Alienor’s face is more arresting than any portrait, with eager brown eyes that shine with want. Her lips are parted, swollen, and panting. Panting for me to stop admiring and give her pleasure.
My nostrils flare. How could I have ever wanted her dead?
“Hurry,” she whines.
Magic thrums beneath my veins, urging me to take what’s on offer, to consume her until she’s a trembling heap. I move off the bed and hold my muscles rigid. Alienor deserves unhurried pleasure, not a frenzy.
“It has been over eight hundred years since I could touch a woman I desired,” I say. “Let me bask in your beauty.”
Her breasts bounce with her sigh. They’re full and round, tipped with nipples the color of red wine.
My mouth salivates for a taste.
“You have the most beautiful tits.” I slide my hand over her breast, and she arches into my touch. As I roll her thick nipple between my thumb and forefinger, she moans.
The sound crumbles a layer of resistance. It’s too much for a man to bear. I lean over Alienor’s side, careful to keep my cock away from her slick pussy, and suck her nipple into my mouth.
Her sweet cry fills my ear, and she grabs hold of me and digs her blunt nails into my shoulder. Bucking her hips, she pushes into my leg until she covers my hide with her fluids.
I am so close to the heaven I deserve that my balls ache with desperate need. Ignoring it, I flick my tongue up and down that nipple and make her moan.
“So responsive,” I murmur around my mouthful. “But at this rate, I’ll shoot a load even more copious than the one that flooded the garden.”
“Are you going to eat my pussy?” she asks through ragged breaths.
I release her nipple and growl, “You are utterly delectable. Now, spread those pretty thighs like a good girl, so your king may gaze upon that lovely, wet cunt.”
Alienor whimpers, her legs falling open.
“Wider,” I rasp.
She complies.
My chest makes a satisfied rumble.
“Bring your knees up to your chest and keep them spread wide. I will tolerate no interruptions to my feast.”
Alienor lifts her legs and holds them into place until they tremble with need.
Blood roars through my ears, telling me to claim, to devour, to take what’s on offer until there’s nothing left for any other man. I clench my fists, urging myself to stay in control. This is not my wife, but an innocent maiden who deserves my love.
“That’s my very good girl,” I say, my lips curling into a smile. “Now, spread that cunt wide open for me. I want to see what I’m about to eat.”
She moans.
“Do it,” I say, my voice deepening, “Or you will have no tongue.”
She slips her fingers between her slick folds and pulls them apart, exposing her little pink opening. The muscles tighten and relax in time with her rapid breaths, and I imagine them strangling my cock.
My heart beats so hard that I feel its vibrations in the marrow of my bones. Breaking my body apart and reforming it in the magic of the ash tree has restored everything I sacrificed to the Barghest.
I cannot dwell on such thoughts. Not with Alienor so ready and wet for my tongue.
“That’s it. You’re glistening wet. Now, slide your fingers inside that tight cunt.”
Alienor’s slender fingers disappear into her opening. She works them back and forth until I’m the one who’s groaning.
I breathe hard, trying to force back the surge of arousal, but every instinct drives me close to my prize.