Page 47 of Boundless
She bit her lip, trying not to laugh too much in his face. It was a bit like seeing a puppy getting an attitude. “Yessir,” she told him. “Is this your bossy king voice?”
Len laughed, his head dropping for a moment. When he looked back up at her his expression was pained. “Was it bad?.”
They laughed, her good hand cupping the back of his head and pulling him towards her for a kiss. “I love you fiercely, pet. But I have to agree that I like it better when it’smewho’s bossy.”
His neck flushed, his little pink tongue darting out to lick his lip. “I like it better, too,” he said, voice soft and breathless.
Daega’s arousal returned in full force, her hand on the back of Len’s neck tugging him in for another kiss. He moaned into her mouth, his lithe body clambering on top of hers on the bed. His hands roved all over her, though steering clear of her injuries, before fisting the front of her tunic, his tongue plunging into her mouth to lap at her own like he was trying to fold himself inside of her. She squeezed his sweet little arse with a growl, urging his body closer to hers. He moaned into her mouth again, his hips grinding his hardening cock into her belly as he whimpered and panted against her lips. When she reached between them and found the front of his pants damp with precum she chuckled, angling her head to nip at his throat as she stroked him.
"Gods, you are such a beautiful creature. I love it when you're needy for me like this," she told him, slipping her hand under his shirt next to trace along his spine. "I need to make you come, Len. You know where my strap is, love?"
He nodded, dazed and lust-drunk. "I-in your navy bag."
"Aye. Get it for me?"
He nodded, kissing her before clambering off of her and going to the pile of bags in the corner. She clumsily tugged her skirt and panties off, baring herself from the waist down, and sat up. He found her kit, triumphant, and brought it over. She felt a bit silly and decidedly un-sexy when he helped her get the straps on over her bandaged leg, but then he was in her lap, handing her the flask of body oil they used for lubricant, and there was no more room in her head to focus on anything but her hunger for him. He'd already stripped naked while he was up, his skin heated and gleaming, and she slicked her fingers up well before reaching around to sink a digit into his tight hole. He gasped, his big eyes slipping closed as she carefully worked him until he'd softened enough to take two of her fingers. He hissed at the stretch, but pushed back into her, his eyes dazed with pleasure.
When she found his sweet spot he cried out, his whole body shivering. He began to fuck himself on her hand, and she let her head fall forward to kiss and nibble where his neck met his shoulder. "That's my good boy," she murmured, her pussy clenching at the breathy moans trickling from his full lips. "You're so ready for my cock already, aren't you, sweetling?" He nodded, biting his lip as she angled her hand to tag his sensitive spot harder. He whimpered when she withdrew, reaching for the oil to slick her cock for him.
"Your seat is ready for you, my prince," she grinned once she was slippery enough.
He nodded, raising up on his knees and grabbing her leather cock in one fist, the other clutching her shoulder for balance. He eased onto her, soft cries dripping from him along with the precum smearing all over her belly.
Then all at once he was taking her to the hilt, a shudder wracking his tight frame and his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. Once he'd adapted to the stretch he started moving, riding her cock with his arms slung around her neck. She used her good hand—still slippery with oil—to stroke his unbelievably hard length, yanking a cry from deep in his throat.
"You are the most beautiful thing that has ever existed, Lenlethael Felthenethor," she breathed, truly in awe of the elf in her arms. "I don't deserve such as you. Truly." She squeezed the head of him, making him cry out and move his hips faster, the movements jostling the base of her cock and making it rub against her clit with the most delightful friction. She groaned, her eyes sliding closed for the barest moment before snapping open again to lock onto Len's face.
"Eyes on me, love," she told him, her fist working him in time with his wriggling hips. He was panting and mindless on top of her, reduced to nothing but gasps and moans that carried hints of her name. But he obeyed, because he was her good pet to the core now, his hazy eyes sliding open and boring into hers.
She willed every ounce of her care for him to show in her dark eyes, poured all the love in her heart into him. His cock throbbed and hardened in her grip, his rhythm faltering a split second before he came with a scream he couldn't quite strangle, his eyes rolling back and his brow furrowing as his hot cum spurted onto her chest, coating her tits and dripping off of her hard nipples—by design. She wanted this to be a mutual claiming.
"Bite me, sweetling," she demanded, grinding her hips up to rub herself against the base of her strapped-on cock. "Make me bleed."
Len nodded, pressing in close and clamping down with his blunt little teeth in a bite that whet the pleasure building low in her belly with an edge of pain that had her keening her own release, Len's cock twitching against her stomach where it was trapped.
Pleasure throbbed through her, her earlier sour mood thoroughly vanquished. "I love you," she whispered into his ear, holding him tight with her good arm. "Thank you for being patient with me."
He kissed and nuzzled around the flesh he'd bitten, soothing the sharp throb. "I l-love you, too. And I liked it. Helping you." He eased off her cock with a wince, his front glazed with oil and seed.
Her mouth quirked in a smirk, something primal in her loving seeing him such a mess. "Not me, I hate not being in charge,” she grinned, cupping his face. “I can’twaituntil I’m stomping around and barking orders at you again, giving you a taste of my strop…”
He choked on a laugh, leaning into her palm. "You’remad. Even with h-half your limbs out of commission you m-managed to make me come hard enough I saw s-stars."
"That's my pet," she purred, fisting the hair at the back of his head gently and yanking his mouth to hers for another kiss.
BY THE THIRDday of Daega's inexplicable crankiness and oversensitive emotions she was ready to throw herself off of the mountains.Sweet Delenaa, what iswrongwith me?she moaned internally as she cried into Len's arms over the fact that the kitchen tents had been out of fried hash by the time she'd peeled herself out of their bed. She knew it was pure foolishness, that it was just one day she wouldn't get to eat it and there was plenty of other fare to tide her over, but no matter what she did she couldn’t seem to stop.
"F-fuckinghell, Len," she wailed, clinging to her befuddled elf husband with all the strength in her free arm. "What in th-the seven hells is g-goingonwith me?"
"I don't know, dear heart," he murmured, rubbing her back and rocking her gently. "Maybe we sh-should go see Yollyn?"
She nodded into the crook of his neck, sniffling loudly and trying not to let snot drip onto him. "Aye, maybe I'm sick with something. Would explain why I'm so damned tired and achy."
Once she'd calmed down enough to finish her breakfast he helped her upright and handed her her crutch, leading the way to Granny's medical tent. The older woman was with a patient when they arrived, so they waited just outside for their turn.
"I hope you're n-not ill," Len said softly, putting his arm around her and encouraging her to lean into him so she wouldn't have to keep her weight on the crutch for so long. "Maybe it's just p-part of the h-healing process. Your body's been through a l-lot."
"Aye," she sighed, fidgeting despite herself. "You can't feel anything bad with your magic, can you?"
