the orb by a fraction. It descends at an angle, kissing the bridge of his nose, and lands in a curling dot dead center above his lip.
Seraphina reaches out and touches his lips. A face that had horrified her last night she now can look upon easily.
It is so much better that he is not skulking about, looking all threatening and raising the dead.
Altho flinches, grabbing her hand. “Do not touch me there.”
Seraphina grabs his cock. “And here?” she taunts.
He gasps, unconsciously rocking into her hand, instantly hard.
She squeezes harder and he releases her other hand. “I will touch you there if you want me to touch you here.” She jerks him forward by his prick and he comes in a lurching stagger.
Seraphina has been trained in sex. Another benefit of being a Druid breeder is recognizing each male is different. A woman has no expertise if she isn't able to see a man's deepest desire.
Seraphina descends like a viper. Grabbing his nape with her now-free hand, she launches her smaller body against his. She presses deeply into the shadow of his body even as her hand tightens around his cock.
She drags his face to hers and kisses not his mouth but the scar above his full lips.
Altho moans against her mouth, yet he does not pull away.
His hands land on her shoulders and he tears her off him. She lets go of his considerable length and Altho retreats. “Do not do that again.”
“ No,” Seraphina replies. “You wish to have a Druid breeder. I am your consequence. I do not have the disposition of other breeders, Altho. You might have more carefully considered your choice.”
His eyes narrow. “Is this a bid for me to return you?”
That idea is steeped in logic, but the truth is, she is having too much fun to think of the morrow. The temple is in ruins. Jessamine is concubine to the undead. Siana is goddess knows where. Only her Druid sisters are of a concern, and she saw very well where she stood with them while held in the priests’ prison. Lowly.
There is nowhere for her to go. Yet when opportunity arises and freedom beckons, she will not hesitate to escape.
“No,” she replies. “However, I will not be raped—cannot be. I am Druid. Once sex with one of us is begun, rape is a difficult enterprise.”
“ I know what you are,” Altho seethes.
Seraphina cocks an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Whore,” Altho says in a shaking voice.
Seraphina laughs. “If that be true, I am a whore you want.”
Seraphina backs away, never breaking eye contact with Altho. When the backs of her thighs touch the edge of the bed, she collapses, lifting her heavy skirts as she does.
He will be under her thrall.
His eyes no longer look at her own, but at what Seraphina shows.
The instant he buries his prick inside her—Altho will rule over her no more.
Seraphina lifts her skirts and parts her legs, knowing the intimate view Altho takes in.
She slowly rolls her skirt to the waist and brings her fingers to the wet folds of her pussy.
Altho's breathing quickens and he draws reluctantly nearer.
Seraphina touches herself, and a strong pulse closes around the digit she inserts.
She begins a slow pump, another finger working over the little nub nestled between her pussy lips.
Altho watches.
A minute passes, and Seraphina moans, bringing herself closer to orgasm.
She opens her eyes. His are glued to what her fingers are doing, his fists clenching and unclenching.
Seraphina does not play fair. She lifts her hips, pressing her heels deeper into the bed and gives a hoarse cry. A rippling orgasm, like soft lapping water, washes over her.
Her hands are roughly batted away, and she smiles in triumph.
Where a cock should be, the soft press of lips meet her entrance. To her surprise, she reacts spontaneously, wrapping her creamy fingers in Altho's dark hair.
“ Yes!” she shouts, drunk with lust.
His mouth presses deeper, his tongue stabbing her center, and another orgasm crashes over her, deeper than the last.
When he
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