17. Zarios

Chapter seventeen

I didn't know how we ended up here. Well, I did. It felt like an inevitability. My lust for her had been simmering just below the surface, waiting to break free. Our passive flirting had moved from an act to something we did without anyone else around.

At the time, I wasn't sure why I'd said it, but now, I realized it was because I needed this. I needed to touch her. I wouldn't last a whole night next to her without touching her. I needed to know she felt the same.

This was probably for the best anyway. There had obviously been something going on between us, and ignoring it was a distraction. Maybe getting it out of our system was what we needed.

But now that I had her, naked and sprawled out beneath me, I wasn't sure if I could let her go.

That was a problem for later.

She granted me permission, so I pulled on her underwear until the edges tore and the scraps fell from her body. Her gasp was so cute, I leaned down and covered it with a kiss.

When I pulled back, my eyes were drawn to the apex between her thighs. Her cunt was glistening, a small bit of hair right above a nub I was unfamiliar with.

I ran my finger over it, and she shivered. Interesting. This time, I allowed my finger to circle it, revealing a small bit of skin underneath. I touched it directly, and she moaned loudly, moving her hips to ride against my touch.

"What is this?" I asked, running my finger over it and circling it once again.

She sat up on her forearms to look at me. "What?"

I ran my finger over it again, and her head fell back. "This. What is it? Minotaur females don't have it."

"It's my clit," she said shyly.

"Clit," I repeated, circling. The way she leaned into my touch spurred me on. "It's very sensitive."

She didn't respond, too focused on her pleasure. Wanting to give her what she needed, I continued circling her, trying to use her cues to figure out what felt good.

Soon, my fingers snaked down towards her opening. She was dripping, her scent filling the room. I couldn't help it, I dipped my finger into her tight opening once and drew it to my lips, tasting her sweet, musky flavor.

Moons, it was delicious, and I needed more.

She gasped as I lifted her legs and held them apart, exposing her to me completely. I used one hand to spread her cunt wide between my fingers, just wanting to look at its perfection.

"Zarios," she moaned. "Please."

As much as I wanted to play with her, I craved her as much as she craved release. I brought my face down and ran my tongue along her pussy, tasting her fully. I licked from her entrance to her clit, swirling my tongue around it.

Her hands gripped my horns tightly, trying to move me where she needed me most. Touching a minotaur's horns was a fairly taboo thing outside of a relationship. No one I'd ever hooked up with even attempted it. I knew I could ask her to move her hands and she would, but I found I didn't want to.

I let her guide me, wanting to learn what she liked. She kept my tongue at her clit, and I continued rounding it before lapping a couple of strokes then starting the process over. She wriggled beneath me as I put two fingers to her opening and worked them in, stretching her around my digits. She was going to need a lot of stretching to fit my cock.

"I'm so close," she breathed, so I kept going, forcing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Princess," I said against her. "Give all your pleasure to me."

I sucked on her clit hard and felt her walls clench down on my fingers as wetness poured from her, coating my fingers.

Once she relaxed, I let go, pulling my fingers from her. My hand was coated in her slick, and I had the perfect use for it.

I pulled my cock out of my pants and used her cum to lube my cock, running my hand across it. Her eyes caught my movement, and she watched me with keen interest.

I'd never enjoyed having an audience, but something about this made the base of my spine tingle. Her tits bounced with her heavy breathing, and I reached a hand down to play with myself absentmindedly.

A slight whine left her lips, but she just continued to watch as I moved.

I let my touch roll the piercing under my tip, and she looked closer. "Is that…"

"A piercing?" I finished for her. "Yes."Her eyes blew wide. "Can I?" she asked, gesturing towards my cock.

"Please," I said roughly. I craved her touch, but I didn't want her to feel like she owed me anything. "If you want."

She took my cock from my hand, and I groaned at her touch. Her hand was soft and warm, so small against my cock. Her fingers couldn't touch all the way around. She gripped my ridge tightly, and I tensed. It was going to be embarrassing how quickly I was going to finish.

"There's one here too," she observed, pressing on the piercing along my ridge. I hissed, the feeling making my balls pull up slightly.

Sorcha sat up fully and put both her hands on me, playing with my tip and jerking her other hand over my ridge.

"Fuck, Princess. Your touch is magical." She was so pretty beneath me, looking up at me through her thick, dark lashes.

Her mouth fell open at my words, her blush somehow getting deeper. A few thrusts later, and my balls pulled up as I came, fast and hard .

It poured from my tip, covering her neck and tits. She continued to work my length through my orgasm, wringing out the last drop. That final shot hit her open mouth, falling right across her tongue. Watching that made me begin to harden all over again, especially when she closed her mouth and licked her lips.

Moons, this woman was going to be the death of me. I ran my finger though my cum covering her chest and brought it to her lips.

"Open," I commanded.

She did without thought, and I pressed into her mouth. She sucked on my finger, using her tongue as if it was my cock.

A groan erupted from my lips. "You're such a good girl," I said.

Her eyes shimmered at my words, and I loved seeing her like this.

I gave her a quick kiss that soon deepened with my need to taste myself on her tongue. When I pulled back, I put my cock away and told her I would be back before running to the bathroom and grabbing a wet cloth.

On my way back, I saw Kiaza coming quietly back up the stairs. She seemed startled when she saw me. "Hello, Grand Clarak," she said.

"Oh, hello," I said. "I thought you were headed to bed."

"I-I was," she stuttered. "I just decided to grab another drink before bed. Couldn't sleep."

I nodded. "Well, have a good night."

She quickly passed me and went to her room. That was odd, but I was too concerned with getting back to Sorcha to think too long about it.

When I returned, she was laid out across the bed, illuminated by the moonlight. She put her arm out for the cloth, but I pushed her away. "Let me."

She looked like she wanted to argue, but for once, she didn't. I wiped the cloth over her body, making sure she was totally clean before throwing it in the corner and laying down next to her.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

She rolled to face me, a smile touching her lips. "Very."

"Good."

She rolled over and slipped into sleep quickly. I allowed myself to lay close, wrapping myself around her. I told myself this couldn't continue. This was a one-time thing, it had to be. We had a job to do, and feelings could complicate everything.

Though, as I fell asleep with my face buried in her hair, something told me that wouldn't be as easy as I hoped.