Page 20 of The Cerulean Sister
99's legs are still widely spread, his cock hard and stretching the front of his pants again, and without hesitation, I turn myself, using his shoulders as a brace.
He groans in approval of my salacious desire for more and holds my waist as I straddle him, placing a bare knee on either side and pushing myself down against him in one swift movement.
"Need you, Ferren."He roughly removes his cock, lining it up with one hand between us.
I nod frantically, panting, letting him know I am ready, that I need him just as desperately.
We both moan at the quick entry, the familiar, sharp pinch not present this time.
His thick cock needs little guidance or angle adjustment to fill me perfectly in this position.
I rise, holding onto his shoulders, and sink down, rolling my hips into his lap.
"I will bring you to these monuments everyday if you wish, as long as you keep riding me like that," 99 groans.
I shimmy closer until I can rub my clit against the armor of his stomach on each descending thrust.
It's quick and rough and we are both desperate to fall apart together. When I clamp down on him, he groans low in his throat and wraps both of his arms around me in a crushing hug.
Then he is fucking up into me as my walls get tighter and tighter, pulling him in.
My breath fogs his visor where our foreheads touch, and I cling to him, trying to keep the same rhythm.
He waits until the walls of my pussy constrict with my climax before he starts bouncing me down into his lap with his caging arms around me. With a warm burst, cum surges inside, rendering me languid as the last tremors run through.
We melt into each other in a breathless, sticky mess until our heart rates steady. He is still partially inside me and grunts as another aftershock makes me clench around him briefly.
"Can we ride home like this?" I tease.
He laughs and pulls at the bottom of his helmet to kiss me. I lean in, trying to stop smiling and focus on the kiss, but he can't stop smiling either.
Chapter
Six
My visit with Calliape has put some of my scrambling thoughts at ease. Even though she was not trying to impart her wisdom on me, she always seems to know what to say. If the guilt I can't seem to get away from is manufactured by the priestess order, then my fear of them likely is too.
Clinging to that mindset is enough to embolden me to move my work back to the capital library. Commander Yeva and Commander Wesley carry a few books that will not fit on the stack in my arms. They seem happy to be moving to the roomier location compared to the stoic post they have been guarding outside my door.
When I assumed the temple was coming for me during the tremor, I let that fear overtake me, turn me into a cowering disciple of the temple and not a formidable priestess with powerful gifts.
I have no intention of allowing that to happen again or for trauma rooted in assumption to rule my life. I should have been able to conjure my light at the first thought of danger; instead, I waited until a glass panel almost fell on 99's head.
I have practiced my gift casually since we arrived, but I would like to strengthen my light to the point that I can summon it with little effort before danger even comes.
Calliape helped me accomplish this on Frith once, and I have not been able to conjure it so casually since.
When 99 arrives at the end of the day to walk me home from the library, I almost immediately ask him if it’s possible to journey to the fallen monuments again.
The way he tilts his head toward me makes me laugh, like he thinks I am about to embarrass him in front of my guards. I glance back at them several feet away as we stroll down the oversized capital building halls. The oddly shaped windows stretch up into the tall ceilings on steel frames and paint our surroundings in the warm sunset.
"I would like to practice my light somewhere private and safe," I clarify, but it only fills his head with more questions that spill out into our tether.
He does not probe further for the reason; he can feel it. Our mental link is perpetually cracked open for him to reach out or for me to slither in. I do not have to say the words aloud because he can feel the emotions attached and why practicing my light will put my mind at ease. There has never been guilt or shame in not telling him every detail, only love and understanding.
"There is a better suited place I can take you," he says.
"Oh?"
