by Linda Kage
21
Farrow
My arms and legs quivered with exhaustion, and my body felt completely boneless. The tremors wracked me harder. I couldn’t seem to stop them.
I’d just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life, but I wasn’t so sure that had anything to do with this. This felt like an unexplainable nervous habit that had just up and seized me.
I squeezed my eyes closed tighter than they already were and buried my face in silken hair that smelled heavily of honey and flowers. Warm feminine arms eased around me, comforting me.
Yes. I needed that. I needed—
“Farrow?”
That voice. Whoever had blessed the Outer Realms with bringing that voice into existence deserved an award. It was by far the best sound to ever caress my ears.
“Darling, are you okay?”
Yes, so musical and soothing. I nodded, calmed by the voice, only to shake even more because I instinctively knew something else was still terribly wrong.
“Farrow?”
I frowned, confused. “I—I don’t know what’s wrong—” I started to confess until I realized just whose voice it was I was hearing, whose body lay under me. I could tell she was naked. Warm plush breasts flattened against my bare chest, and her legs were still wrapped around my waist, holding me in—Christ! I was still inside her.
I jerked myself free and lurched upright onto my knees, gaping down in horror at the naked princess under me.
“Nicolette?”
She smiled softly and sat as well, reaching for my face, more gently than I deserved. “Do you remember what just happened?”
“I—” I frowned a moment. Then… “Yes.” God help me, I remembered everything. Everything I’d done. Everything she’d let me do. I looked down at us, my gaze straying to her full breasts and the dark nest of hair between her legs. Her dress lay shredded on either side of her; only her arms still rested in their unharmed sleeves.
I’d done that. I’d flayed her clothing to bits just to get to her.
“Fuck me,” I whispered in horror. I’d just had sex with Nicolette. The best sex of my life, but still…
I’d wanted her to know the truth first.
I crawled backward away from her, sick to my stomach, and yanked my trousers back up, stuffing my offending cock away, out of sight.
“I’m sorry, Nic. I’m so sorry. I—” Clutching my head in my hands, I drew my knees up to my chest and sat in the fetal position, rocking myself. “I never meant to do that. I…” The words faltered when my voice cracked.
I’d just tupped Nicolette, the one person I’d promised myself not to defile.
“No…” She touched my shoulder gently, making me flinch away from such kindness and understanding. “Farrow, please. It’s okay. Don’t worry. Even though you were under the influence of the potion, you didn’t force me. I wanted to lie with you. It’s okay.”
“No!” I snarled. “It’s not okay. You…”
I made a strange motion with my hands at her, only to catch sight of blood smeared on the inside of her thigh. “Oh God,” I rasped, my throat going dry with pain as regret sliced through me...
“It was your first time, and you—I—Christ, I took you like a rutting bull out in the open on the ground, like you were—”
“Farrow…” She tried to touch me again, but I thrashed my head back and forth and crab-crawled away from her, avoiding any comfort she wanted to provide.
Her eyes filled with sympathy, as if she felt sorry for me.
Dammit all, she was the one she should worry about. I had ruined her, treated her like a common strumpet—worse than that—and taken away her choices, choices she should’ve been able to make later when she knew everything.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” I insisted. She was supposed to remain untouched.
Irritation finally sparked in her expression. “Well, it did happen,” she snapped. “So you can just sit there, quivering with remorse over how much you regret being with me, or—”
“I don’t regret being with you,” I broke in, appalled by such a stunningly inaccurate assumption.
She blinked. “You don’t?”
My brow furrowed. “Never in a million years would I regret one moment of joining my body with yours. I’ll treasure the memory of us, always.” Then I exhaled, and admitted, “It is you who will regret it.”
Her lips parted. “But—” Then she frowned, not understanding.
I glanced away. “When you learn everything, you’ll hate me, and you’ll wish I’d never touched you. I just wanted to spare you that, at least. And I fucking failed.”
