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imagined she meant it did not matter where I touched her, just that I did. And that was all the encouragement I required. I immediately brought my index finger back to her folds of flesh and continued to rub her engorged nub. Needing to feel her slickness, I pushed the tip of my finger into her and felt my cock suddenly become rock hard.
The sudden desire to taste her blinded me, and I dropped down onto my stomach so I could wedge my head between her thighs. I gripped her and thrust my face into her, lapping at her with long, eager strokes. Her taste was incomparable. I sucked on her, flicking her clitoris back and forth with my tongue before rolling it and thrusting it inside her repeatedly.
As I continued to spear her with my tongue, I could feel her bottom beginning to rise up as she arched her back. I did not stop licking her. Instead, I marveled over the fact that she was able to separate herself from the ground beneath her. As I licked and sucked her, her entire body began to shake and spasm as I gave her wave after wave of orgasm. With each one, she continued to pull away from the earth until her arms were free enough that she could hold my head in place and her legs were free enough that she could wrap them around my shoulders.
When another orgasm rocked her entire body and she trembled beneath me, I decided I had to be sheathed within her. My cock was now demanding, heavy, and the need coursing through me was beyond insistent.
As I disengaged my head and my shoulders from her body, I kneeled forward and held my eager cock at the slick passage of her opening.
And then I woke up.
EIGHT
I was convinced that Lily had reached out to me in my slumber. With my blood coursing through her veins, the bond between us was now thicker than ever before. Aye, it was this bond that allowed her to penetrate my dreams, to place her imprint on my psyche. She was reaching out to me to let me know that my ministrations were not for naught, that my blood was helping her, reviving her strength and giving her the will to fight.
Be strong, mah wee lass, I thought to her, closing my eyes to further my emphasis. Ah’m fightin’ fer ye, an’ Ah willnae give oop. Sae ye moost nae give oop.
Almost immediately an image of Persephone exploded behind my eyelids, as if I had been addressing her and not Lily. Anger began to rise up within me, but I suppressed it because I had to understand why I was experiencing this vision.
Persephone appeared as she had all those years ago, with her platinum blond hair piled high and her wide blue eyes narrowed on me suspiciously. My breath caught and my heartbeat sped up because the image was so clear that I half wondered if she were really standing before me. Once I reminded myself that my eyes were still closed, I began to relax. But the force of the image would not leave me. Before I could control my wayward thoughts, I began to remember a time long since passed that somehow felt as if it were only yesterday.
The wind howled through the stone walls of my kingdom, the sound echoing until it sounded like a great roar belonging to some ferocious animal. Or, as this was the Underground City, some ferocious demon. I was not excited about the task before me, but I knew it had to be done, all the same. Persephone had grown uncontrollable. She was greedy and hungered for power in such a way that she was a threat to the balance of the order of the Underground. She was a danger to my rule. I was in peril of becoming disrespected by those in my charge because her interactions with Alaire were becoming less and less covert.
She was my queen, yes, but what was most important, ultimately, was that I was the Master of the Underground City, the king, and the ultimate ruler. I could not allow myself to be ridiculed by a woman. I could not and I would not. Love did not enter into the equation and, as I was an honest man, I could level with myself that love had never entered into the equation. I had been fond of
The sudden desire to taste her blinded me, and I dropped down onto my stomach so I could wedge my head between her thighs. I gripped her and thrust my face into her, lapping at her with long, eager strokes. Her taste was incomparable. I sucked on her, flicking her clitoris back and forth with my tongue before rolling it and thrusting it inside her repeatedly.
As I continued to spear her with my tongue, I could feel her bottom beginning to rise up as she arched her back. I did not stop licking her. Instead, I marveled over the fact that she was able to separate herself from the ground beneath her. As I licked and sucked her, her entire body began to shake and spasm as I gave her wave after wave of orgasm. With each one, she continued to pull away from the earth until her arms were free enough that she could hold my head in place and her legs were free enough that she could wrap them around my shoulders.
When another orgasm rocked her entire body and she trembled beneath me, I decided I had to be sheathed within her. My cock was now demanding, heavy, and the need coursing through me was beyond insistent.
As I disengaged my head and my shoulders from her body, I kneeled forward and held my eager cock at the slick passage of her opening.
And then I woke up.
EIGHT
I was convinced that Lily had reached out to me in my slumber. With my blood coursing through her veins, the bond between us was now thicker than ever before. Aye, it was this bond that allowed her to penetrate my dreams, to place her imprint on my psyche. She was reaching out to me to let me know that my ministrations were not for naught, that my blood was helping her, reviving her strength and giving her the will to fight.
Be strong, mah wee lass, I thought to her, closing my eyes to further my emphasis. Ah’m fightin’ fer ye, an’ Ah willnae give oop. Sae ye moost nae give oop.
Almost immediately an image of Persephone exploded behind my eyelids, as if I had been addressing her and not Lily. Anger began to rise up within me, but I suppressed it because I had to understand why I was experiencing this vision.
Persephone appeared as she had all those years ago, with her platinum blond hair piled high and her wide blue eyes narrowed on me suspiciously. My breath caught and my heartbeat sped up because the image was so clear that I half wondered if she were really standing before me. Once I reminded myself that my eyes were still closed, I began to relax. But the force of the image would not leave me. Before I could control my wayward thoughts, I began to remember a time long since passed that somehow felt as if it were only yesterday.
The wind howled through the stone walls of my kingdom, the sound echoing until it sounded like a great roar belonging to some ferocious animal. Or, as this was the Underground City, some ferocious demon. I was not excited about the task before me, but I knew it had to be done, all the same. Persephone had grown uncontrollable. She was greedy and hungered for power in such a way that she was a threat to the balance of the order of the Underground. She was a danger to my rule. I was in peril of becoming disrespected by those in my charge because her interactions with Alaire were becoming less and less covert.
She was my queen, yes, but what was most important, ultimately, was that I was the Master of the Underground City, the king, and the ultimate ruler. I could not allow myself to be ridiculed by a woman. I could not and I would not. Love did not enter into the equation and, as I was an honest man, I could level with myself that love had never entered into the equation. I had been fond of
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