Hers to Claim by Patricia A. Knight Page B

from between her legs. She couldn’t prevent a slightly restless shiver of her hips at the loss of the pleasurable sensation. Hel glanced toward her hands and a smile ghosted across his face.
    “Good girl. You didn’t disturb the crystals. And my sweet Nia—they glow amber. But we need them stronger to protect us all night.” He moved between her vee’d legs and knelt. “Carefully, put the soles of your feet on the fur and arch up. I want to put your lower body on my thighs.”
    She did as he asked, arching up while he slid underneath her buttocks. His use of a nickname she’d left behind in childhood surprised her, but she liked it coming from his mouth. She felt like a woman/child with him.
    Again, his hard shaft rested in the valley between her swollen lower lips, slipping easily in the moisture from her arousal. Now he used both hands and starting at her shoulders, ran gossamer touches across her collarbones, her breasts, her ribs, down to her hips, and across her inner thighs. From time to time, her ears caught an esoteric word whispered under his breath. Every time he rocked forward to reach her shoulders, for an instant, his hard cock slipped across her clit in an explosion of pleasure. The contact was just enough to tease her in the most brutal fashion. As her arousal built, her pants sped up and it was all she could do to remain quiet under him, accepting of whatever he gave her. If he would linger a fraction longer…
    “ Don’t move.”
    This time he pinched both of her nipples and the intense pain was as if a blanket smothered the fire of her arousal—not extinguishing it, just snuffing the flames to leave the embers glowing in preparation for another fire.
    “Arch your hips. I am going to sl ide away.” She did as he asked, and he slipped his body from underneath her and then knelt upright. His cock slapped at his belly and wetness glistened on the fat head, now purple with engorgement. She could see his heartbeat pulse in one of the large veins standing out along its length. His balls had pulled up close to his cock’s thick base, where silky black hair formed sparse coils. Even there, the Goddess had favored him with beauty. Her pussy wept tears of anticipation, and she splayed her legs wider to make room for him.
    “How close are you to coming?”
    “Very close,” she murmured.
    “Hmm.” He frowned and she watched him spit into his hand . He took that glorious cock, the cock that she ached for, the cock she would have done almost anything to have penetrate her, and he stroked. Up. Down. Up. Down. A little faster. And faster, yet. With clenched teeth and a grunt, he came, his body jerking with every pump of cum of his cock. Breathing heavily through his nose, he staggered upright.
    “You can get up now. Put your clothes on.”
    She lay stunned. Tears of disappointment and shame welled but she refused to allow them to fall. Was her common Oshtesh body not good enough for his highborn cock, his aristocratic seed? Adonia released the now, hot, glowing crystals, letting them roll to the side, and pushed herself to her feet. Her groin ached with heavy, fierce arousal. Her gut roiled with nausea. I will not cry. I will not. “I don’t understand.”
    Hel paused in his dressing and turned to her. He cupped her face in one large hand and his eyes lingered on her. “No. I don’t suppose you do. Sweet Nia.” He stroked her face gently and then released her. “The diaman crystals pull energy from sexual arousal. Male, yes…but mostly female. You provide it. I direct it. This deadly trail we travel? We must do this every night. It’s why I didn’t want this route. Tomorrow and the day after and the day after that, we won’t have the luxury of relaxed, private foreplay, nor a hot thermal pool to soothe tired muscles. I want you slick and desirous at a heated glance—orgasmic at the swirl of my tongue over your clit. Understand?”
    “Am I never to be allowed to come this entire journey?”