Chapter 5

Roxanna

I knew I was not thinking straight, but I didn't care.

I should be thinking of ways to escape; to avoid Varkaan's displeasure, his punishment…but all I could focus on was the size of that cock, only inches from my mouth, and how badly I wanted to taste it.

My breathing slowed as I turned my head so I could rub my cheek along his hardness. Some part of me wanted to grasp it, to slap it across my face. To stroke it, jerk it, until he spilled his seed across my forehead and mouth and hair.

God Almighty, just the thought of such perversion made me whimper with need. On my knees like a whore, I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between them. I wanted to pull up my chemise and press my fingers into my weeping core.

"Good girl." Varkaan's voice had gone hoarse, and his hand fell to the back of my head again. He wasn't holding me against him, but he didn't have to. "Gods below, ye're such a good girl. Ye're sorry ye ran?"

"I am sorry," I managed again, the movement of my lips catching his cock, making it jerk, even beneath his kilt. Unbidden, my hands went to his knees, holding onto him. "I was naughty."

I was naughty. Because at that moment, I was remembering the description of The Supplicant Swan in the Harlot's Guide :

On her knees, as if in prayer, the woman bobs her head, the movement akin to a swan. She takes her lover's member into her mouth, as deep as she can, albeit if he is well-endowed that might not be very far, and uses her tongue and hands to make him ready .

More than anything else, in that moment, I wanted to try.

My hands rose, sliding up Varkaan's legs. I felt him shudder as my fingers reached his thighs and moved toward their junction.

Then, in one movement, I flipped up his kilt as I closed one set of fingers around his thickness.

God's Wounds , he was huge.

My mouth watered and I swayed toward him, his musk already thick in my nostrils. I was no virgin, but Varkaan was bigger than any male I had seen. His pale green cock was so thick I couldn't reach all the way around.

And it was ridged.

Aye .

"Roxanna," he growled, but I did not stop to learn if it was a warning or a plea.

I swayed forward again, my mouth opening in anticipation.

When my lips closed around him, a burst of something spicy-sweet coated my tongue, and he groaned long and low.

His cock was too big for me to get very far into my mouth, but Varkaan didn't seem to mind. I spread my saliva along it with my fingers and palms, alternately cupping his ballocks and stroking his shaft as my tongue explored the tip of his cock.

The flavor of his skin was just delightful, and it made me insatiable. I kept stretching my mouth, trying to fit more more more , even as my core throbbed in time. His fingers spread across the back of my head, but he didn't push me deeper, although he could have easily fooked my face .

The realization aroused me even more.

Finally, I could wait no longer and I pulled one hand away from his cock to scramble for the hem of my chemise. I pulled it from under my knees, shifting until I could spread my legs and cup my mound.

I was so wet I whimpered.

Varkaan's hold on me tightened. "That's it, my wee firebrand. Stroke yerself," he commanded. "Gods below, do ye have any idea how fooking perfect ye look right now?"

I did not. I imagined ‘twas just his way of telling me I was doing a good job, but I knew that from the hitch in his voice.

My two fingers slid into my core and I curled them forward, desperate to reach that rough spot behind my clitoris which drove me wild. They weren't quite long enough, and I whimpered in desperation.

" Fook , Roxanna, fook," he growled, and Varkaan's hips bucked under my mouth. "Ye need to stop."

But he didn't pull away, and I didn't want to. Instead, I hummed and thrust his cock further into my mouth as I jerked him with my hand.

He sucked in a deep breath. "Lass, ye've learned yer lesson. I'm going to—"

I did not care what he planned to do. I planned to make him come. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took him deep within my throat. That was when I felt his ballocks spasming, and I knew he was about to fill me with his seed.

But his fingers grabbed my hair, pulling my head back and away. "Roxanna—" he gasped as my mouth pulled from his cock and I slid my tongue along his head one last time.

That did it.

With a growl of surrender, Varkaan came, shooting his spicy-sweet seed across my cheek. I was still holding his cock, so I stroked him once and pressed my lips to its underside, and his second spurt went into my hair,

I caught his third spurt between my lips.

By this point he had pressed my head into his pelvis, his hips bucking helplessly against my face, and I was grinning proudly.

Aye, I was a good girl, was I not?

‘Twas as if time stood still.

Not a sound from the wilderness around us, and the distant waterfall was a muted roar. Or mayhap ‘twas my blood, pounding in my temples.

I balanced on my knees, my face grinding against his crotch, as he held me in place and his breathing slowed .

Finally, Varkaan tugged gently at my hair, tipping my head back to look up at him. The expression on his face…well, I might call it dazed , except ‘twas too shallow a word to describe how he looked.

He looked at me as if the sun had just come out from behind a forty-day raincloud. He looked at me as if I claimed to have all the answers to the universe's questions but refused to share them.

He looked at me as if I was special .

