“Do you think to command me, songbird?”
Her tongue swept over her kiss-bruised lips, and she grinned up at him. “Just showing that this mastery can go both ways.”
A dark chuckle left him. “Do you think so? Hmm… Perhaps we should find out just who masters whom then.”
His hand on her neck tightening slightly, he pulled her away from the wall, his other hand cupping her ass and supporting her weight as he carried her over to the fur-covered pallet. He dropped down onto it, his knees coming up under her thighs so that he sank further into her, his cock forcing its way deeper into her narrow passage with a stretching, overfull sensation that bordered on painful, soothed by the erotic slide of his hetier working her pussy. Yet that pain sent a deeper, more exquisite hunger through her, matched by another tremor as he tipped her back so that his fangs scored her chest, stinging as her skin parted just enough to cause droplets of blood to well up only to be lapped up by his tongue.
The two pleasure-pains forged together within her blood in a bright streak of need that burned within her, and she dropped her hips, pressing him deeper far faster than he had dared. She trembled even as she embraced and owned the sensation as she clasped Ashul tightly against her, and his body quaked with the low, guttural words that he whispered in a raw voice between them. Locking her legs behind his ass so that he could not retreat, she began to rock on him, dropping a little harder and deeper with every thrust until the thicker part of his cock brushed against her folds tantalizingly. Robyn pulled his leash tighter until it was taut between them, magically anchoring them together, pinning him in place as she took her pleasure and gave him his.
He lifted his head slowly, his eyes glowing brighter for a moment before closing in an expression of ecstasy. His jaw worked as if struggling for control, but then a hard smile curved his mouth as his eyes snapped back open with a look of dark possession and passion that made her pussy clench around him in response.
The claws grazing her ass pricked a little harder, and then he was tipping her backward, dropping her fully against the furs, his body covering hers. He drew his hips back, nearly sliding his cock free from her before ramming home, his swollen base that had brushed her folds barreling in and pressing deep as it stretched her even wider than before. A hetier slapped against her clit as he began to thrust, another burrowing into her pussy alongside his cock. Like the first, it widened and writhed deep within her even as his cock dragged back and slammed forward again with his every thrust.
The bulbous half of his cock felt hotter as he drove in and out of her. She arched, her hand clasping tightly to the back of his neck as she met him thrust for thrust, driving their rhythm faster. Her thighs quivered and belly clenched as she rode through one orgasm and then another, each one sending a deeper heat coiling through her as it seemed to make his cock swell even larger within her.
Ashul hissed against her ear and broke free, her nails scoring his neck and back as his cock and hetier ripped from her body, leaving a deep emptiness within her that made her cry out with desperation. His hand gripped her hips hard, and he flipped her so that she was belly down against the fur. Robyn wiggled at the friction, needing more. She cried out as her hips were suddenly yanked up into the air, leaving only her chest flat against the soft fur, her nipples scraping along it erotically as he realigned them.
The press of his cock sent a surge of relief through her, this new angle stroking deeper as the small “thorns” on the bottom of his shaft rubbed against her front wall in a way that made light explode behind her eyes as another orgasm ripped through her after just a few hard thrusts. His body now covering hers, Ashul’s chest vibrated against her back with his pleased growl as his grip tightened on her possessively. One hand held her pinned to the pallet behind her neck while the other arm held her around the hips, keeping her steady as he increased his pace, his hetier diving back in place, the third whipping against her clit as he thrusted into her.
Her whimpers and gasps mingled with his grunts and growls as he rutted her, his cock driving, fast, hard, and deep, and still she wanted more. She clawed at the furs beneath her, his sack slapping against her clit, driving her need higher until she shrieked with frustration at her inability to find her own release.
Ashul’s tongue dragged along her throat, and she tipped her head, giving him better access as she moaned. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. Once. Twice. Then they scraped with a stinging pressure, slicing as they parted the skin in a shallow wound beneath them so that her blood dripped freely, feeding his frenzy as he lapped at it and rutted harder and more desperately.
