17. Stags & Does

17

Stags & Does

Safira Chastain

O nce he'd come, Celyn seemed to get used to me being in his waters. He let me keep swimming—but he also kept touching me, coming alongside me and skimming his fingertips along my skin. The contact kept me on the edge of arousal, my skin sensitive and waiting to be touched again. I made my way to the shallow water again, setting my feet on the soft lakebed with the water lapping at my chest.

I tilted my head back, letting the sunlight stream across me. Maybe I should get out of the water , I thought as I assessed my torrid state with a good deal of ruefulness. Celyn didn't know almost anything about sex, and though he'd asked about the ways in which we might correspond, he hadn't followed through on that curiosity. I shouldn't just... use him. He didn't know what any of this was—

He came up behind me, one hand tangling in my hair and the other splaying across my belly. Heat surged through me as he ran his mouth against my neck, pulling my head to the side to bare my skin as his other hand slid up until his warm hand cupped my breast.

"Safira," he murmured against my skin as I whimpered from the contact, surprised into it. "There is salt between your legs and desire in your eyes. Tell me how you like being touched, so I may show you the same glories you showed me."

"Celyn," I breathed out, my pulse throbbing between my legs and making my stiff nipples tingle.

He ran his nose and mouth along my skin. "You have an attraction to me, and you have brought me to pleasure I could not imagine," Celyn said, halfway to a murmur. "You have remained in my waters, though you know what it does to me. I know these bodies are meant for each other." He switched sides of my neck, nuzzling me, his hand running back down my body.

I couldn't answer, all of my attention taken by the gentle brush of his mouth against my neck and the slow path of his hand as he ran his fingertips down through the curls of my groin, then slid two fingers between my legs. The pleasure of that touch made me gasp, leaning my head back against his shoulder.

"I have seen the stags take the does and the wolves take the she-wolves, and though I had no curiosity for their behavior, I have not forgotten it," he said, crooning the words to me. "I am shaped like a stag, and you like a doe. A doe pleasures a stag by allowing him to taste her salt and to mount her, but you have pleasured me with your hand." Celyn started rocking his fingers against my clit, his fingertips running against my slick folds. "Is the touch of my hand what you desire? Do you wish for my teeth against your neck, like the she-wolf? How does a man pleasure a woman?"

"Th-there's lots of ways," I managed to say as Celyn ran his tongue up my neck.

"Tell me one now, and introduce me to the others after," he suggested with a touch of aloof amusement. Celyn kept moving his fingers, pressing down against my clit as he teased my entrance. He released my hair and wrapped his arm around me, tugging me flush against his chest with the hot line of his desire between us.

"Celyn," I gasped out again, my core tingling from the nearness of his hard shaft and pleasure like liquid gold pouring into my veins from the feel of his body and fingers against me.

"Is there one where I might taste the salt that tempts far more than even the sweetness of your skin?" he asked in his most beguiling voice. "I would like to discover what draws the stag to bury his muzzle against the doe."

I whimpered, but I managed to nod, turning my head to look into his face with pleasure-hazed eyes.

Celyn looked down at me with his mouth parted and lids half-lowered, eyes dark with desire.

"If— If you let me sit, you can—oh, gods, Celyn, you can put your fingers inside me and use your tongue." I managed to stammer out the words without moaning, but when Celyn made a purring sound of pleasure and picked me up with his waters, his fingers still moving, I couldn't help it. The shuddering moan escaped my lips, and a moment later Celyn set me on my ass, chest-deep in the waves.

His hot breath fanned against my neck, a look of raw hunger in his eyes as he gazed at me. "Put your fingers in my hair and show me where."

He didn't have to tell me twice. Celyn slid beneath the water and dropped his face between my legs, his tongue pressing against my folds with demand. My fingers went automatically to his head as I curled around the heated sensation as he licked me, and when he slid two fingers into my channel the sound I made was equally as loud as the ones he'd voiced.

I dragged his face up so his tongue ran directly against my clit, and Celyn responded with more enthusiasm than any human lover I'd ever had. He might have started out with no information about how to pleasure a woman, but he was a fast study, and I was a vocal instructor. The words fell out of my mouth almost without thought – "oh, gods, harder, please, oh oh fuck, Celyn, that's so good, curl your fingers up, oh FUCK !" – and he followed them without hesitation, remembering everything I told him.

The pleasure coiled inside of me, building where he dragged his fingertips against me, fed by every thrust of his fingers and lap of his tongue. He ate me relentlessly, with no need to breathe or rest, a gods-damned lake elemental within his waters, and my body gave way before his dedication. I'd forgotten how good it could be to have a man between my legs, and Celyn more than reminded me. The water-horse of Tsirisma Lake commanded my body with his fingers and tongue, driving me towards orgasm, and I obeyed.

Ecstasy broke across me with the suddenness of a summer storm, my fingers digging into his scalp as I ground myself helplessly against his face. The pleasure thundered through me, a river roaring through a shattered dam, and I cried out that pleasure to the sky. Celyn followed through, not ceasing his moving until my fingers eased in his hair—and when he did, he slid his powerful body along mine, dragging his fingers up along my sensitive clit as he emerged from the water like a primal god.

He was a primal god, less powerful than those that ruled eternity, but only in scope. I was in his waters, and he possessed me utterly.

"Safira," he said, the sound of my name filled with hunger. "Tell me another."