Page 35 of Boundless
Len covered one of her hands, twining their fingers together. "We can trust each other, a-at least," he said softly. "And Sev."
She nodded, resting her cheek on the top of his head. "Aye, and Maleom. Vitrin's mercy, is that all, though?"
Len was quiet for a moment, perhaps thinking. "Yes," he said at last, shivering the littlest bit.
Daega's heart sank, wishing she could somehow rip all the pain and sadness from his heart and swallow it down into herself. "Once we make it back to the camps we'll have my family and the might of the horde behind us. I suppose the matter right really be whether or not we'd want to leave early, aye?"
"Yes, I-I suppose it is." He was quiet in her arms, that powerful brain turning things over. She let him have the quiet, more than content to breathe his sunshine and berries scent deep into her lungs and cuddle him close. "I want to go badly," he said at last, craning his neck to look up at her. "I m-miss them all, and I want to be able to be with my wife p-properly. To be able t-to touch you and smile with you in public." His mouth twisted. "But what if this is a trap? What if wh-whoever did thisw-wantsus to leave, to make us more vulnerable to another attack?"
She considered. "Possible, to be sure. But they've already gotten poison in. Why would they need to flush us out?"
"W-when you think about it, the attempt was…weak and c-clumsy. They put the bloodvine in water, where its taste could be detected—putting it in j-juice or wine would have made it im-p-possible to taste. And it's a-a slower-acting poison, leaving time for us to get wise and get help." Len huffed, sniffling. "I-it might not have even affected you as a p-poison; you're so b-big, and your physiology is different f-from a-an elf's."
Her throat felt tight, her eyes hot. "Maybe. Or it could have been you, and I'd've lost you as soon as I’ve found you," she croaked, squeezing him tighter and making him grunt with the force of her embrace.
When she finally eased her grip on him he wriggled free and turned in her lap, facing her. Tears had gathered on his lashes again. "What do you want to do, Daega?"
She rubbed her palms up and down his smooth thighs, searching his face. Whatdidshe want to do? "I want to keep you safe," she said at last, cupping his lovely face. "I don't care about whatever else we get up to. I just—I need you to be alright, Len." She dipped her head to kiss him, desperate to feel closer to him, to reassure herself that the worst had not happened, and he was alright.
Love was such a vulnerable thing, a near-magical process that took your heart from your chest and plopped into another person. It was as scary as it was beautiful, and it was clouding her judgment, she had to admit. "It feels impossible to be objective when it comes to you, sweetling, but I think it makes more sense to see out the last week here. What you say strikes me as true, and if we leave early who knows what your prick father will do. He's itching to see us separated." The elf king was calling Len to his chambers several times a week, now, to get “reports” from him. Reports that they collaborated on, doing their best to feed enough truth with the lie to make it believable.
Len nodded, his face so serious it verged on grim. "I think th-that makes the most sense, too. But I h-hate it."
She grabbed his chin, kissing him again. "Don't pout, dove," she murmured against his lips, pulling him closer. "You know what it does to me when you pout..." She grinned when he flushed. She wasn’t much in the mood for bedsport, but she knew what an excellent distraction it was for Len. "But I'll behave, considering the circumstances. Just don't take advantage, aye?"
Len laughed, pressing closer. "I love you, you l-lunatic.”
“And I love you,” she chuckled, kissing him until he was breathless in her arms.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The Road Trip
DAEGA
"OH, BLOODYgods, Dae—" Len's breath caught, his eyes squeezing shut. She felt his cock buck inside her and she froze, grinning down at him when he whimpered and tried to wriggle his hips up into her.
"I don't believe it's quite time for you to come yet, sweet."
"But I'm soclose, Dae," he whined, emerald eyes wide and pleading.
She reached back, checking to make sure the plug was still secure in his ass and fondling his tight sac. "Hmm...no, I don't think they're full enough yet. I want you to set off like a geyser, unseat me from your cock with the force."
Len choked a laugh. "My love, I don't think that's ph-physically possible." He bit his lip, looking up at her through his lashes. “Please, M-mistress, make me come."
She patted his chest, putting her weight on his hips so he couldn't try and get his relief himself.
"Since when are you a quitter?" she purred, pinching his delicious little pink nipples. But then she cocked her head, her brow furrowing. "Unless this isn't part of the game?"
Len's hands flexed in their bindings above his head, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. He flushed. "N-no, it is."
"You're enjoying yourself, then?" she asked as she slid herself up and down his length once, creeping up slowly, until just the head of him was still inside her, then sinking down at an even more glacial pace. Len nodded frantically, his chest splotchy red and heaving.
"Yes—gods, Dae—yes, mistress." He clutched at the length of silk scarf binding his hands together over his head, his back arching as her ass finally met his hips. She flicked her tail over his thighs, tickling him just a little, but he was so sensitized he just moaned and shuddered.
She stroked his skin with her fingertips, her claws retracted fully, relishing the way goosebumps followed in the wake of her touch. His eyes slipped closed, his pillowy pink lips falling open, and her cunt clenched at the sight of him, at how lovely he was wound up and begging for her. She began to ride him again, one hand slipping down to her clit to stroke herself. At her cry Len's eyes flew open, his dazed gaze sharpening and landing on what her hand was doing.
"Holy gods," Len panted, his attention rapt on her fingers teasing herself to climax. "D-Daega, mistress, you're so beautiful. I don't d-deserve you. Please come on my cock, gods I want it sobad—"
