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I’m not sure why I feel pacified by this, but I do. I continue to scowl at them both anyway.
Osmund
MY CHEST HURTS FORmy embarrassed mate. Bryn had told me nymphs don’t feel that particular emotion, but Adi must be mixed enough to, as I am. We were right to discipline her, but the way she glares at me this morning makes me regret it, at least a bit.
“Come here, baby,” I say, standing and taking her hands.
“Absolutely not.”
Stubborn creature. I smile. I can tell she’s on edge partially because she didn’t finish herself off last night. The thought of her, in her bed, mounting a pillow and thinking of me, had made finishing myself off easy. I drop to my knees in front of her. “Fine,” I mumble as I dig through her robes and under the dress.
“Ossy....” Her voice is half warning, half need.
“Now hush.”
I hear a rumble and can tell Bryn’s pulled his chair up next to us. I find Adi’s thighs and push them apart, reveling in her scent and warmth. I consider her panties a challenge; I’m doing this without moving her from her chair. I know she’ll be in a much better mood once she’s sated. If we had fucked her last night, I guarantee she wouldn’t be so resentful. I’ll remember this if there is a next time.
I slip her lacy black panties to the side and press my mouth directly over her clit. I can tell from the sounds above thatBryn is playing with her sensitive breasts. Perfect. She needs the attention to feel better.
I alternate suctioning my lips around her and working the tip of my tongue over her in long strokes. I’ve learned this is the fastest way to make my needy little mate come. Her thighs shake. I hear her and Bryn kissing, hear her whimper for both of us. It makes me so hard. We’ll both bring her.
I renew my attentions and am quickly rewarded with her pleasure. She clamps her legs around me and I smile as I continue to lap at her. Only when her thighs have fully relaxed and her noises switch to satisfied do I pull her panties back in place, lay a kiss on either thigh, then disentangle myself from her skirts.
“Better, baby?” I grin to see her placid expression. I knew that was all she needed. Bryn grins at me as I wipe my face.
“If you two are expecting me to pleasure you now, you’ve lost your minds.”
I throw my head back and laugh.
Chapter 15
Bryn
We arrive at the city of Glario shortly after lunchtime. It’s a marvelous city, built over the Murimont River, many bridges criss-crossing and large buildings extending over the river for the fully aquatic Fae species to do business, sell goods, have dalliances.
Adelaide has wound the well-laid lie that a dear old friend of hers has invited us to stay with them and tour the city. As this old friend is a city official, it would be received poorly to decline. But unfortunately, the city official cannot house the rest of our entourage in the manner in which it deserves. So, the royal escort must go on without us, and we will meet them at the Temple of Aine in five days.
We leave the escort at the gates of the city. Purely ornamental, the gates were carved of a stone not native to Maine. The detail is exquisite, and the marble so pale it almost glows blue. Waves foam and curl; fish jump; otters play; crabs, shells, and crayfish scuttle along the bottom. Each pillar is topped with waves that arch towards each other, almost touching at the top. It’s a magnificent piece of artwork and stands as a reminder that the Fae have known no war in this land.
Osmund deports himself better than I expected. I really need to give him more credit. He’s not uneducated or untraveled. I’m starting to wonder if it’s magic, because there is no other reasonable explanation why I am constantly expecting him to gawp like a peasant at daily life in a large city.
