The Priestess and the Thief: Kindred Tales 30 Page 17

  “I’m Kindred and Havoc,” Roke reminded her. “Of course I have a big shaft. What’s your point, little priestess?”

  “Well, I was just wondering…” Elli bit her lip. “Wondering how…how it could possibly fit.”

  “In your soft little pussy, you mean?” he growled, raising his eyebrows.

  Blushing, Elli nodded and looked away.

  “I mean, just two of your fingers filled me up,” she said. “I don’t see how…I mean, not that we would ever, you know. But if we did, how…?”

  “Well, it helps that you’re definitely a Numalla,” Roke murmured. “A female who makes a lot of pussy honey,” he added, in case she hadn’t understood.

  “I am?” Elli squeezed her thighs together tightly and looked up at him.

  “Mmm-hmm. Definitely.” Roke nodded. “So as long as I made sure your little pussy was all hot and ready for me, I should be able to slide my shaft right up inside you, little priestess.”

  “Oh!” Elli’s breath was coming faster as she continued to stroke his thick shaft, which was throbbing in her hands. “Roke, you shouldn’t say such things!”

  He shrugged.

  “You wanted to know. But of course, you also wanted to make me come. And I’m damn close right now, sweetheart.”

  “You are?” Elli looked from the thick shaft she was stroking up to his dark eyes, narrowed in pleasure.

  “Sure am.” His voice was low and thick with passion. “Just keep on stroking, little priestess. In a minute you’ll see what happens. Gods!”

  His last word was a low, hoarse shout, and then the thick shaft in Elli’s hands seemed to get even harder and thicker. It jerked in her fingers and a thick jet of creamy white shot from the tip, fountaining out to coat the backs of her hands as she continued to stroke.

  “Oh!” Elli exclaimed as another jet followed. And another and another until at last Roke groaned and seemed to relax, though his shaft never wilted in her hands but remained hard.

  “Gods,” he groaned again and exhaled deeply. “That was fucking amazing,” he growled, looking down at Elli.

  “I…I’m glad you think so. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right or not.”

  “You did it just right,” Roke promised, giving her his one-sided smile. “Or couldn’t you tell by how much I came? Made a fucking mess.” He nodded down at his crotch.

  “Um…I…” Elli wasn’t sure what to do next but Roke solved her problem by gently moving her hands and slipping down into the pool with her again. He pulled her close and kissed her gently on the mouth, making Elli want to kiss him back, though she knew she shouldn’t.

  But just then, everyone around them started getting out of their respective pools.

  “Hey…” Elli looked around as all the Tenebrian nobles began wrapping themselves in their long, plush bathrobes. “What’s everyone doing? Where are they all going?”

  “Probably back to their bathing chambers to finish what they started,” Roke murmured. “Look—the Crown Prince is gone.”

  Looking over at the large central pool, Elli saw that it was true—the Crown Prince and the noblewoman he’d brought in with him had left the Bathing Grotto.

  “Come on,” Roke climbed out and offered her a hand out of the pool as well. “We’d better get going. Clearly Bathing time is over.”

  Elli supposed that was probably a good thing. Who knew what else might have happened between herself and the big Kindred if the Bathing time hadn’t ended when it had?

  But she couldn’t help feeling achy and unfulfilled as she stepped out of the pool and wrapped the long, plush bathrobe around herself. After all, she hadn’t come yet and now it didn’t look like she was going to.

  It doesn’t matter, she told herself sternly. You shouldn’t be worried about pleasure—you ought to be thinking about taming Demon and getting a piece of the Healing Lattice.

  But it was difficult to remember that when her entire body seemed to cry out in unfulfilled longing as she and Roke made their way back to their bedchamber.

  Thirty-Two

  “What’s wrong, little priestess? Feeling restless again tonight?” Roke raised his eyebrows at Ellilah, who had been tossing and turning beside him in bed ever since they’d slipped between the sheets.

