Page 10 of Boundless
He loosed a little squeak of surprise, his expression lust-drunk as he looked down at her from his new perch. But then he was on her once more, his hands cupping the back of her head and his own head angling to try and plunge his tongue deeper into her mouth. He seemed lost in the moment, but he was careful not to cut himself on her teeth.
He'd started out bashful and shy, uncertain with their kiss, but as it went on his hands grew bolder, the two of them panting and moaning against each other. His arousal became apparent, the hard bar of his cock pressing into her belly and making her core ache with need. She kneaded his asscheeks with her hands, then ripped her mouth from his.
"Do you want me, Len?" she asked, nuzzling his nose with her own. "Do you want to leave your father waiting for a bit and fuck me with that pretty elf cock?" He shuddered and groaned, his hips bucking forward and his forehead pressing into hers.
"H-holy gods, Daega," he breathed, biting his lip. "I-I do. But—" his throat bobbed, something like fear entering his eyes.
She smiled at him softly, kissing him more slowly, more sweetly, rocking him in her arms.
"It's alright. You can say no to me. I'm not going to hurt you. I won't get mad. I promise."
His brows drew together sharply, his kiss-swollen lips parting.
"Go on then—say it. Tell me no."
"N-no."
"Alright. I respect your decision because you are your own person and are allowed to say no to things that you don't want to do. See—easy."
"I—I do want to, though!" he told her, his neck going red again. "I-it's just...F-father..."
She nodded, setting him back down on his feet. "But we're already pushing his buttons, and if we push too hard he might snap." Len sagged, smiling sadly at her.
"Yes."
"Then let's go make ourselves decent and make our grand appearance," she said, nodding her chin towards the bathroom. Len agreed, turning to lead the way, and she gave his round arse a sharp smack. He yelped, jumping a little, but when he turned back to look at her there was nothing but heat in his eyes.
"A-are you going to k-keep doing that?" he asked, breathless.
She snagged him by the chin, kissing him again. "Only if you're good," she growled against his lips, making him groan low in his throat.
CHAPTER SIX
The Ice King
LEN
HIS KNEESstill felt shivery and weak, even even after taking the time to get cleaned up and ready to meet his father for breakfast. It was like fire kept arcing between them, every look, every errant touch—and there were many, after that kiss—igniting them anew. Len was painfully hard, desperate to be alone with his bride and find out exactly what she would do to him. They'd only just met yesterday, coming from two different peoples who had been at war for nearly a hundred years, and here he was desperate for her touch, wanting her to play his body like a master musician plays their instrument.
And he couldn’t even manage to be ashamed of it. Talking to her last night and waking up cradled in her arms had changed him. There was no room for shame, not towards Daega. There was something else growing there instead, something that made him feel warm and safe and so, sogood.
Before they left their chambers, she tugged him to a stop and cupped his face in her big warm hands, a gesture that made him feel cherished like nothing else ever had, her dark eyes boring into his. "If you start feeling overwhelmed, remember that I am with you, and I have you. Do you understand what that means, sweet?"
He bit his lip. "You'll k-keep me safe."
She smiled, radiating light and warmth like the sun. "Aye. And it also means that your hurts are mine to soothe. Even if your da is the king, he'll have to get throughmeto hurt you."
Emotion roared through him, making his throat too tight for words, so he pulled her down into another kiss instead. He felt her smile against him, then she pulled away to nip at his lip ever so gently. "Good boy," she murmured, making him gasp and quiver against her. "So brave for me."
Then she stepped away from him, releasing his face and striding to the door. He sucked in a breath, his face flaming and his cock aching in his pants, but thoughts of having to meet his father quickly cooled his ardor.
He took her hand gingerly, unsure whether she'd still want to show affection for him in public, but she threaded their fingers together and tugged him closer, the tip of her tail brushing his leg occasionally. He kept his expression neutral, but he felt like whooping and laughing. He liked Daega—no, hereallyliked her—and sometime in the night, when they'd bared themselves to each other, he'd stopped seeing her as Other, as ugly or strange or frightening. All he saw now was her, was Daega: her strength and warmth, her kindness and raunchy sense of humor. He knew they were getting scandalized looks from the staff they passed on the way to his father's suite, but with Daega he felt too safe to be bothered. And it wasn't like it was improper—whyshouldn'the be affectionate towards his spouse? It hadn't beenhisidea to get married, so they shouldn't judge him for making the best of his situation.
He was so lost in thought that they were outside his father's private dining room in a blink. "A-are you ready?" he asked, turning to look up at his sharp-toothed wife, dressed all in black and with her horns adorned with tinkling silver charms.
"Aye. And you, husband?"
"Aye. Uh—y-yes."
