A Prince of the Nobillo
Chapter 22: Par Contest
"Oh!" His claw clipped her nipple.
"Did that hurt?"
He is always so adorably concerned with hurting me! she thought. Then again, unlike Sirix, he probably actually could tear me apart with only half his strength. She took his hand and kissed it.
"No, it felt good." She took his hand and placed it back on her breast, showing him how to knead it, to rub it in circles with his palm, to tease the nipple just so. She moaned as he did, taking his other hand and nuzzling her cheek into the palm, kissing the pad of his thumb. She indulged herself in the full pleasure of that one breast. In her mind she wasn't in that little white cell, she was in paradise, on a beach, in Hawaii, with the sun warming her, her nipples erect from the cool shade, her lover looking down at her in pure adoration. "Carak, do the other one."
He moved his hand to the other breast.
"No, you can do both at once."
He began rubbing both. She moaned, her body squirming with pleasure.
"Could you kiss my nipple?" she asked.
He lowered himself down and took her nipple between his lips. It rose slightly as he pulled up.
"OH! Yes! Like that!" She couldn't even reach his back, grabbing onto his triceps instead. "Do it again!"
He did it again, holding it in his lips longer this time. And again. Then the other one as she made little grunts of pleasure.
"Could you lick the tip with your tongue? Oh yes! Just like that. Mmm Carak! You're wonderful!" Her grip on his arms tightened, she ached with desire for him. "Kiss my neck! Oh! Oh Carak!"
His hands caressed her sides, then under to her back, pulling her up to him as her head hung down, long hair brushing the concrete floor, her whole neck exposed to him, trusting him. He kissed up and down it. She felt the tickle of his tongue as it traced the lines of her neck muscles, and then down through her breasts, to her stomach where it circled her navel.
"Carak... could you penetrate me with your tongue again?" she asked, hesitantly, remembering her first reaction earlier in the day. "It felt really good."
He stopped what he was doing and smiled at her, a small smile but so genuine it made her heart break. "Like before, or would you prefer to remain lying down?"
"You won't be able to go as deep if I'm lying down, will you?"
"No."
"Like before, then."
He lifted her up, again she was stunned by how effortless it seemed. Opening his jaw as wide as it would go, he placed her inside. His tongue teased its way into her labia, licking down until-
"Oh! Mmmm... oh Carak..." She let her head fall back as his tongue traveled up her vagina, pressing and probing the supple inside. She gripped his large hands as she lost herself to his paradise. "Oh Carak, it feels beautiful..." she moaned as her upper body swayed. "Oh yes, right there. Oh yes! OH!"
His powerful tongue pressed against her g-spot, running back and forth over it, pressing harder.
The flames of pleasure licked up through her vulva into her stomach, her chest, she squeezed his hands. "Oh Yes! Yes! Don't Stop!" Her butt clenched as her hips began to shake. "YES! OH MY GOD!" She screamed. She howled. She shrieked like a demon.
He pulled her back up and lay her down, climbing on top of her shaking, heaving body. She pulled him in for a kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck for a brief moment before he pulled up, his arms level with her head. She let her arms fall behind her head, gazing up at him as she spread her legs wide. She gasped as her vagina parted for him. He was so big! Only Donil had stretched her this much.
"Uh..." she grunted as his first thrust pushed him deeper inside. "Uh...uh uh uh uhuhuh Aah! AAAH! AAAHHHHHOHHHH!" The rapidity of her breathing was matched only by the shaking of her hips as his thrusts came fast and hard. Her vulva shook against him, her body trying to gain every last ounce of pleasure that could be gotten. Orgasmic euphoria filled her mind as her hands jolted to his arms, clinging to them for dear life. She screamed with complete abandon as ecstasy blinded her to all but her beloved's beautiful face. She'd wanted this for so long and now it was finally hers. He was finally hers.
He let out a loud grunt and she felt him flowing into her, moaning as he gave a final few thrusts. She groaned as she felt him leave her body and his lips return to her neck. She buried her fingers in the deep gorges between the muscles of his back, kissing his brow as he continued.
She stroked his cheeks and turned his face to hers. "You're beautiful, Carak," she said, her fingers rounding his ears. "I wish I had the words to tell you what you are to me. When I'm with you it's like this overwhelming sense of peace just covers me, even in this horrible place."
"Ataraxia," Carak said.
"What is that?"
"It's an old word the Korsuch stole from the humans. It means: peace of mind."
"That sounds about right. You're my ataraxia."
He kissed her. "And you're mine."
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"She. Is. My. Wife." Rivuk heard himself say through clenched teeth in an interview with Yasolina.
He stood from the desk in his room. It was time. He walked out the window, falling. He spread his wings mid-dive, allowing the air currents to carry him above the palace walls.
He'd never forgive Carak. He'd been her closest friend. She'd trusted Carak, more than even him.
The arena was all he could see, all he could think about. He couldn't lie down to sleep at night without going back there. He couldn't close his eyes without seeing her naked body on the arena floor. He'd thought he was stronger than this. That he could bear it. But hearing her scream his name, seeing the blood on his hest as he came out of her broke him in ways he didn't know he could break.
He had to make it worth it. He had to make this pain worth it. Her sacrifice worth it. That thought was the only thing keeping him going, like a drumbeat sounding in his brain, driving him ever forward. Days didn't flow like days anymore. It was only one long day now, punctuated only by brief periods of unconsciousness. He wasn't himself anymore. He was whatever was left when every ounce of the man he'd been was stripped away and only the bones remained. He was the Third Prince, a monster every bit as terrifying and vengeful as his two brothers. And he would revenge himself upon them so completely there'd be nothing left of the monarchy for them to rule.
He walked quickly through the pitch black of the moonless midnight. He veered down an alley, through a series of closed stores. A flash of red hair under a black cap. She was there. He handed Augusta a vial of his own blood as she passed him a package.
He heard the whistle of a knife behind him, glancing the rose gold blade before instantly turning it around with his mind and sending it back from whence it came. There was a garbled scream from the darkness. He sensed the hidden pair. His pupil dilated. Instantly, they began hacking each other to pieces at his merest suggestion. He made a slight motion with his hand and the little rose gold blade, now dripping with sangria colored blood, flew to the throat of the woman, resting right against the vital artery. He glared at her. She grabbed the knife and cut.
Rivuk caught the vial of his own blood before it could shatter on the paving stones and drank it, pocketing the empty tube. There would be no trace to implicate him. He scattered a small bag of glinting coins on the ground in front of Cyril's body for good measure. One less ferryman in his city.
As he strode through the palace to the office of Commander Julanty the next morning, he heard the voice of a newscaster.
"The body of a Korsuch scientist was found in what was, apparently, a robbery gone bad..."
Lindsay yanked back by her hair as she tried to run away. That look of pure terror as Carak held her above him. That horrible shriek. The sight of Carak's long tongue coming out of her. Rivuk He winced as he heard her screams echoing in his head.
"Who is your best scout?" Rivuk demanded of Julanty.
"Felden," the old Child of the Immortal commander answered.
"Thank you."