  He knew well enough what was probably bothering her. He’d brought her right up to the edge of orgasm without actually pushing her over and then left her wanting. Of course, he hadn’t done that on purpose—it was no fault of his that the Crown Prince had decided to switch positions before the little priestess could come. But it had doubtless left her feeling restless and needy—problems Roke would be happy to help her with—but she had to ask him first, he decided.

  He didn’t want to force anything on her—not even when it was clear how badly she needed it.

  “Feeling restless?” he asked her again, since she hadn’t answered him the first time.

  “I…I don’t know.” She shifted again and pressed her thighs together. The pink tips of her nipples were pressed hard against the silky, semi-transparent material of her white nightdress, making Roke’s mouth water to suck them. Not to mention how badly he wanted to lick her soft little pussy…

  But no—he couldn’t do any of that unless she asked.

  “What is it then?” he asked, frowning. “Are you in pain of some kind?”

  “Yes, pain!” Ellilah seemed to grasp at his words eagerly. “I…I am in pain, Roke,” she admitted softly.

  “Oh?” Roke rolled on his side and propped himself up on one elbow so he could look down at her. “And where are you in pain, sweetheart?”

  “I…um…I don’t know if it’s pain exactly,” Ellilah hedged, nibbling her lush over lip. “But I do feel really achy and…and hot. Does that count as pain?”

  “Depends on where it is,” Roke growled, though he thought he could guess. “Why don’t you show me, sweetheart?”

  “Well…here.” Ellilah pointed hesitantly to her tight nipples.

  Roke shook his head.

  “Too damn hard to see with your nightdress in the way. Why don’t you lift it up and show me?”

  “I…I don’t know if I should…” She nibbled her lush lower lip.

  “I’ve already seen you wet and naked at the Bathing pool tonight,” Roke reminded her. “It can’t hurt to let me see one more time, now can it?”

  “I guess not.” Hesitantly, she raised the hem of her silky nightdress, first above her waist, and then all the way up to her neck, baring her plump, naked breasts for him.

  Roke bit back a groan. Gods how he wanted to suck those luscious pink nipples! But he didn’t want to do anything she didn’t want.

  “Is this where you hurt, sweetheart?” he asked, circling one tight peak gently with a fingertip. He felt a shiver go through Ellilah’s curvy body and she seemed to be trying not to moan. Gods, she was sensitive—and so incredibly responsive! He loved that about her.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I ache, Roke. And I was thinking…”

  “Thinking what?” he prompted her gently, as she paused uncertainly.

  “Well, I was thinking about how…how you healed my arm and took away the pain before…before we went to the Bathing Grotto.” Her soft, sweet voice was coming out high and breathless, betraying her desire—as was the delicate feminine scent of passion rising from her

  Roke raised his eyebrows at her.

  “You mean you want me to lick and suck your sweet little nipples and take away the pain?”

  Biting her lip, she nodded.

  “If…if you don’t mind?”

  “Hell no, I don’t mind,” Roke growled. Now that she had finally asked him, he was eager to do what he’d been dreaming of. He was just glad that Ellilah had found a convenient excuse for the two of them to follow their natural desires.

  Leaning over her, he sucked the first pink, puffy nipple between his lips and laved it with his tongue. Ellilah gave a little gasp of pleasure and pressed up to meet him, pushing more of her nippl
e into his seeking mouth. Obligingly, Roke took as much of her breast between his lips as he could and sucked hard.

  He was rewarded by her soft little fingers in his hair and the sound of her moaning his name. Roke felt a shiver of lust go through him as his shaft hardened in his sleep trousers. Gods, he loved to hear his name in that sweet, bird-like voice of hers! He sucked harder, loving the taste of her skin and then switched to the other nipple, torturing it sweetly while she bucked and writhed under his mouth.

  Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw one of her small hands slipping down her belly to cup her soft little pussy mound. Letting the nipple he’d been sucking slip from between his lips, Roke reached down and caught her by the wrist.

  “Hey now, little priestess—what do you think you’re doing?” he growled, looking at her sternly.

  Her green eyes widened in fear.

