Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 162269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 541(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 541(@300wpm)
“No,” Kyril answered.
“This is good,” Jorie stated, crossing his arms on his chest. “For I would wish I had taken my legs far more often if they were.”
“Do you not have a special someone, brother?” Silence asked.
“I have one who is new who has all my attention, little sister,” he replied, then hooked her about the neck and yanked her to his side. “And she is right here.”
“I think I might love him,” I muttered.
“Aramus is quite lucky that he is all he is, or I would not wish to be Queen of the Seas, but Queen of the Mer,” Ha-Lah replied.
We giggled again.
Elena flopped on her back in the turf and demanded of the skies, “It must be time for biscuits and tea!”
Aelia flopped on top of her, making Ellie emit an “oof” noise, at the same time crying, “It is! Let’s take them in that room that used to be all black and gray and sad but now is all yellow and gay and happy!”
“Let us do that, my little red princess,” Elena agreed.
Aelia hopped up, shouting, “I want the biscuits with the chocolate on top!”
“I’m going to have lemon ones,” Dora said, coming to help Aelia pull Elena up, each girl having a hand.
“Ooo…I want a lemon one too,” Aelia declared.
“I’d take redhead, if True and I weren’t destined to have a daughter who was dark,” I muttered.
“And I’d take a blonde, if Aramus and I had any earthly hope of such a thing,” Ha-Lah replied in her own mutter.
We again looked at each other.
And smiled.
Princess Serena
Guest Bedchamber, Sky Citadel, Sky Bay
AIREN
“I am sweaty, and have smudges of dirt all over me,” she declared. “I shall change and meet my sister and her girls for—”
She didn’t finish that for she found herself pressed against black stone and had Chu growling in her ear.
“Hands to the wall.”
Her pussy pulsed.
“Chu—”
“Hands to the wall, little mouse.”
They had not played since they’d reunited.
Oh, how she had missed this.
Serena placed suddenly trembling hands to the wall.
Other parts of her were trembling after he pulled up her tunic and then ripped her body stocking in two at the crotch.
“Chu,” she said, this time in a moan.
“Speak only when spoken to,” he ordered in her ear, driving two fingers up her cunt.
She went up on her toes and her eyes rolled back into her head.
He fucked her like that and then slid his fingers out, gliding them to her clit and rolling.
Her head fell back.
“Rub yourself against me,” he commanded.
She did as told.
“Did you miss this?” he asked.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I only touch you.”
“Wh-what?”
“It would not be sexual, what you requested earlier, but I only touch you.”
“I—”
He thrust his fingers inside her and her eyes drifted closed.
“Fuck yourself,” he demanded.
Serena did.
“It is of my people,” he continued. “It is respect, to your chosen one. In my land, a man does not only give his heart. He gives all of himself. Unless it is a daughter, a mother, a sister, one of direct blood, his fingers never even brush another woman’s skin. There are regions where a man will not even raise his eyes to another woman once he has bound himself to the one he loves.”
Listening to his words, having him inside her, she started fucking herself faster on his fingers.
“I touch no one but you,” he growled into her ear.
“Al-all right.”
“And the daughters we will make.”
She shuddered.
He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock, fucking her against the black Airenzian stone, finger at her clit, face in her neck, his breath heavy and hot against her skin.
This he did until she climaxed for him, and then he did the same in return.
He was fucking her gently, his arm about her belly now, but his mouth was still at her neck.
“We will have only daughters. You can magick this, yes?”
He wanted to make babies with her.
And knowing that, she wanted to make babies with him.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then you will give me daughters.”
But I want a son who looks like you.
The thought entered her mind unbidden, and even if it astonished her, the having of it instantly made it a yearning.
“If we should have a son, we will teach him to love his brother, like your brother loved you, and you loved him,” she said.
He slid out, turned her to face him, then pressed her to the wall with his body, his face close to hers.
“If we had a son, he would have claim to my brother’s throne. We will have no son, Serena.”
“We would teach him—”
“You are Nadirii, you wish a boy?” he asked.
I want a boy just like you, she thought.
“I want you to have what you want,” she said.
“Then give me girls with copper hair and freckles.”
“I can magic the sex,” she muttered. “The rest is up to the goddess.”
His eyes smiled. “Then I shall pray to my gods for copper hair and freckles.” And with that, he kissed her quickly, then moved away, heading toward the door, tucking himself in his trousers as he murmured, “Clean up and go have tea and biscuits with your sister. I will see you here again as we ready ourselves for dinner.”