When she didn’t answer, I visually checked her reaction.
Shocked to find her features had switched from worried confusion to outright peeved irritation, my mouth fell open when she growled, “Bullshit.”
I started, then shook my head. “Excuse me?”
“Bull…” Leaning close, she added, “Shit. It’s an expression Indigo taught me. Passed down from his great-grandmother, no doubt. It means—”
“Oh, I can discern what it means quite easily.”
“Fine then.” Shrugging, she pulled back. A challenging smile broke across her face. “If you’re so certain I’ll hate you, feel free to prove me wrong. Tell me this huge secret that you have and see how I respond. Let me show you that I could never hate you or regret what we just did.”
I snorted out an incredulous laugh. “Absolutely not.”
Her eyes narrowed haughtily. “And why not?”
“Because I’m too selfish,” I snarled. “As soon as you know everything, you will leave. And I’m not ready.” Fisting my hand, I pounded the air, admitting, “I’m not ready to lose you.”
She cracked out a harsh, disbelieving sound. “Says the man who was trying to get rid of me just this morning and send me home with the mages.”
“You wouldn’t have known the truth if you’d gone with them,” I maintained. “You wouldn’t have hated me. So I wouldn’t have truly lost you.”
Nicolette stepped directly up to me, her eyes probing as she looked inside me. “You won’t lose me.”
“I lose everyone,” I choked out brokenly. “And I’ll lose you too.”
Her head moved back and forth. “No, Farrow. Not me. Not ever.”
“I will,” I swore, even as I reached out and fisted a handful of her silken hair in my grasp. “But I have you for now, so I guess I’ll just have to make that be enough.”
I’d already broken my own vow to keep my hands off her; I might as well enjoy what we had while she was still willing.
Besides, I couldn't seem to stop myself.
Crushing my mouth to hers, I kissed her with a frenzy, spiking my tongue deep and stealing pieces of her that I hoped to store and keep with me for the rest of my days.
The aphrodisiac was still surging through my veins, and my cock was already once again as hard as a steel pipe, throbbing for release, otherwise I probably wouldn’t have touched her again. But my body was working independently from my brain, so I indulged in the moment.
She rose up to meet me, eager for my kisses. I cupped the tender sides of her throat and drank from her lips as I backed her toward a nearby tree.
“Are you too sore?” I asked, even as I stroked my hand down, caressing the side of her breast, then her rib cage until I was clutching her hip.
“No,” she said. “But I thought—” With a glance down between us, she made out the straining erection in my pants. Her gaze shot back up to mine. “Is this the potion still at work or you?”
“Both.” Then I shrugged. “Mostly the potion, though. Why? Do you want me to stop?”
“Never.” She shook her head adamantly. “But—” She gasped when I lifted her off the ground. “But I was hoping you’d come to me of your own volition, so it would be—oh God!”
My fingers slid around to cup her bottom as the britches I’d pulled up earlier but hadn’t tied together sagged down, letting my cock spring
free. I pressed against her, and she opened for me, the heels of her shoes grinding hard against the tree with her knees bent and pale thighs straining wide to receive that first thrust.
“Please,” she pleaded. “You can choose me of your own free will later, I guess. After the aphrodisiac’s gone. For now, just—God! I need this. Fuck me, Farrow. Fuck me!”
I drove into her, groaning. And the tight clasp of her body accepted me. Her breasts bobbed from the force of my penetration. My fingers bit into the smooth globes of her ass, holding her where I needed her as I strained, gritting my teeth, and pumped with a slow, steady rhythm.
She held on to me, her chipped but still painted nails biting into my shoulders. Head thrown back, she panted in such a needy way it caused my head to swell with a primal sort of conquest.
This was my woman to rut. Her cunny only knew my rod, had only accepted my strokes. I gave a low growl of possessiveness. No one else…
No one else was allowed to have her.
Mewling sounds tore from her throat.
No one else would bring her such pleasure.
My shaft swelled, preparing to ignite.