  “I was just…I thought…thought you said it was all right to…to touch my secret spot?”

  “It is—most of the time,” Roke told her. “But tell me this—is your ‘secret spot’ throbbing and aching right now, like your nipples were?”

  Her eyes widened again—this time in understanding.

  “Yes, I guess so,” she admitted. “But you wouldn’t want to…to try healing me there would you?”

  There was nothing Roke wanted more at that moment than to sink to his knees and bury his face between her thighs. But he tried to keep the eagerness from his face and voice, not wanting to frighten her.

  “I would very much like to heal you anywhere you’re hurt, sweetheart,” he told her gently.

  “Even…” she bit her lip. “Even my secret spot?”

  “Especially your secret spot,” Roke assured her. “If you’d like, I can heal you there now.”

  “You can?” She asked, her eyes going wide again.

  He nodded.

  “All you have to do is spread your thighs for me and let me open your soft little pussy with my fingers. Then I can lap your sweet Goddess pearl and get my tongue deep in your hot little honey well.”

  “Oh!” Ellilah looked at him with trepidation. “You want to put your tongue there too? Inside me?”

  “Don’t you ache there, too?” Roke asked softly. “Doesn’t your little pussy throb to be filled?”

  “I…I guess it does,” she admitted softly.

  “Then let me fill it,” Roke told her. “I can’t fill you with my shaft, but I can with my tongue. So spread your thighs and let me in, little priestess. Let me lap open your soft little cunt and tonguefuck you until you feel better.”

  “But when will I feel better?” she protested innocently, even as she spread her thighs for him.

  Roke was already kneeling beside the bed and arranging her so that her legs were hanging off the side.

  “When you come,” he said and leaned down to taste her soft, trembling pussy for the first time.

  Thirty-Three

  Elli gasped at the feeling of the big warrior’s hot, wet tongue sliding between her outer pussy lips and finding her aching core. She had never felt anything like the sensation of him lapping slowly, deeper and deeper into her, slipping his tongue into her inner folds and then laving the aching button of her secret spot.

  “Oh!” she gasped, reaching down to slide her fingers through his thick, black hair. “Oh, Roke!”

  Her only answer was more licking—the sensation of his tongue sliding delicately around and around her aching button and then slipping down to find the entrance of her honey well.

  Elli bucked her hips up as she felt him enter her. His tongue felt different than his fingers had—hotter but still incredibly good.

  Shouldn’t be doing this! Shouldn’t be letting him, whispered a guilty little voice in her head.

  He’s healing me—that’s all, Elli told herself, pushing back against the guilt that was trying to ruin her pleasure. I have to let him—have to be open enough to let him heal me and make the ache go away!

  Feeling somewhat justified, she was able to push the guilty voice away and open herself again to the delicious sensations of the big warrior tonguefucking her deeply.

  “Roke! Roke!” she cried, pulling his hair and bucking her hips shamelessly. “Oh Goddess, that feels so…so good. But I need…I want…”

  “I know what you need, sweetheart.” He looked up briefly, his eyes half-lidded with lust, his mouth wet with her juices. “You need to come. So just relax and let me bring you all the way—relax and let me make you come.”

  “All right, Roke.” Obediently, Elli spread her thighs even wider, ready to give him anything he wanted.

  To her surprise, she felt not his tongue but his fingers sliding into her honey well this time.

  “Oh!” She looked up at him. “Roke?”

  “It’s all right,” he assured her. “Just going to fingerfuck your soft little cunt while I lap your Goddess pearl, sweetheart. It’s the fastest way to make you come and heal that ache you’re feeling.”

  “Yes, Roke,” she whispered, bucking her hips a little, to help him penetrate her more deeply. “If…if you say so.”

  “I do, little priestess,” he growled softly. “So just lay back and let me make you come. Let me heal your soft little pussy.”

  Then he bent forward and sucked her secret spot between his lips, lapping it over and over with the tip of his tongue until Elli gasped and fishtailed under his hot mouth.

