Page 73 of Bride of the Black Dragon
“Xaren?” I look down at him uncertainly, my knees braced on either side of his head, my thighs trembling.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice rough with need. “Let me taste you, sweetheart. I want to help you open for me.”
I hesitate—but only for a moment. Then I let my weight settle, just a little, and his tongue touches me.
Oh Goddess of Mercy!
A moan falls from my throat as he licks a long, slow stroke up my slit—careful not to touch my clit, not yet. I brace my hands against the cold stone wall at the head of the cot, trying to keep still as he licks again…and again…each pass of his tongue sliding deeper.
“Gods, little dove—you taste so fucking good!” He groans softly beneath me.
My hips move without my permission, rocking forward, grinding shamelessly. He slides his tongue deeper, lapping at my entrance…teasing me open.
“Oh… Goddess of Mercy…” I whisper, gasping as sparks of pleasure shoot up my spine. His mouth is hot now—in fact, I think his whole body is getting hotter. It feels so good against my sensitive flesh.
He wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me down more firmly onto his mouth. This time, his tongue flicks my clit, just once.
I cry out, grinding harder.
It’s too much, but not nearly enough. Oh Goddess, I want him to do it again!
He sucks gently, then licks harder, the flat of his tongue pressing against my swollen button until I’m squirming and gasping, barely able to hold myself up as I grip the wall. Already I’m right on the edge—the fertility tea must be making me more sensitive—faster to come.
“Xaren, I…I’m getting so close!” I pant, my head thrown back, fingers digging into the wall before me until the rough stone scrapes my palms.
He pauses for just a moment, looking up at me with blazing eyes.
“Come for me then, little dove,” he growls, his voice rough as his lips move against my tender flesh. “Let me feel you coming all over my face!”
I couldn’t refuse to obey his order if I wanted to.
As he goes back to licking me hungrily, my orgasm hits me like a lightning strike—hot and wild and everywhere all at once. I press down against his mouth shamelessly, my thighs trembling and my back arching as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. My cries echo off the cold stone walls of the cell. I ride his mouth like I’ve lost control of my body—like the fire inside me has finally found release.
The pleasure comes in waves and seems to go on and on. When it’s finally over, I collapse, trembling, barely able to breathe. Oh Goddess, that was intense.
Xaren gently shifts me off him, pulling me down beside him again. His golden eye is glowing more brightly now and his skin is warm. The faint scent of flame and leather rises around him like smoke from a rekindled fire.
But even as I lay there, flushed and panting, a terrible truth rises to the surface.
It wasn’t enough. What we did wasn’t nearly enough to satiate my need.
The edge is dulled—yes—but the hunger is still there. The emptiness…the need are still tormenting me. I still feel hollow inside.
And I know, deep in my bones, that I need to be filled.
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ELAINA
The moment I collapse beside him, panting, my entire body flushed and trembling from the intensity of my climax, I realize again… it’s not enough.
I’m still burning. Still aching. Still empty.
The pleasure Xaren gave me, the way he licked me like he was worshiping every inch of my pussy helped. It took the edge off. But it hasn’t quieted the deep, hollow ache gnawing inside me. It hasn’t put out the fire that's roaring in my blood, ignited by the Queen’s cursed fertility brew.
It wasn’t just a tea. It was a damn aphrodisiac.
And now… now I’m starving. Not for food…not for water.