No one else could ever carry my cum inside them. Only her. She owned me, and I owned her.
Her inner walls collapsed, squeezing around me. A helpless cry left her throat.
I burrowed into her, burying my face into the crook of her neck and held myself close, pressing against every inch of her that I could reach.
Then, I released myself, joining her in her climax.
The rest of the day was a blur. My dick just wouldn’t stay down, and my blood pounded, needing release.
We made it back to the horses after I took Nicolette against the tree. But just barely. She’d pulled her hair up, winding a free piece around it and tying it into a knot to get it off her neck, but a loose lock fell free as we were walking. With her a few paces in front of me, all I could seem to focus on was that damn bit of hair that kept touching the back of her neck so intimately. It didn’t seem right. I should be the one who got to touch the back of that glorious, slim neck.
And then her dress slipped. She was holding the torn front together with her hands, like a robe, but one sleeve fell off her shoulder. It was too enticing for me to resist.
With no idea I was about to mount her from behind like a savage animal, she motioned toward Mint and Caramel, saying, “As soon as I dig out a new dress, we can be on our w—”
“Don’t bother,” I said, catching her waist and pulling her up short, causing her to yelp. “We won’t be going anywhere. Not for a good, long while.”
“Oh!” A puff of surprise left her lips when I pressed her tantalizing back against my straining front and moved my mouth to her neck, right where that hair had been touching her.
“Farrow,” she panted. In front of me, her head tumbled back to rest on my shoulder while I kissed the side of her throat and pressed my straining cock to her bottom so she could feel me through her dress.
“I need you,” I told her.
She nodded, even as she asked, “Again? Already?”
“Again,” I answered, my voice deep and thick with arousal. “Already.” Slipping one hand around to her front, I cupped her breast before squeezing tight enough to make her jump and then moan. She pressed her ass against my erection. I nudged the other sleeve off her shoulder until the entire dress slid down and was falling, pooling and puddling around her ankles.
With no more cloth between us, I pulled myself from my own trousers and slipped my penis between the crease in her bottom, learning her shape from behind.
Moaning, Nicolette reached out and clutched a nearby tree, hanging on to it as I slipped my arm around her waist and angled her ass out to help me reach her slick opening more easily.
Once I found my way, my stiff penis prodded her soft, wet folds. She arched her back, exposing herself to me further, ready for insertion. When a tremor of anticipation seized her, I smoothed my hand down the length of her lovely spine and then gripped her hips.
“Hold on,” I warned.
She rested her forehead forward against her arm and nodded. I pushed in. She whimpered in feminine distress.
“Sore?” I asked, sliding even deeper.
Her head wobbled back and forth on her arm. “No. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
I rocked the rest of the way in and paused so I could release a breath and just experience the moment fully. Making love to Princess Nicolette was not something I’d ever forget, but I suddenly wanted every detail imprinted on my brain, from that lock of hair once again teasing the back of her neck and the teardrop of sweat that coasted along her spine to the tight clasp of her inner muscles as she pushed back against me, adjusting and taking my length, urging me to give her more.
I settled deeper. My pubic hair scraped her bottom as my bollocks hung heavy between her spread legs.
Then, flexing inside her, I claimed my territory.
She sobbed my name, no longer able to take the hiatus, and I was undone. I pulled out and shoved back in, reaching around to find her clit. Fingers slipping between her legs, I caught her quivering nub and pinched it, applying just enough pressure to make her legs give out and her body seize.
I held her up, capturing her orgasm against my hand, and I emptied myself inside her, giving everything I had and everything that I was to this woman who was coming to mean more to me than I ever thought was possible.
“When the bloody hell is this damn aphrodisiac supposed to pass?” I growled, plopping onto the hastily rolled-out pallet next to a still-panting Nicolette. It was late evening now, and I’d lost count of how many times we’d come together. “I’m going to wear a hole straight through you if we keep it up.”
