Because I need to taste her release. Badly.
I tease the tip of my tongue over her clit again, rubbing against the underside of it. I’ve had females in my bed with prominent clits in the past, and they’re easy to tease to climax. Aspeth has sweetly thick folds hiding her bud from my sight, and when my tongue teases over it, it’s barely more than the tiniest of bumps. Perfectly fine. It’s delicate and hesitant, just like her. No matter a woman’s shape or form, I can figure out how to get her off. It just takes a little attention to detail.
Squeezing my cock again, I tongue her and push into her core, using my thick tongue length like I would my cock. She sucks in a breath of surprise, squirming against my mouth. Something tells me that she’s never had that happen before and she doesn’t know what to make of it. Her cunt clenches around my tongue and I thrust into her, but she’s no longer making those little pants of delight—time to change plans. I go back to licking her pussy, using firmer and firmer strokes of my tongue, until she’s wet and juicy and making those sweet sounds again.
This time I focus on her clit, that intoxicating, half-hidden little bit that I know she’ll like attention on. Using my free hand, I push the folds of her cunt apart, exposing her, and it forces the tiny, flushed bud into prominence. I lick her again, and Aspeth’s hands fly to my horns. The gurgling sound that erupts from her throat would make me laugh if I wasn’t so mucking hard. As it is, I stroke my hand down my cock, my fingers messy with pre-cum. I should stop rubbing myself, should play with her pretty, jiggling tits and give them the attention they deserve, but I can’t stop myself. Just like I can’t stop myself from wrapping my lips around her now-prominent clit and sucking lightly.
The cry Aspeth makes is sharp, her hips rearing against my face. I try to pull away, only for her to arch her hips, following my mouth, and so I give her what she wants. Fuck drawing this out. She wants to come? I’ll make her fucking come. I run my tongue over her clit, teasing along the underside before sucking on it again. She cries out once more, then she’s riding my face while I frantically stroke my cock, desperate to get her off before I erupt. The moment I feel the burst of her release against my tongue, I spray against the coverlets, bucking my hips against the mattress as I nut, my face buried between her thighs.
Goddess Asteria’s fabled paradise could not bring me more pleasure than this moment.
Aspeth is panting, her hand to her brow as she struggles for breath. Her face—and her glorious, heavy tits—are flushed and the insides of her thighs are damp with her release. Mine is all over the side of the bed, but I can deal with that. Soon.
For now, I’m happy to pay attention to her pussy, giving it slow, contented licks, and loving the way she trembles with each stroke of my tongue.
I bet I could make her come again without too much effort. The thought feeds some primal urge in me, and I give her a wicked grin before pushing her pussy open wide again and lowering my head.
This time, Aspeth reaches for my horns.
EIGHTEEN ASPETH
20 Days Before the Conquest Moon
Iblush all through breakfast the next morning.
For his part, Hawk is quiet, but when I glance over at him across the table, he’s got a smug look on his face, as if he’s quite pleased with himself. He seems more relaxed today than he has been in the past, which just makes me blush harder.
Luckily no one else has noticed my silence. Gwenna is arguing with Lark and Mereden about the best type of toasted cheese sandwich, and Kipp is watching them with an amused expression as Mereden goes into great detail about the perfect amount of butter that should be spread upon the bread before applying cheese. And while I have definite opinions about toasted cheese sandwiches, I can’t focus on anything.
There are parts of my brain that still haven’t recovered from last night.
I can’t stop thinking about where he touched me. His tongue. The hungry noises he made as he pleasured me. The way I curled my legs around his shoulders and rocked shamelessly against him while he licked me to climax. I’ve read a few naughty books and touched myself a few times, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine anything quite like that. I poke at my porridge, wondering how I’m possibly going to be able to hold a conversation with him today, because I distinctly remember the ring through his nose resting upon my mound as he licked me….
“Good,” declares a loud, brusque voice that makes me jump. “You’re all here. Saves me the effort of locating your asses.” I glance up in surprise as Magpie bustles into the kitchen. She’s wearing her guild uniform, and while it’s wrinkled and faded, it’s the first time I’ve seen her look something like a guild master. Her normally disheveled, gray-streaked hair is pulled back into a tail and she wears her sash over her shoulder, so encrusted with pins that it pulls the side of her blouse down.
A spark of excitement races through me as she sets her pack on the table in the midst of breakfast, making the dishes rattle. What’s going on?
Hawk leans back in his chair, his arms crossing over his broad chest. It makes the muscles in his biceps bulge, and I can’t stop staring. Gwenna catches my eye, a curious expression on her face, and I immediately turn bright red, shoving another mouthful of porridge into my face and trying to look anywhere but at her.
Or Hawk.
“Well, now,” Hawk drawls, tilting his head and eyeing Magpie. “Look who’s decided to be upright before noon. Going somewhere?”
“Shut up, you,” Magpie tells him, but there’s a grin on her face. “You all kept bitching about teaching, well, now you get your teacher. I’m taking charge.”
“You are?” Lark grins at her aunt.
“Are you, now.” His tone is even. Unruffled.
“I am.” She puts her hands on her hips. “You going to fight me over it?”
“Not at all.” Hawk seems guarded, but he nods after a moment’s thought. “Glad you’re feeling like joining the team. It’s been a while.”
“Yeah, well, yesterday’s scare with this one”—she gestures at me—“made me realize that if I didn’t get off my ass and teach these idiots, they’d go back to their villages, and then where would I be?”
“Did you just call us the village idiots?” Gwenna stiffens in her seat, scowling at Magpie.
“I did. But you can prove me wrong.” She points at the pack she’s placed in the center of the table, almost atop poor Kipp. “I assume you all know how to pack your bag for tunneling?”
Everyone pauses. I exchange a worried look with Gwenna and then glance over at Hawk, but he’s not looking at me, thank Asteria.
“We haven’t gotten that far yet. We’ve been working on drills,” Hawk says. “Physical fitness.”
“Spoken like a true Taurian,” Magpie continues, and gives her head a little shake. “Look, I won’t say that you don’t need to be in good shape to hold your own in the tunnels, but as long as you’re smart and know what you’re doing, it’s not that important.”
There’s a smack against wood, and I realize when Hawk stands up that the smack was his agitated tail hitting the nearest chair. He leans forward, his hands braced on the table. “Not important? Do you know how many idiots Taurians have to retrieve out of the tunnels every year because humans deem it ‘not important’ to be competent at their mucking jobs?”
