Chapter Seventy-Four

Havermouth, Present Time

Talen released his hair from the bun, and ran his fingers through to loosen it, flicking it back over his shoulders before beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt. He watched Aislen through heavily lidded eyes with a small smile on his lips. He deliberately teased her, taking his time, and turning just as he reached the last button, shrugging out of the shirt with his back to her.

“I like this view as much as the front one,” she told him, enjoying the display of muscles shifting beneath the lion’s mane of blonde hair as he undid his belt and toed out of his boots.

“Hmm,” he flicked an amused look over his shoulder as his jeans sagged off his hips. He left them on, the top button undone and the fly straining to contain his erection, and took a sip of champagne as he walked over to the armoire.

He opened the cupboard door nearest to her, blocking her view of what he did within the cupboard, but she heard the buzz as he tested the charge on a vibrator, and she pressed her knees together and caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she anticipated what was to follow.

He glanced over his shoulder at her and then raised an eyebrow before returning to the armoire. “I think that we will take things slow,” he decided, and brought his champagne and a strawberry flavoured lube to the bedside table, before returning to the armoire and retrieving a large purple vibrator, a small acorn butt-plug, and a clitoral suction vibrator. “And see what we both enjoy.”

“I enjoy you,” she told him breathlessly.

He chuckled. “Thank you.” He slid his jeans down, freeing his cock, and tossed them to the chair where he’d placed the rest of the clothing before turning to the head of the bed and arranging the pillows against it. He sat on the bed, his back against the bed head. “Come here, little demon,” he patted the mattress between his legs.

She set the champagne glass down and crawled up the bed to where he waited. “Do I get a kiss, daddy?” She slid her hands up his chest, enjoying the sift of hair beneath her palms.

His hand cupped her skull, and he kissed her, a slow, leisurely tease of tongue and lips which made her moan and press her body against his, bracing one hand on his shoulder whilst she reached between them to grip his cock. He let her stroke him three times before easing the kiss. “Sit your arse down, you eager little tease,” he laughed.

“But, daddy,” she pouted. “I like this toy,” she squeezed his cock. “I’d like to ride it.”

“Don’t make me get my belt,” he smirked. She sighed and released him, and turned herself around, so that the bare skin of her arse slid over his thighs, and against his cock, her skirts riding up.

“Lean against me,” he encouraged her back against him and lowered his head until they were cheek to cheek. They both watched as he spread her legs, hooking them over his, so that her feet were against the outside edge of his thighs, before sliding his hands up her thighs, gathering up the froth of her skirts to her waist, exposing her cunt.

His hands continued up her waist, the warmth of his palms delicious through the fabric, until he held her breasts, tweaking the piercings gently, before sliding the sleeves down her shoulders to loosen the cups, bringing the material down beneath them.

She moaned, entranced by his handling of her body, her head lolling back to rest against his shoulder. He rubbed his palms in delicious circles over her nipples until they sensitized, puckering around the piercings. “I quite like these,” he murmured.

“The breasts or the piercings?”

He shook with silent laughter. “Both.”

“I hated them at first,” she admitted, lulled by his caresses into honesty. “But you’re starting to change my mind.”

“And this?” His hand dropped to her thigh before sliding up until she felt him move the piercing through her clit with his fingertip.

“Mmm, same for both.”

His lips brushed her cheekbone, and he reached out, bringing the toys and lube from the bedside table to the mattress. “Many women find that it increases their sensitivity and arousal.”

“Around you, daddy, I don’t need help with either of those things,” she replied, and then moaned as he applied lube to her clit, stroking over her. “Oh god,” she turned her face into his neck, breathing in the scent of his skin. “That feels amazing.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Just relax, little demon, and let’s see how many times you can come before begging me to fuck you.”

“I’m already begging,” she pointed out.

He chuckled. “No, you’re asking and teasing. I’ll show you the difference.” He smoothed the lube down, circling the entrance of her cunt, over her perineum and teasing the tight pucker of her arse. “Do you enjoy anal sex?”

