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Lilian’s mouth opened under his, parted lips brushing acrosseach other, indulging in closeness. Richard dipped into his mouth, and as his tongue caressed Lilian’s in time with his thrusts, a second climax rose deep inside.

It mounted, leaving Lilian full of need. He tightened his legs’ grip on Richard’s hips, urging him to fuck him harder, to go deeper.

Richard didn’t need to be asked twice. He accelerated, plundering Lilian’s hole, prodding his gland. Lilian’s balls rose to his base until they nestled full and tight against his taint, begging to unload.

The persistent thumps to his prostate had Lilian vibrating with urgency. His insides wrapped around Richard’s pistoning cock, forcing him to drag over each nerve ending. Lilian’s hand balled to a fist in Richard’s locks.

“Go ahead,” Richard said. “I know you’re dying to orgasm. So do it. Come and milk me for my seed.”

Lilian squirmed, and it drove Richard’s cock into him. Hard. His core pulsed, and a thunderous climax descended on him. His hole convulsed, squeezing and releasing Richard. His balls shuddered, and he came with a fountain of cum shooting from his crown, spraying his front.

Richard groaned, loud and deep. Hot cum gushed into Lilian, dousing his insides.

“Yes!” Lilian’s shout of lust bolted out of him. He loved it when Richard fell over the edge with him, unloading into his depths. Orgasmic spasms shook him, and he contracted on Richard’s cock. He relished the resistance of his hard dick. Lilian keened as waves of release washed over him, his pumping insides emptying him.

Spent, Richard collapsed on top of him. “Fuck, that was good.”

Lilian’s insides gave a final convulsion at the praise, andRichard, a smile spreading his lips, pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I enjoyed this so much. I love it when you come so hard on me. Let’s me climax so good inside of you. I appreciate your trust.”

Lilian caught Richard’s lips in a kiss. “You’re the only one I trust. This means so much.”

Richard clasped his hand and intertwined their fingers. “I want to look after you. I want to make you happy.”

Lilian squeezed his hand and inhaled deeply. “You already do.”

But their days as lovers were numbered.

Chapter Fifteen

Richard

The letter from Ellesmere arrived in the early morning. A horde of orcs had raided the town during the night, capturing two dozen young men. Richard scanned the names of the abducted, recognizing Blaise, a farmhand he’d once met. Richard’s heart ached for him—Blaise was Nathan’s age. Richard remembered him as a young man of six feet with a build like a bull. How had the orcs managed to capture him? Blaise would’ve put up one hell of a fight.

The missive added that the raiding orcs were not the same ones who’d lurked in the fields around Ellesmere and held Lilian captive. They looked different, their skin a different shade of green, their hair indigo instead of black. Perhaps another tribe. The orcs took the men, then disappeared with them into the night.

Richard needed Bellerose’s knights. He’d withdrawn the knights he could spare from the front and sent them to Ellesmere, but it’d only been a handful. The women hadn’t been able to deter the orcs from raiding the town.

That those barbarians had progressed north in such great numbers was alarming. Richard desperately needed the Spring Court’s support. He couldn’t protect his people without it. A string of villages lay between Ellesmere and Somerdale, but how long until the orcs stood at the foot of the castle mound?

Without the spring fae knights, he couldn’t secure Somerdale Castle, let alone keep his people safe. He was going to have tomarry Bellerose. There was no way around it.

Lilian, who’d accompanied him to his writing room, asked what the message was about, and Richard gave him the broad strokes.

“Go speak with the princess,” Lilian said. “If her interest in you is genuine, she’ll care about your people and offer help.”

“A fae’s assistance never comes free, and I don’t know if I can afford what she’ll ask for.”

But Lilian was right. He had to talk to her. The next raid on Ellesmere or a settlement even further north could happen as early as tonight, and Richard had no means to stop it.

“Go talk to her,” Lilian said and put a hand on Richard’s upper arm. “See what you can negotiate.”

Richard swallowed thickly. Every conversation he had with Bellerose brought him one step closer to his separation from Lilian. “Don’t you want to come? We haven’t been apart for a minute since…”

“My presence might be interpreted as an insult,” Lilian said.

He was right. Richard sighed; he disliked being apart. What if Lilian needed him? What if he started to shake, and Richard wasn’t there to soothe him? He balled his hands into fists. He didn’t want to do this, but what choice did he have? People would die if he didn’t come to an agreement with Bellerose.

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