  Her orgasm wasn’t long in coming after that. As the big warrior thrust into her with two long, strong fingers and sucked and lapped her Goddess pearl, Elli felt that by-now-familiar wire in her belly snap and a heart-pounding flood of pleasure washed over her in a heated rush that made her toes curl and her entire body stiffen.

  “Oh yes! Yes, Roke—yes!” she heard herself chanting as she bucked against his tongue. “Yes, yes, right there—right there—yes!”

  Roke rode out her orgasm, lapping and thrusting deep in her pussy, making Elli cry and beg as she rode his tongue and fingers shamelessly. It felt so good—even better than the orgasm she’d given herself the night before—and she wished it might never end.

  But at last she began to feel that her secret spot was getting too sensitive to be touched and started twitching her hips away from the big warrior.

  Roke seemed to understand that she had reached her limit of pleasure, because he pulled back with a last, sweet, sucking kiss to her pussy, and looked up at her.

  “Gods, you taste delicious little priestess,” he growled, his voice hoarse with lust. “Do you feel better now? Is the ache all gone?”

  “Yes.” Elli nodded, still breathless from the intense pleasure. She felt limp and tired and completely contented. “Yes, Roke—you healed me just right. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He kissed her again, this time on the small, springy mound of curls at the apex of her sex. “And listen, if you start hurting and aching again, just let me know.”

  “You mean you’ll…you’ll heal me again?” Elli asked him, nibbling her lower lip.

  He nodded.

  “Any time at all, little priestess. If your nipples or your soft little pussy starts aching, just tell me and I’ll be down on my knees, lapping your soft little cunt before the words are out of your mouth.”

  “You must like to heal,” Elli remarked, twitching her hips. His hot, dirty words were making her throb again.

  “I fucking love it,” Roke growled. “But only when it’s you, sweetheart,” he added. “I don’t want to heal anyone else. All right?”

  “All right.” Elli nodded. “Thank you, Roke.”

  “Any time,” he murmured. Then, kissing her mound again, he rose slowly and slid back into bed beside her. “Now go to sleep, little priestess. Tomorrow is another big day.”

  “Yes, I…I suppose it is.” Elli sighed and shifted to get more comfortable in his arms. She loved to pillow her head on his broad chest and listen to the comforting deep rhythm of his heart.

  But inside, she was alread
y wondering when it would be appropriate to ask Roke to “heal” her again…

  Thirty-Four

  The next few days, they fell into a kind of routine. They got up early for the communal breakfast and then Elli spent most of the day in the training ring with Demon while Roke watched her work.

  Now that she had a connection with him, the huge zorel was coming along nicely. He truly was one of the most intelligent zorels Elli had ever worked with and he understood at once what she was asking of him and was willing—even eager—to do it.

  However, Demon was only willing to work with her—he still snorted warningly when the other grooms came near and he didn’t much like the Crown Prince either. Elli knew she had a way to go with him—unfortunately he was what her father used to call a “one person zorel” and he had apparently picked Elli as his person. She had to find a way to transfer his affections, though she wasn’t sure how she was going to manage it.

  In the meantime, she spent some time educating the Tenebrian grooms. She had ordered them to throw away their pain prods and because she was now the Royal Zorel Entrancer with the favor of the Crown Prince, they had to obey. Some of them grumbled about it but Elli was devoting an hour of every day to teaching them the correct way to handle zorels without using pain as a motivator.

  “Zorels are beautiful, intelligent creatures who want to work with you,” she lectured them sternly. “You don’t need to hurt them to make them do what you ask—you just need to make them understand what you need and give them a motivation to obey.”

  “Pain’s a good motivation, though,” one groom pointed out sullenly. He was clearly still missing his pain prod, Elli thought with a frown.

  “It’s a good short-term motivation,” she said. “But in the long term, a zorel will do much more for you if you treat him or her with kindness and respect. Now come here, Yanus, and let me show you the proper way to use the reins when you’re guiding a zorel.”

  The head groom came forward willingly—he at least seemed to take some interest in what Elli was trying to teach them all.