Page 15 of Vicious Fates and Vast Futures
A fairy tale ball. I don’t know who approved this shit, but tone-deaf would be a kind description.
“I’ll go,” I offer. “Maudey will know I speak with your voice. I’m sure you ladies have lots to do for the ball.”
En practically eyerolls herself into a new dimension, but I’m quite sure Adi will enjoy some time for them to get ready alone.
“Ossy?”
He nods. “Sure, I’ll go with you to the kitchens. Give me a moment to change.”
WE’RE HEADED BACK TOour rooms from the basement. I had expected it to go smoothly, but I’m still thankful that Maudey understood our position. She’s on board with everything and will speak with those she trusts.
Ossy is striding along next to me when I take an unexpected turn. He follows without comment, ever a good solider.Ever a trusting mate, my heart corrects. We march down a deserted hallway and I stop at a plinth with a black-marble bust of some long dead king.
“Osmund,” I say softly.
He steps closer, lowering his head. “What is it, Bryn?” I feel a tendril of nervousness along the bonds. Oh, does he think something is wrong?
I’ll clarify things for him. My hand snaps out, tangling in his blonde hair. “Get on your knees and suck the cum from my balls, metamour.”
I feel his response, his heat, to my words down the bond a millisecond before he drops to his knees.
I pull my trousers down as his hands slide up my thighs. His eagerness makes me grin.
“Sucha needy boy, Ossy. Now, open your mouth for me.”
And my cock flops out heavily, directly into his waiting mouth.
My body relaxes and I stare at the ceiling, lost in the feeling of his mouth around me and the knowledge of his complete obedience.
Nothing turns me on like when a partner trusts me completely. Trusts me not just with their pleasure, but with their safety.
I press my cock slowly down his throat. I’ve been training him to deep throat me, and he’s learning quickly. He inhales through his nose and blinks a bit frantically as I feel his throat relax.
“Perfect, metamour. You’re doing so well.”
At my praise, he relaxes more and I easily fuck his throat. My hips thrust quickly into him, the wet grip delightful.
“Good boy, Ossy.... So fucking good.... Take it, love,” I gasp. My dick had been hard for him all afternoon, so it doesn’t take me long to come. I shoot directly down his throat. He swallows around me and I shiver at the feeling of his muscles closing around my dick. I slowly pull out of his mouth. I hold my softening dick out to him. “Clean me, metamour.”
His tongue quickly laps over every inch of me, sending shivers up my spine. I tuck myself away while he kneels, waiting for my next command.
His big blue eyes as they stare up at me are so honest and sweet that I fall to my knees to take him in my arms and kiss him.
Nairna
“I’D LOOK BETTER INa suit, you know.” I pluck at the lavender fabric.
“You look amazing in anything, En. And nothing.” Adi grins. “Bronwen made you some gorgeous suits. We just need to keep Queen Seren happy, and she has some bullshit traditional opinions on gendered clothing, at least for events.” She approaches me and wraps her fingers in mine. “I’m sorry, love.” Her voice is regretful.
I tighten my grip on Adi and smooth my other hand over the dress. “It’s not your fault, birdie. I’m not mad. It’s a beautiful gown. Truly.”
Pale purple lace covers my arms, and the body of the lavender dress falls to the floor in a slim cut. My back is bare, the dress cut straight down my sides to meet in a low curve right above my ass. Bronwen mentioned “side boob” is in. Mine are definitelyoutin this dress.
There’s not a snowball’s chance in hell I could fight in this dress, though I had required Adi’s pissy—and disrespectful—seamstress to add thigh slits so I can at least move. And I suppose the lace is stretchy. I guess it’s not that bad, all things considered. But I would probably flash someone if I had to dive or roll.
Adi smiles at me and leans up to touch her lips to mine. My mate looks like something out of a dream in her corseted blood-red dress with a full skirt. Tulle layers fall around her hips, flowing like waves, making her look more dramatic than normal but in an adorable way. Tulle is also used to create these drapey sleeve things that don’t cover her shoulders but rather hang on her upper arms. Her hair is loose, pinned back from her face but draping down nearly to her waist, with tiny primroses woven in.
I can’t imagine where she’s hiding her dagger in that outfit.