Robyn cried out at the raw pleasure building inside her as the base of his cock swelled further, his hetier whipping and writhing in response inside her and over her clit until desperate tears started to leak from her eyes as her climax built higher and higher. His tongue slid over her neck one last time, and his hips snapped forward, burying his cock so deep that she cried out ecstatically. There was a deep, pricking pressure within her as his hetier seemed to unfurl to their maximum length, no longer writhing but pressing against the inner walls of her pussy and cervix. He growled as his cock jerked and his warm essence exploded out of him, sending waves of pleasure from where it hit, coating the mouth of her womb.
The combination of the tingling spray of his essence as he continued to grind against her, his fingers dropping down to squeeze her clit in time with them, made her climax, her pussy clenching and sucking around him rhythmically as she sent her magic deep into him, tugging the force of his own essence hard to coax his true orgasm. Another release left him, this one thicker and warmer as he bellowed, his voice mingling with her own cries.
His lips immediately dropped to her pulse and caressed it sweetly as he eased them onto their side, his hips moving gently so that her pleasure descended around her from its peak in a warm bath of energy. She shifted against him, but he stilled her with one hand.
“Not just yet,” he rasped, his head tucked down near hers so that his breath teased her ear, his lips teasing the lobe sweetly. “Stay like this for just a moment until the hetier release you.”
She stilled at his words and glanced at him worriedly over her shoulder. “They aren’t doing anything that will harm me, right?”
She stupidly hadn’t even considered the possibility when she saw his very inhuman anatomy. Thankfully, he chuckled and shook his head where it was pressed against hers.
“Not at all. It is just part of how drow breed, though I admit I never had the satisfaction. Our females tend to control whether they will allow us to anchor so that our hetier can attach. That way they do not have to suffer with being joined such as we are.” Another soft chuckle left him, and his nose brushed her ear. “So, tell me, songbird, who was the master?”
She laughed. “I’m pretty sure it was a draw. In the end, you were still mine.”
His mouth pressed against her shoulder, and she felt his smile against her skin briefly before he angled his head away to speak.
“I believe you are correct,” he murmured, surprise coloring his voice amid the deep satisfaction.
Robyn grinned against the fur as he pulled an enormous pelt over them before wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, the weight and heat of his arms bringing a foreign feeling of comfort. When his cock and hetier withdrew many minutes later, she felt a twinge of sadness at their departure. She was certain that he would withdraw then, but instead he snuggled closer, kissing her neck before he resettled comfortably behind her. It felt so perfect.
Too perfect. She could easily lose her heart to him, and that could only be a disaster for whatever she had left of her heart when their time to part came. Snuggling into his embrace, she pushed away all thoughts of the future. The weight of their presence was not so easy to dismiss and hovered like specters over them as she drifted off to sleep.
ChapterFourteen
Robyn stirred at the touch of a hand sliding down her side. It was a small, coaxing touch, and yet it drew her enough from her sleep that she became aware of the scent of cooking fish. Yawning, she pushed her hair out of her face and sat up to blink over at the elf crouched beside the pallet. His eyes glittered with a tender warmth that she had only caught brief glimpses of before as he sat next to her and set the plate that he held onto the bedding in front of him.
Smothering another yawn, she tucked her legs under her and turned her attention down to the seared fish, the aroma making her stomach rumble eagerly. The soft cracking sound of Deroxas chewing on yet another nut told her that the squirrel had emerged from wherever he had hidden himself when they first arrived.
“What is this?”
Ashul’s eyes turned toward the plate with a look of satisfaction. “It seems that our guests anticipated our needs and saw to it that fish was left in a bespelled cold basket for us to find.”
She breathed in the delicious scent of the cooked fish but raised an eyebrow at the male beside her. “They knew that we were traveling this way? How? There were several routes through the forest we could have taken.”