She laughed and rotated onto her side, facing me. We had napped and eaten and taken each other throughout the day in an unceasing wave of sex, food, and sleep.
I’d tried to break up the repetition and apply a soothing salve between her legs once, because she had to be sore. I hadn’t exactly gone easy on her—all ten times I’d taken her. She had assured me she felt fine, though. Whenever we kissed, which was a lot, I supposedly healed whatever soreness she started to feel.
I couldn’t trust all that true-love’s-kiss malarkey, though, so I forced her to lie down and let me apply an ointment. But no sooner did my fingers dip the salve inside her, trying to heal what must be untold amounts of torn tissue, my cock swelled, jealous of all the action my fingers were getting. Then Nicolette made it worse by moaning her pleasure and arching her hips toward me. Her nipples hardened and cheeks flushed, and I was forced to shake my head and clench my teeth as I tried to restrain myself from my baser urges and mount her like a barbarian.
“Here,” Nicolette offered, dipping her own fingers into the balm’s container. “Why don’t you apply your silly soothing cream in me with this?” And she lathered my penis with the salve.
A moment later, my fingers were pulled free, and my swollen shaft—lathered with healing ointment—was pushing inside her, where I mounted her like a barbarian, anyway.
The princess had been a bundle full of energy and vivacity since then, becoming the aggressor in our love play, while my own vigor seemed to drain from me. I could tell the aphrodisiac was beginning to fade, and with its absence, I knew I would crash, so I ignored the signs and pushed myself harder, because I wanted just a little more time like this with her.
She grinned at me now and stroked a finger down the side of my face. “You’re quite worried about the quality of my vagina, you know that? But I assure you, love, it’s more durable than you think.”
I sighed and closed my eyes, relishing her touch. “Thank God. Because with you touching me like that, I’m afraid I’m going to need to borrow it yet again in the not so distant future.”
Her chuckle floated out through the trees as she sat up and gave a long, rippling groan of pleasure, stretching her arms over her head while her bare, proud breasts jutted in the evening breeze. I coul
d only watch in awe, my cock thickening as I thought she looked like a magnificent wood nymph.
Eyes glittering with delight, she leaned over me, her hair falling down over her shoulders to tickle my chest. When her exotic brown gaze met mine, full of liquid warmth, I swallowed thickly. She was so damn beautiful. So damn sweet. I feared what she was coming to mean to me.
“Or maybe you could try a different outlet for a spell if you’re so worried about my nether regions,” she murmured in a husky voice. A voice that made my skin tighten with greedy want.
I ran my gaze over her nude loveliness and arched an eyebrow. “Different outlet?”
Her fingers danced down my torso to my enlarged rod, and she smiled like a mischievous imp. “Ever since you’ve put your mouth on me here, I’ve wanted to try the same with you.”
“Fucking hell.” My hips surged against my will, and a groan rumbled from my throat. “Yes. Be my guest, princess,” I managed to answer.
Giddy triumph filled her expression. She took me in hand and stroked me a few times until a bead of cum appeared from the tip. Then she leaned in and licked it away. I fisted my hand around her hair, not forcing her action, but holding on tight while she took me deeper into her mouth and began to suck.
After that, I passed out cold, only to wake up in full darkness of night to her touching me again, kissing her way along my chest, and learning every inch of my body. I was still half out of it when she climbed onto my lap.
“Your arousal awakened me,” she said.
I grunted. “Funny. It didn’t wake me at all.” Only she had. Not that I minded. Now that she was straddling my lap, her wet heat pressing against the length of my turgid cock, I’m pretty certain I adored her for rousing me.
“Really?” she wondered with interest. “Well, let’s see if this awakens you, then.”
She slid down, impaling herself and taking me in deep. I bowed up, gripping her hips, and I became fully conscious as she rode me to one last orgasm before curling up on top of me and falling fast asleep.
And then, for the first time since meeting her, I slept with the princess wrapped in my arms all night long.