32. Sorcha

Chapter thirty-two

We checked to make sure Damyr was safely locked away before going back to our rooms. Naram went to a pub, and I offered for Zarios to go with him, but he shook his head and told me they needed to process in their own ways.

When we got to his room, we didn't say much, just showering together before drying off and crawling into bed. We were both naked, just savoring the touch of each other.

"Thank you," he whispered. "I couldn't have done any of this without you."

I caressed his face, and he leaned into his touch. "I'm sorry about Damyr."

He brought my hand forward, dropping a kiss to my palm. "It's over now," he said. "He made his choice."

I nodded, staring into his eyes, the eyes I'd learned to read perfectly over the weeks. The eyes that made me feel worthy. "What now?" I whispered.

He kept my gaze, understanding the question. "When this started, I only wished to save my kingdom."

"And now?" I asked with bated breath .

"I would have given it all up if things went sideways. Now, I selfishly wish for both, you and my kingdom. If you feel the same."

I could feel my eyes well. Over the tour, my feelings had shifted. I went into this only wanting a knightship, but as time went on, I realized I wanted more. I wanted Zarios too. I guess that made me selfish as well. "I wished to be a knight, and I still do. I won't be satisfied with just being someone's wife."

He kissed me softly. "If you were, you wouldn't be the woman I fell in love with."

My tears fell freely. "We will figure it out," he continued. "I will do whatever I can to make you happy for all your days. Please, stay."

I smiled, and he wiped my tears. "I will. And I love you too."

This kiss felt final, as if all the pieces of my life were finally falling into place. I felt worthy of my place more than I ever had, and Zarios helped me realize I was all along.

He flipped me on top of him, grabbing my ass and grinding my cunt against his hard cock. I moaned into his mouth, drenched from the feel.

He guided his length inside of me, drawing me down on top of him. I stretched around him, my wetness allowing him to ease in.

His ridge popped in, and the rest of him slid into me until he was seated fully. His hands caressed my thighs as he looked up at me as if I hung the moons in the sky. "Remember your safe word?" he asked .

"Turnip," I recited easily.

"Good girl."

He lifted me and set me back down on his cock with ease. I leaned forward, my hands resting on his chest. I bounced on his cock, savoring the full feeling of him completely inside me. I was sure his cock could be seen through my middle with his size.

He used me, fucked me how he wanted. He would pick up the tempo, slamming into me hard, pulling his ridge in and out of me before slowing down and rotating his hips in the most delicious way.

I drew my tongue to his nipple, unable to sate my curiosity.

I felt his cock twitch, and he groaned under me. I did it again, pulling at it with my teeth.

"Fuck, Princess," he moaned out. I continued playing with him, moving to the other, giving it the same treatment. Seeing him writhe underneath me was satisfying.

He flipped us quickly, bouncing me to the bed and pulling his cock from me as I whined. "Keep doing that, and this will end quicker than I intend."

Zarios worked his way down my body, playing with my nipples, licking every part of me, making me feel alive.

The room was cool, but between the two of us, it felt like a balmy summer day. He pushed my thighs up and stroked my clit with his tongue. "Moons, your tongue," I cursed.

"I'm glad I can please you. I could spend days between your thighs, and it would never be enough."

"Moons, Zarios!" His words brought my orgasm on quickly. Wetness gushed from me, and he licked up every drop, as if he couldn't get enough of my taste.

He kissed down each of my thighs, and I twitched, the sensation sending aftershocks to my pussy.

He easily lined up and drove back into me, filling me in one, quick motion, the piercing on his cock rubbing me in the perfect spot.

His hand snaked down from between my breasts to my lower belly. "You're going to look so hot round with my young," he said. "Everyone will know you're mine."

"Yes," I cried. "Come in me. Claim me."

His hips stuttered as he came deep inside of me. I could feel the warmth pool in my lower belly, and pretending I could be pregnant did give me a rush.

He circled my clit slowly. "I want to feel you come around my cock once more."

I was sensitive, and his slow, gentle circles were exactly what I needed. I ground against him, his half-hard cock hitting me inside. "A bit more," I moaned.

He picked up his pace the smallest amount, and I was coming. It wasn't as intense as the one earlier. No, this one was sweet and pleasant, filling me with a comforting warmth I wished to bask in forever.

Once it subsided, he pulled out and got a washcloth to clean us up. Before he did, he scooped up some of the cum leaking from me and pushed it back in as I let out a small whine.

"I love seeing me inside of you," he confessed before wiping what was left away .

"I kinda love it too." Knowing he painted my insides, made me feel alive, did things to me.

We rolled until he was wrapped around me, my back facing his front. As I drifted off, I felt a bit of cum trickle from me but decided to leave it.

I woke the next morning still wrapped in my fiancée. My real fiancé. He was so soft, he felt like the best bedding. I rubbed up and down his chest, my fingers running through his fur. He stirred slightly but stayed mostly asleep. His ear twitched, and I giggled.

His hard length rested against my leg, and I ground my thigh against it.

"Don't stop," he grumbled, still half-asleep.

I took that as permission and snaked down his body under the blankets. His thick cock sat there, hard and red. I licked it once all the way up, playing with the piercing before going to the top and swirling my tongue around it.

I could hear his muffled groans through the blankets as I pushed my hair behind my ears and took him as far as I could in one motion. He was stuffed down my throat, and I swallowed around him, spending my time tasting him how I wanted.

Suddenly, the covers were thrown up, and I was being moved. When I landed, I was set on his chest, face down, my ass in the air in front of him. "Can't let you have all the fun," he said before licking my asshole.

I took him further down, grinding back against his face. He continued licking until I was soft enough for his tongue to go inside.

It was a feeling I wasn't used to and hadn't experienced, but one I thought I liked. He reached down, gripping my hair and fucking up into me. "Hit me if it's too much," he said before quickly forcing me down.

I let him do what he wanted, sticking my tongue out and letting saliva drip down as he fucked my face hard. Tears stung my eyes, and I coughed for air every time he pulled out.

He continued fucking into me and moved his fingers to my clit, circling it as he shoved his cock down my throat, holding it there. The lack of air mixed with the feeling sent me soaring. I moaned around his huge cock, and he lifted me just as my vision was beginning to darken at the edges. I gasped in giant breaths as my orgasm tore through me.

He shoved me off him and thrusted into my pussy from behind in one brutal movement. He only jerked a few times before he was spilling into me.

We collapsed together. "I can't wait to spend every morning like this."

He kissed my nose. "Me either."