Heirot

Tenara smoothed her hand over the top of Havitharon’s head, before gliding her fingers up to the tip of his damaged horn. She touched the pendant at her breast, wanting to say something to him, but words were lost on her. She didn’t want to make more trouble than she already had. “Tomorrow we will sh ...

Tenara smiled. “That’s my good Ivis…” Truth be told, she cared very little how much Laurius got batted around. She hadn’t—wouldn’t—forgive him for not warning them Arken was on their doorstep. Even the thought of it brought back a rush of memories from his dining room that sent her body white-hot wit ...

Tenara snuggled closer. “It’s fine,” she said, and it was the truth. Her body felt fine, aching in the way she wanted it to. It was her mind she wasn’t sure about, but that wasn’t something she wanted to admit to him. She finally gathered herself enough to look at him, brushing fingers down his cheek ...

Tenara clenched her eyes and held on as he drove into her. He was large, and so it was not hard for him to strike a place deep inside her that sent a tangle of sensations both wonderful and warning. Each hit drove a sharp cry from her. Her body had the instinct to want to evade, but she ground down ...

"So it is punishment," she murmured against his lips. She rolled her hips over him, but the look of pleasure on her face seemed to knot with confusion, then frustration. It felt wonderful but it wasn't... what she needed—what she seemed to crave—and she couldn’t ask him for it. She felt a flood of sh ...

Tenara did as he said, but with great effort. Her body begged for more, but she wasn't ready for it to end. She wanted the imprint of him on her body and soul. She rocked slow and soft, focusing on exploring his skin with her mouth. Her hands swept through his hair and curled around his horns and ...

As she kissed him, she took hold of his hands and guided them to her hips and waist, feeling his long fingers curl around her slender, smaller form. She began to rock over him, slow and sultry, feeling the sweet sensation of him sliding out and driving deep. She thought she felt the ring too, and ...

Tenara twisted on the bed, drawing her legs up and crawling towards him. She knelt near him, admiring the adornment he wore. She traced her slick finger around the ring, then down the length of him. Her heart thundered in her chest. How could she explain what she wanted without… without speaking w ...

She met his eyes, and nodded. She brushed him lightly for a minute before she drew her hand slowly back. She curled her fingers in the edge of his shirt and drew it up to her belly, parting her legs slightly. Her other hand skimmed the inside of her thighs, brushed lightly against the softness ...

Tenara nodded slowly, her gaze locked on the silver circling his gray skin. She reached out and brushed the tips of her fingers across the head of his cock to the ring, tracing it. “Is this where it goes?” she murmured, her voice heavy in her chest. “Does it feel nice?”

Tenara’s pulse had quickened and she shifted slightly against the bed as she watched him. He was beautiful, she thought. His gray skin, and blueish hair. She watched him place the silver ring against the head of his cock and her breath stilled. “If it doesn’t feel good, don’t,” she said, not wanting ...

“Oh,” she said, biting her lip and glancing down at the ring. Of course he hadn’t any experience with it. His first experience with sex had been on her bathroom floor. Her cheeks turned absolutely crimson. “I don’t suppose… Would you show me how it works?” Her heart raced a bit faster, wishing she co ...

Tenara cocked her head at the words regarding punishment, arching a brow. She saw the coy playfulness on his face, and glanced back at the object. She was still wearing his borrowed clothes, which hung comically large on her. The tunic was as long as a knee-length dress, and the silver ring sat in ...

Tenara blinked at him, innocent confusion knotting her brow. She was experienced in sex, but had never experimented beyond the base needs, so it took her a moment to parse his words or why he was laughing as he was. Then her eyes widened. "Oh," she said, and dropped the silver ring into her lap like ...

Tenara frowned, pondering the object. She had access to so few things to use if he went into rut, and she didn't want to be left with an option that would be painful or wound him in a way that would never heal. "If it fit on your wrist, it could be your mark." She took the ring and placed it near ...