Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“Well, of course, my dear—though I must say, I’m a bit surprised at you turning down oral appreciation from your man,” the Sorceress says, lifting her eyebrows delicately.
“Oh, it’s just that…that we don’t do such things in my land,” Irena says, clearly flustered.
“Oh, of course you don’t—that’s not what surprises me,” the Sorceress says, sipping from her wine goblet.
I frown at her.
“Why are you surprised, then?”
“Why, because I know that the magical bath plants leave a honey on the skin which must be cleaned away by a male’s tongue,” the Sorceress replies, as if discussing the weather. “It doesn’t seem to bother my husbands when they allow the plants to suck them, but for myself, until I let them lick away the honey from my breasts and between my thighs, I can get no relief from the desire the honey causes.”
I watch as Irena shifts in her seat, her thighs rubbing together under the table. I’m aching to fall to my own knees and taste her. I know she’s still sore…still swollen. Still slick with the floral honey that won’t stop torturing her until it’s licked away. My Drake is begging me to do it. To take her, right here, and make her cry out.
But I know what she’ll say. She wants it—I can smell that much—but she’s still shackled by years of propriety. Her body knows the truth about what she needs, but her mind won’t let her admit it.
“It causes tenderness and swelling too,” the Sorceress continues. “Most uncomfortable if you let it linger on your skin.”
“But…can’t you wash it away with water?” Irena asks, almost desperately.
“I’m afraid not. It’s magical, you know. And it takes the magic of desire—the desire of a male for his mate—to break it,” the Sorceress says serenely. “But you must have let your man suck and lick you earlier, or you wouldn’t be refusing the pleasure of his tongue now.”
Irena opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. So I speak for her.
“Indeed,” I say. “I spent the last half hour in our room sucking my lady’s nipples and licking out her soft little pussy before we came down for dinner.”
Irena nearly chokes. Her cheeks burn crimson—but she doesn’t deny it.
The Sorceress gives a sly smile.
“I see—of course you did, Master Drake. And perhaps you may need to again, since the flowers’ honey sometimes takes several sessions of oral pleasure to remove.”
She reaches between her thighs and strokes Horatio’s head absently.
“Which is one reason I need three husbands—it’s too difficult for one to keep up with me.”
She gives Irena a knowing smile.
“Go and have a good night’s rest, my dear. I’ll see you in the morning for your training.”
I stand and offer my hand to Irena.
She takes it. Her fingers are shaking, but she doesn’t let go.
Not even once we’re out of the Sorceress’s sight.
And gods help me…I don’t want to let her go either. I hope she’ll let me help her tonight—otherwise she’s going to be in a world of hurt long before morning.
55
IRENA
I can’t believe this is happening—can’t believe that the honey the magic flowers left on me is causing this strange reaction. All through dinner, my nipples and pussy have felt progressively more swollen and sensitive. I was able to forget about my physical discomfort for a little while, when I was meeting Valen’s Drake, but now the sensations are back in full force and I swear, it’s getting to be almost more than I can bear.
But I can’t ask Valen to “help” me with this problem—not when helping means licking—especially down there.
We don’t talk about sex much in my kingdom—it’s considered a private matter, between a man and his wife. But I do know that a man isn’t supposed to put his mouth anywhere near a woman’s forbidden places. I’ve overheard some men of the Court saying that the Head Healer told them it’s not just bad for a man’s health—it’s morally wrong and repugnant. Women are considered unclean in their forbidden areas, so why would any man want to put his mouth there?
Yet, Valen has told me several times he wants to do that—wants to taste me. And the Sorceress seems to have no problem with it either—she seems to take the oral pleasure she receives from her three husbands as her due. Could I ever learn to feel that way?
I just don’t know, but I’m certainly not feeling that way tonight. I feel anxious and upset, but at the same time my body is letting me know that something has to be done soon. I’m becoming so sensitive that I can barely stand the brush of the soft lace from my gown against my tight points. And just the act of walking, with my thighs rubbing together, is sending spikes of intensely uncomfortable sensations through my nether regions.