“Yes.” The Triquetra had frequently engaged in anal sex, with her, with each other, at the same time…

“Good,” he touched the cold metal of the plug against her, stroking it around in a circle, stimulating the nerves, before breaching her gently. She moaned as he pushed it within her just a little, withdrew, and in again, fucking her gently with it, until her body accepted it fully. “Very nice,” he purred into her ear. “How does that feel?”

“So good,” she was panting. Her breasts felt heavy and ached, and she could feel a pulse in her clit as if she had already come, and thought that she would soon whether he touched her there again or not. “Fuck,” she moaned. “I am so turned on right now, you wouldn’t believe.”

“Daddy,” he prompted softly.

“Daddy, my cunt wants your cock.”

“You have such a lovely way of putting things,” his voice held his laughter as his finger returned to caressing her clit. She arched, pushing her hips towards his hand, seeking more. “Perhaps I can feed your hungry little cunt an alternative,” he reached for the vibrator.

“So naughty, daddy,” she bit her bottom lip and pulled up her skirt, pressing the fabric tight against her stomach so they could both watch as he penetrated her with the purple cock-shaped vibrator. “Oh, fuck.”

“Hmm,” he hummed his chuckles. “Feeling the arse plug? Feeling full?”

“Feeling good,” she replied without inhibition or embarrassment as he fucked it into her a little at a time. “Fuck,” she exclaimed in surprise when the angle hit her g-spot, and she came. “Fuck. Fuck!”

“Language, little demon,” he pressed a kiss to her cheek, and seated the vibrator so that it nudged against her cervix. “Though I expect your vocabulary is going to go downhill from this point,” he turned the vibrator’s thrust on, and her fingers clawed on his thighs as she reacted to the intensity of it, her head tossing against his shoulder, and her cries breathless.

“That’s a good little demon,” his voice was hoarse. “Come hard for your daddy.” He ground his finger against her clit, and she sobbed in a breath as she came again, sagging against him in the aftermath, the vibrator still thrusting within her, her cunt warm and throbbing around it.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“Not yet,” he replied, reaching for the suction vibrator. “But maybe soon. Have you ever used perineum pressure to control your lover’s release?”

“No,” she wasn’t even sure how that was possible.

“I will show you how to do that when I feed you my cock in a little while. Would you like to swallow me down?”

“You know that your cock is one of my favourite things to suck,” she was distracted as he was positioning the clit vibrator over her. She had never tried one before and wasn’t sure what to expect.

“Is it just?” He was pleased.

The soft suction of the vibrator was just a tease, she thought. Not unpleasant, but not mind blowing. He pressed the button a couple of times.

“Shit,” she cried out.

“More?”

“Give it to me.”

He turned it up and she gasped wordlessly, like a fish out of water sucking in air, The suction and thrusting vibrators pushed her from one climax into another, and then a third, as he did not let either up.

“God,” she pleaded. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m not sure I can take another.”

“A little break then,” he removed the suction device and turned off the vibrator though he left it inside of her. “Have a drink,” he passed her his champagne glass and stroked his fingers through her hair as she drank, the bubbles dispersing over her tongue, dry from open-mouthed moans.

His other hand slid up her thigh and began to tease her clit again as he pressed kisses to her neck and cheek, scraping over the skin lightly with his teeth.

“I like it when you suck my neck, daddy,” she said innocently, giving him permission to drink from her without giving away that she knew what he was. “It feels really nice. Especially when you do it harder so that it feels a bit like biting…” And she liked that momentary insight to his otherwise closed mind, that shared flash of mind-melting pleasure. “I always get off when you do that.”

He moaned. “Fuck me,” his lips moved against the pulse point below her ear. “You are a little demon, aren’t you? A walking temptation to sin.”

“I like sinning with you, daddy,” she confessed. “It doesn’t feel like a sin.”

“I do not understand how it is that you feed my inner monster,” he breathed the words whilst he positioned his teeth. “Whilst making me want to be a better man.”

She came as he sank his teeth into her.