Page 34 of The Warrior's Oath
Korvin’s fingers slowed their movement, and he gently slid his fingers from inside her. Nyota’s body jerked as she felt the length of them emerge, lying still, breathing hard. Her vision began to return, and the ocean sounds filling her ears started to fade.
Korvin moved up to the head of the table and looked down on her with an assessing gaze. “There,” he said, satisfied with his work. “Your tension is released. Your body will accept the runes properly now.”
Nyota’s body was tingling with lust, the desire flooding her from head to toe washing away any confusion she had harbored about her attraction to him. She wanted him. Badly.
Her eyes fell upon the outline of his cock, clearly visible through his trousers, her mouth watering fiercely at the sight. Without pausing to think about what she was doing, she reached out and grabbed his waistband, pulling it down with one hand while the other wrapped around his radiantly hot cock, squeezing it as she pulled him closer.
He began to thicken in her hand at once, growing hard at her touch. The ridges she had seen when he’d stood before her at the water’s edge began to swell and enlarge under her fingers, the little rune on his pelvis seeming to glow slightly and shift as she pulled his length, a drop of precum glistening at the tip.
“Wait—” he began to say, but Nyota ignored him, leaning over and sliding his gorgeous cock into her mouth.
The salty taste of his precum coated her tongue, sending new waves of desire pulsing to her clit. She wanted him. Every glorious inch. Nyota pushed her head forward, letting out a happy moan as she took his impressive length as far as she could.
Large as he already was, she felt him thicken and grow in her mouth even more, his pulse throbbing hard against her tongue as she teased the ridges of his cock, coaxing out a trickle of delicious precum.
Korvin’s body shuddered. He stood there, rock hard, the human woman latched onto his manhood, giving him so much pleasure.
“You do not have to do this,” he said with ragged breath. “I was not intending to–” he groaned as she swirled her tongue around the swelling head of his cock. “Th-this is wrong. It is simply my duty to protec—”
She slipped him from her mouth with a wet smack as his thick head passed her suctioning lips, looking up at him with raw lust. “Shut up,” she growled, driving him back into her mouth, sucking him harder, moving faster over his shaft.
The hot ridges along his length rippled under her lips as she moved, a delightful sensation to them both. He was so hard, and that glorious cock was all hers. He had relaxed her, sure, but he had also done so much more. She was ready for him. Wanted him inside her.Neededhim.
And despite his stoic protests, she could sense his confused denials giving way to pleasure, his hand resting gently on her head as she worked his cock. He may not have intended to go down this path, but now that he was upon it, it seemed he was quite able to look at his human counterpart in this new light.
A chime rang out through the room. Someone was at the door.
Korvin took half a step back, a sticky strand of saliva and precum trailing from his cock to her lips.
“The Skrizzit is here,” he said, his beautiful eyes dilated with arousal.
Nyota leaned forward and licked up the glistening strand and gave his cock a final squeeze.
Korvin twitched hard, his cock pulsing under her grip, then stepped back, tucking his manhood flat up against his belly as he pulled his trousers back up. Long as he was, his cock still protruded from above the waistband so he quickly tied a towel high around his waist, hiding his erection as best he could.
He opened the door as casually as he could. The Skrizzit was a somewhat round bodied creature with thick upper arms but delicate lower ones. Large green eyes stared out from a flat face. The Skrizzit was carrying a tray with needles and an assortment of pigments. Korvin saw at a glance that the magistrate had spared no expense. These were some of the most powerful and hard to come by varieties.
“I am Dahrag, your Skrizzit for this session. May I come in?”
“Yes, of course,” he replied.
“Thank you.” Dahrag’s gaze fell upon the nude human, her skin devoid of any markings beyond the small translation rune behind her ear. “Ah, good. You are both prepared, I take it?”
Nyota smiled a not-entirely innocent grin. “Oh, I’m ready for it,” she said, flashing a wicked glance at Korvin.
“Excellent,” the Skrizzit said, oblivious to her double entendre. “If you would remove your towel and trousers, and if you would please both lie face down, I will begin.”
Korvin turned his back to the Skrizzit and did as he was asked, his erection slightly diminished but only just, then lay face-down on the table.
“Yes, I see the damage was not too extensive,” Dahrag said. “I will start with your companion first, if you do not mind. She requires far more work.”
“We are in your hands,” Korvin replied.
“Then I shall begin.”
Dahrag laid out the supplies and dipped the first needle into the jar of pigment. “This will pinch a little, but it won’t be bad.”
With the endorphins flowing through Nyota’s body, she was confident the Skrizzit was right.