Unable to help myself, I swiped my tongue over my upper lip, claiming some of his thick seed, pulling it into my mouth where it belonged.

The movement seemed to snap him from his daze, and in one graceful motion, Varkaan dropped to his knees in front of me. I twitched away, and it was that moment I realized my fingers were still deep inside my core.

He noticed.

Varkaan's chest heaved with the force of his breaths. He reached down slowly and wrapped his fingers around my wrist.

When he gently pulled my hand from my cunny, my hips jerked forward of their own volition.

Still holding my gaze, he lifted my hand to his mouth…and closed his lips around the two fingers I ha d just had inside me.

His tongue was ridged, like his cock, and I shuddered to feel it sliding across the webbing between my fingers. My other fingers splayed across his lips, bracketing those tusks, which should remind me of how beastly he was…

But in that moment, Varkaan was anything but beastly.

Something in the depths of his eyes flashed. The normal darkness now contained a speck of green, but when I swayed closer, I lost it.

"Varkaan," I breathed, uncertain what I was asking.

He knew, though.

In one movement, he pulled my fingers from his mouth, wrapped his hands around my waist, and fell sideways, catching me as he went. He rolled to his back and settled me atop him. I didn't understand what he wanted until he pulled me up his chest, wrestling with my chemise.

I managed to free us both from the billowing linen by yanking it over my head and tossing it away as he settled me on my knees right over his mouth.

I had not expected this.

I definitely had not expected the way I jerked in surprise when his wide tongue slid along my core. I jerked forward, but then his hands rose, cupping my now-naked breasts, holding me in place .

The Invasion of Brussels. This was the position Sorcha and Effie and I had been discussing just…when had it been? How long had I been in Varkaan's possession? How long until I could no longer return?

And did I want to?

The ridges on Varkaan's tongue matched his cock's and were obviously there for my enjoyment. So why not enjoy them? I shuddered when he swiped along my sensitive lips and tried to take more weight on my knees.

But his fingers dug into the softness of my tits, pulling me back down, and I surrendered, sinking down atop him.

And his tongue.

My fingers hadn't been long enough to reach that secret spot deep within me, but Varkaan's tongue…

" God's Wounds !" I gasped as he brushed against it. I settled lower, spreading my lips across his mouth, trying to get him deeper deeper deeper . "Aye!"

He made a sound like a chuckle and then his tongue did hit that spot I loved so much. I bucked against him, grinding my cunny atop his face.

Meanwhile, his fingers hadn't been idle. While one set pinched and rolled my nipple, the other dropped to my curls, and the tiny bud of pleasure hidden there. While I knew many women enjoyed it to be teased, I had never climaxed that way.

‘Twas as if, somehow, Varkaan knew that.

While I rode his mouth, his thick fingers reached down to the skin on either side…and pinched .

The pressure there, combined with what he was doing on the inside, sent me over the edge.

" Varkaan !" I screamed as my inner muscles squeezed him.

In one smooth motion, between one spasm and the next, he slid his tongue from inside me and replaced it with two of his thick fingers. The width startled me, but my bliss was still pushing through me, and he pumped his fingers into me, telling me he was experienced.

His lips could now close around my clitoris and apply suction, and I decided right then and there I had never felt aught better.

"Oh, God's Wounds, aye! Aye!" I gasped, rocking back and forth atop him.

A part of me, barely coherent, reminded me that if I suffocated the frustrating male, I would be unable to do this again.

But he had asked for it, and besides, my cunny was worth a little suffocation. I ground atop him as the spasms in my core slowly subsided .

Only then did I release him, falling slowly to the side. Instead of emerging with a deep breath, Varkaan followed me, until I was lying stretched on the cool grass, completely naked, and he loomed over me on one elbow.

The lower half of his face was wet with my spend, and I loved the way he flicked his tongue across one tusk unselfconsciously while he studied me.

To be fair, I was covered in his seed as well—I could feel it drying in my hair.

Gods Wounds, he had pushed me to my knees and demanded I service him, had he not? And I had done it, elated for the chance to taste him. Just the thought of him taking me that way, of his domination, made my core spasm again.

And the way one of his brows twitched told me he knew it.

Slowly, Varkaan brought his forefinger to my lips. He pressed down on my lower lip until I opened it, and he slid inside, only as far as his first knuckle, so he could press against my tongue.

His gaze was serious, and deep in his dark eyes I saw that flash of green again. Only this time, it didn't disappear.

‘Twas a solemn moment, although I was uncertain why.

When he removed his finger, he surprised me by dragging that hand down the valley between my breasts, over my stomach…and cupping my mound.

My thighs fell open, and beneath his fingertips, my core hummed, still sensitive from what we had just done.

And still, he held my gaze.

Did he want sex now? I was ready for it. Ready for him .

God's Wounds, so ready .

My lips parted, and I was uncertain if I was going to beg or not, when he finally spoke.

" Mine ."