Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Ew,” Ella gasps. “I’m not going to be sent from one place to another like… no. The people who don’t like us could kill us in three different places if they want to. I think we should build a castle and just be done with it.”
“A castle?”
“Yes. That’s what people used to do, and for good reason. Let’s live in a castle. You’ve got built-in defenses and you can station an army there, and you can have a whole world basically in there. Castles used to have vendors and blacksmiths, and soldiers and all sorts of people. Everyone who was necessary.”
Aiden initially asked the question with a sort of patient indulgence, but as Ella gives a short monologue about castles, I can see the wheels in his head starting to turn. It’s a good idea. Our original home was designed with that philosophy somewhat in mind, but we could really go all out if we wanted.
“What are you guys talking about?” Luke appears in the doorway, opening the door without asking. Rude little shit.
“Castles,” Aiden says.
“You don’t have to lie to me,” he says, offended. “Just say it’s private.”
“We’re actually talking about castles,” Ella says. I slide my arm around her, then down between her legs, cupping her sex. She falls silent as my fingers lightly squeeze her pussy. I use that grip to snug her back against my body.
She lets out a small moan. Aiden’s eyes snap to her in a moment, and Luke’s ears practically perk up. I let my middle finger slide along her underwear-clad slit and circle her clit lightly.
“Is there anything else?” I ask Aiden.
“No,” he says. “Not for the moment. We’ll leave you two alone.”
He gets up and practically ushers Luke out, shutting the door behind them. I like that they’re giving me some time alone with Ella. One of the benefits of everybody feeling guilty about everything is that I, being the one most shot at the current time, take priority.
I also take my time with Ella, slowly pleasuring her through her underwear, circling and stroking and teasing until she is arching her ass back against me, practically begging to be fucked. I am going to have to disappoint her on that score.
“I cannot exert myself,” I tell her. “But I can make you come.”
I slide under her panties and my fingertips dance over her clit, slide down her soaking slit, and push inside her waiting body. The tight grip of her pussy around two of my thick digits is enough to make my cock so hard it hurts. This is going to be painful for me, but I will enjoy it nevertheless.
The first orgasm is not difficult to tease out of her. She is already so wound up, so desperate for release. The erotic energy draws some of the stress and strangeness of the last twenty-four hours from her. This manipulation of her body is a way to suck some of the metaphysical poison out and reclaim her for myself.
I decide to make that metaphor a more physical effort. Sliding my fingers from her still pulsing sex, I lock eyes with her.
“Kneel over my face,” I order.
She does as she is told, because in this erotic haze she is as submissive as anybody could be. I clasp her hip with one hand. I draw her down to my mouth. I begin to feast.
On and on it goes, orgasm after orgasm. She braces her hands against the wall above me and she dances her pussy over my tongue. From time to time she moves out of range, but a quick slap to her ass brings her back down where I want her.
For the next hour, she writhes, panting, begging for mercy that I will not show her. I want to see her climax again. I want to feel her wriggle and buck, and I want to see pleasure written across her face, pleasure so intense it verges on pain and becomes something uncontrollably transcendent.
I eventually show her a small mercy and allow her to lie back down, but the plundering of her pussy is by no means over. I return to my original instruments, my agile and merciless fingers.
Ella gives me all of that, and more. She whispers my name, then screams it. She arches her back and grinds her pussy against my fingers, and when I wring another orgasm from her, she pulls away only to come right back because she wants this as badly as I want to give it to her.
“My god,” she says, panting. “I am so glad Luke didn’t kill you.”
Then she falls asleep with my fingers still betwixt her thighs, her juices warm, her thighs softening as she releases all the tension I have repeatedly built.
I fall asleep beside her, cuddling her all night long, and feeling a kind of contentment I always imagined I was far too terrible a creature to ever experience.