Born

She stared up into his eyes, even as her hands roved over the thick bulge of his thigh muscles. “You are the first to ever think so.”

Dark hair swung back and forth as he shook his head. “No. Born men cannot be such great fools that they do not see your loveliness, body and soul.”

The excessive compliment, so unlike his sparse nature, pleased her even as heat crept up her cheeks.

“I think you are just enjoying my supplication.”

His eyes burned as he asked. “And what is it you would beg for?”

Since you asked… Licking her lips, she lowered her gaze to his cock.

His fingers tightened on the back of her head.

“Wash me there first. Like a baptism, clean me before you take me between your sweet lips.”

Using the last of the soap, she cupped his sac first—letting her thumb explore his stones. Soft and hard all at once. She weighed them in her palm, glancing up to judge his reaction. Though his lips didn’t move, his eyes begged for more.

Squeezing once again, she let her fingers crawl up either side of his groin without touching his throbbing flesh. The tip wept again, just as it had the first time she had touched him there.

“Allora,” he rasped, his big body starting to shake.

Giving in, she worked her soapy hands over him, starting at the base and smoothing her way up. His skin was like the softest velvet, covering the iron rod beneath. When she reached the crown she hesitated, not wanting to waste what his body had yielded for her. Her tongue darted out, licking it up and he shouted, hips bucking toward her. Scooping water in her palms, she cupped it over him, washing the soap away as he quaked.

Remembering what he had said about her begging, she blew her hot breath across his wet shaft and he made a sound suspiciously close to a whimper.

“Allora, please. Suck me into your sweet mouth, make me yours.”

His words sent a spike of desire through her and holding his gaze she used both hands to position his cock before taking him into her mouth.

Cormack shouted again, his hips bucking, forcing her to take more. He was huge, and her jaw stretched to an uncomfortable angle. Now what? She looked to him for direction.

“Use your tongue to stroke,” he directed, his chest heaving. She saw him still his hips, a muscle jumping in his jaw. “Your hands too.”

That she could do. Gripping him again she pulled back, letting her tongue flirt over the protruding vein.

When he had all but slipped from her lips she laved the crown, getting another taste of his essence.

“Yessss…” he hissed as she slid back down, farther this time. His fingers dug into the back of her skull but she didn’t mind, loving the feel of possession, of closeness as if this action wove the two of them together.

Seeing the absolute control she wielded over his body gave her a rush of power, unlike anything she had ever known. Like wielding her whip to command, except instead of fear of pain, he was hers by way of pleasure.

Cupping his stones again, she noted how they seemed even tighter than before, as if drawing up.

That was where his seed came from. She stroked them with her thumb, purring as he rocked to her motions.

Now getting used to the rhythm, her throat relaxed and she was able to taken him deeper still.

“Stop,” he groaned but Allora ignored him, wanting to feel his release, to swallow him, the same way he was consuming her. I don’t know where he ends and I begin. Stranger still, she didn’t care, wanted nothing but to please him, and herself as well.

“Allora!” His shout echoed off the walls as he came in her mouth so hard she was sure she would have gagged if she hadn’t been so excited that she swallowed everything he gave her.

Staggering back he splashed down in the water, drawing her up next to him.

She rested her head over his heart, reveling in the thundering tattoo, more content than she’d ever been before. And we’re only half done—he still has to wash me. She shivered in expectation.

“What the bleeding hell is going on here?”

She met Cormack’s startled gaze an instant before her happiness shattered and they both turned to face the overlord.

10

Cormack shoved Allora behind him, using his naked body to hide hers from the overlord’s condemning stare. Timing is everything.

“Task Mistress Allora, explain your actions, now!”

He felt Allora stiffen behind him, her iron will surfacing. “I owe you no explanations,” she paused before adding “Father.”

The overlord stared at Cormack with hatred blazing in his eyes. “Ungrateful slut, this is the thanks I get for taking you in, sheltering you all these years.

You spread your legs for a filthy Bred!”

Cormack lunged for the other man’s throat. “Do not speak of her that way!”

Before he could make contact pain erupted from somewhere deep inside his head. He tried to push past it, but it was no use. Groaning in agony, he crumpled to the ground, retching.  What the hell had happened?