Page 73 of By the Horns
“Tell me if it’s too much. If you don’t want this.”
Her breath shudders, and then she arches her hips against the weapon.
Ah. Perfect, delicious woman. “That’s right, darling. Let me make you feel good.”
“Raptor,” Gwenna moans, rocking against the hilt. I hold it steady for her, my thumb dipping farther into her mouth, into the wet heat of her. She whimpers and sucks on it, and the breath hisses from my throat.
“That’s right. Use me, sweet girl. Use me to feel good. Isn’t that what one teammate does for another?”
She grabs my hand, clinging to the one I have on her face, and looks me in the eye as she shatters. Her entire body quivers, the tops of her full breasts jiggling in response to her orgasm. She catches her breath, and then pushes against me.
When I retreat a step, I see the evidence of her arousal—and her release—as a wet stain on the front of her skirt.
“You’re very pretty when you come,” I comment, feeling smug. No, not smug. Just in my element. Like this is where I’m meant to be, right here with her, watching her come under my hand. This is how it should be.
“Liked that, did you?” Gwenna sounds delightfully breathless, her cheeks pink.
“Aye, you know I did.”
“Mmm.” She doesn’t fuss over her skirts, just smooths a hand over her hair, glances at the door, and then drops to her knees. Setting her weapon down, she reaches for the front of my pants. “Don’t knot my mouth, all right? The last thing I want to do is get caught by the others while choking on bull cock.”
I’m speechless that she’s going to take me into her mouth. It’s rare—no sex worker wants to get her face that close to my knot, and most of my lovers in the past have been just that. “You…sure? You don’t have to—”
She frees my cock and her mouth closes over the head.
A grunt of pleasure escapes me. I want to put both hands on her smaller head and work her over my cock, but I worry I’ll lose control. I clench my fists on the wall instead, bracing myself there as it takes every bit of control I have to remain still while she tongues my cock and strokes my balls with her fingers. Her mouth is wet and sloppy and sucking, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt…
…until she pinches the hard knot at the base of my shaft. My eyes nearly roll back in my skull with the sharp bite of pleasure. I snort like the bull I am and my hips jerk, my tail flicking wildly behind me. I rock against her mouth, and when she makes a noise of encouragement, I shuttle between her glorious lips. Her fingers work the base of my cock, soothing and stroking my knot before giving it another sharp pinch.
This time, I come, exploding my release into her mouth. I expect her to jerk away, to recoil as she should, because a Taurian comes with fierce, copious release. But not this incredible woman. She swallows what she can of my seed, and then rubs the leaking tip of my cock all over her chin until she’s coated, my release dripping onto her gorgeous tits.
“I feel better,” she comments, her mouth rosy and pink and still messy with my seed. “How about you?”
I just groan. Again.
Gwenna uses her skirt to mop the rest of the mess off her face, and then gets to her feet. She grimaces at the sight of her clothing, and thenshrugs. As I stand there, my cock throbbing, my knot swollen with the force of my release, she picks up her new weapon and then crooks a finger at me, indicating I should lean down.
When I do, she kisses the end of my nose, right between my nostrils. “I’m going to change. Might want to tuck yourself in before the others return.”
Bossy thing.
I mucking love it.
Thirty-Six
Gwenna
Knowing that you’regoing to feel the dead below the ground doesn’t soften the blow of descending into the caverns. I’ve got my pack on my back, my new weapon slung through a leather loop in my belt, and I’m roped to the others as Master Jay leads us into the practice tunnels.
We’re in the very first drop. The shallowest of tunnels, the ones closest to the surface. These are considered the practice tunnels, which new students are brought to so they can get a feel for what being a guild artificer is about before they delve into the deeper maze of the Everbelow. This is as introductory as it gets.
Yet the moment we descend, my skin begins to crawl.
“Note the height of this tunnel,” Master Jay begins as our team follows along behind him like ducklings. The weirdest set of ducklings ever, perhaps. Kipp is in the lead, with Arrod and Hemmen behind him. I’m behind them, and Raptor takes up the rear.
Arrod wanted Raptor in the second spot, as befitting a team’s shield (to Kipp’s sword), but Raptor declined. “You’re not going to be able to see around me,” he told us. “And I already know what I’m doing down here.”
When the others turned away, he pinched my butt. I smacked him,but only half-heartedly. My head is swimming, the dizzying fog starting to creep into my senses and muting the voices of the others.
