Page 38 of Taken to Lemora
A rumbling comes from deep within me at the thought of bringing pleasure to my mate. My horns start to vibrate, sounding like a gong rung to the tune of the challenge laid out before me. I pull up on the skin surrounding her pleasure center and immediately return to it with my tongue. I lick and kiss and my mind goes ohring wild when she twitches and bucks beneath me. My hips dive into the mattress ruthlessly, rutting it like I plan to rut her body — savagely.
I suckle on her nub and bite it just a little with my teeth. She yelps again and her hips lift from the mattress and against my fingers, still lodged in her body, I feel a rush of liquid. Her inner core starts to tremble, too, spasming around the finger I’ve got inside of her. Is this her pleasure? I caused her pleasure?
I suckle her nub even harder and she shouts and the trembling of her inner walls gets more violent. I shove a second finger inside of her, wanting to taste more. Wanting to taste everything. My teeth nip at her feathery lips and I hold her hips down with my free hand, wanting her still so I can take more from her.
She moans above me in a tight, controlled way, but I want her to unravel like I’m unraveled, so I return to her soft skin and I suck it again and again and again until she comes for me again and again and again, each time spiraling faster than the time she came before. But I want it slow. Longer, more drawn out. Maybe the key to that is inside her body? But she’s so tight!
I manage to get a third finger inside of her, though she squeezes me deliriously as I roughly pump in and out, hoping to prepare her for my cock because there’s no ohring way I’m leaving this bed without having spent in her hot, wet channel.
Her inner walls vibrate around my fingers and, before she’s finished, I move up onto my knees, grab her hand, which is fisted in the sheets, and fit it to my cock. She pumps me and I spend all over her stomach and all over her slit. I rub my fingers through my milky grey seed and plunge them back inside of her.
“I’m going to spend in you again and again,” I whisper, voice hard and gruff. I grab onto her hips and wrench her down the bed, lifting her ass as I position my cock to her weeping wet entrance.
But just before I can shove deep inside of her, my gaze strays to her breasts and I notice something…
“Ohr. Am I coming blood?” My cock feels fine — better than fine, my cock feels magnificent. But there’s a little pink mixed in with the grey on her chest. I reach up and smear my thumb through it and she makes a sound. Not a pleasure sound or a startled one, either.It’s a pained sound.
My gaze flashes to her face and the tower of epic euphoria so quickly constructed within my chest totters and shatters. It hits the ground at the same time that I grab her below the knees and pull her legs together on one side of me. Then I scramble off of the bed away from her. My feet hit the floor and I fall onto my hard ass. Essmira sits up, but she winces as she moves, which only confirms my suspicion.
“I HURT YOU!” I bellow. Outside, the rain which had been gently disrupting the solar’s earlier sunshine releases a terrible wail. Thunder crackles and wind whips into the room, snapping the white cloth hanging from the bed’s four posters. The sky darkens as if it walks hand-in-hand with my mood.
I scrabble on hands and feet away from her until I run into a side table and knock it over. The wood clunks down, unharmed, but sounding like an arrow thudding into a wooden target. Maybe my head, because it must be made of wood for me not to have noticed the entire time I wasusingher body for my own pleasure that it was at the expense of hers.
“I thought…” I snap my teeth, snarling like an animal while rage makes my voice shake. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Her lower lip is trembling and she’s got water in her eyes that she tries to quickly rub away. “I’m sorry, my Lord. I should have said something. And you didn’t hurt me very badly. It just hurt when your fingers were inside. And I can’t come so rapidly, but that’s okay. It’s not a problem. I want to come for you, my Lord. When you want me to, my Lord. Your touch was wonderful, my Lord. It was just the undergarments that were the problem. I made them from wego fibers. I should have told you, my Lord. I’m sorry.”
I’m sorry. My Lord.
My Lord, my Lord, my Lord.
My ohring stars.
How far I’ve fallen. What was I thinking?
I lurch up onto my feet and charge at the bed, intending to swaddle her in blankets and race her to Moreth, the village healer, so he could examine the scrape on her right breast and the red abrasions and rapidly darkening bruises scattered haphazardly across her stomach, chest, neck…arms…her…her…
“Did I hurt your…” I start, but by now, I’ve reached the edge of the bed and when I reach for her, hoping to help, she lifts her arm.
She lifts her arm.
It takes me the length of three breaths to understand why she’s holding her arm out in that funny way, but when I do, I crumble. “I’m not going to hurt you!” I shout, but that’s a lie, isn’t it? Because I already did, and didn’t care at all as it was happening.
I race out of the room, shamefully erect cock bobbing in the wind as I reenter the main hall. “MORETH!” My voice booms across every stone, ricocheting back to me along with whispers of shame that make bile pitch in my stomach. “MORETH!”
The creatures in the hall all stop what they’re doing and look at me like I’m mad. I feel mad. I feel crazed and delirious.
“Raingar, are you alright?” Gorman comes out of the East hall, his robes billowing around him and making him look like a king.He should be. And I should be shoved into the lowest kintarr mine for the rest of eternity.
“Nob. Where’s Moreth? I need him. Essmira, she’s…hurt.”
“Wegigichi,” Gorman says over his shoulder, and a Rekkaru comes flying towards us. “Go get Moreth from the village. Tell him it’s urgent.” Then he turns to me. “You know I have some medical training. Maybe I can help in the meantime.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him nob, that I don’t want him to see her like this, but a small, clear thought cuts through the morass that tells me Essmira’s hurt and that’s all that matters. My pride is irrelevant. My pride was taken out back and blasted the moment I saw the wounded look in her eyes and she called me Lord.
Essmira’s already covered herself with a sheet by the time I return to the guest room with Gorman. “Oh, please…I’m fine, really. It’s just a few scratches.”
Gorman moves to her side and conducts an inspection that I watch from the doorway, heel tapping on the ground triple time. Any closer and I’d have to tear his stupidly shaped head off of his narrow shoulders.No male should be allowed to look at her, comes the dark voice guided by my cock and feral, base instincts. It’s not a voice I knew I possessed. But here it is, shouting at me from its position between my legs. Here it is, the reason I’m in this mess. Here it is, costing me the one thing it wants most.
