The duelist 3, p.13
The Duelist 3, page 13
My stomach growled, and I placed a palm over my flat belly.
“You did all this?” I asked as she led me closer by the hand so we could nestle into the comfortable cushions, and my mouth gaped open when I saw how she had even hung some type of lantern-lit canopy made of silk from the tree branches. It made the little nest feel intimate and secluded, and my heart twinged at the knowledge of how much though she must have put into every detail.
“Yes,” she said and curled up into my side as she pulled the basket closer. “Zoie nudged me in the right direction, but she said it was my turn to have a little time alone with you as well.”
“You’ve been working just as hard,” I said and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “Ithaca is starting to feel so homey, and I know that’s mostly due to your touches.”
“It’s getting there,” she sighed as she held up a green fruit that looked like an under-ripe strawberry and let me take a bite.
“Mmmm.” The tart juice burst over my tongue and refreshed me, and my lips tingled when Shay circled the berry over them.
“There is more that needs to be done,” my phoenix-wife went on, “but in the meantime a few comforts and decorations don’t go amiss.”
She then smirked and ate the other half of the berry with a crisp crunch.
“Do you like it here?” I asked her as I reached across her for the wine bottle she set aside. “I know we spend a lot of time here, but if you wanted, we could spend more time at Icarian.”
“Oh, that drafty place,” Shay said with a silly eye-roll and reached for the wine bottle.
I teased her by moving it out of her grasp.
“No, really,” I insisted as I poured a small trickle into Shay’s mouth. “I want you to feel comfortable.”
My carefree phoenix-wife swallowed her mouthful of wine with a giddy giggle.
“Ithaca is like a dream…” she admitted, and her voice was full of wonder. “Although Icarian has been purged of Bala’s cruelty, I still feel the scars of his presence there. Like scorched earth…”
Her hand came across her body and clutched her right shoulder in a move I knew meant the scar on her back was bothering her.
“What do you want to do with it?” I asked as I took her hand in mine.
“With what?” She blinked at me as if snapping out of a memory.
“Icarian Estate,” I said. “We don’t have to keep it.”
“But it’s quite a valuable property,” she said as if the idea of getting rid of it was ridiculous.
“If it causes you pain, then I don’t care how valuable it is,” I stated matter-of-factly.
“It doesn’t cause me pain any longer,” she said and cupped my jaw. “I promise. You and our darling Zoie have gone a long way in helping my heart heal from the wounds Bala inflicted. To answer your question, Ithaca is my home, but Icarian is a good place for us to have if we want to expand our enterprises. I’m not sure I want to continue on with the business my father taught me for too much longer. I think rearing Victory’s foal will be my last, but the estate itself has a lot of potential.”
“As long as you’re sure,” I said and kissed her on the lips.
“I am,” she murmured and then trailed a few kisses down my throat.
Just as I was getting into her ministrations, the phoenix-woman gasped, popped up like a daisy, and rummaged around in the picnic basket.
“Wait, you simply must try this first!” she said and unwrapped a lumpy parcel.
The cheesecloth fell away and revealed thick-cut slices of roasted meat, melty cheese, and what I recognized to be pickled ash-root slices all between two unevenly sliced pieces of bread.
“You made sandwiches!” I laughed and took the parcel from her so I could take a heaping bite.
“Kitchen Sink Specials,” she said as her crest of feathers ruffled proudly, and she pulled out her own sandwich.
“You’ve really thought of everything,” I said as I polished off my meal lickity-split.
“Hm,” she hummed and set aside the remains of her sandwich for later. “I thought of other things, too.”
“You did?” I grinned as she slinked up my body on all fours until she was sitting comfortably in my lap.
“There are a great many things I have prepared for you, Alex Brightwood,” she purred as she loosened the belt around my waist so she could slip the tunic I was wearing over my head.
“Best surprise ever,” I commented just before she engulfed my mouth in a burning kiss that made my head spin and my heart hammer against my ribcage as if John Henry was going for an Olympic gold with his sledgehammers.
Shay’s hot fingers sparked trails of heat down my pecs and abs as she let her hands roam all over me, and I panted as the temperature ratcheted up all the way.
I groaned into her mouth and tangled our tongues together in order to deepen the kiss, but she broke away again. When I tried to follow, she stopped me with a hand on my chest, and she swigged some wine out of the bottle she managed to sneak away from me.
Then she handed me the bottle, lowered the straps of her flowing cropped blouse one at a time, and shucked the top of her dress off and to the side.
I took my own liberal gulp of the wine which effectively killed off the bottle, and I watched with a different kind of thirst as my gorgeous phoenix-wife ran her hands up her own body and massaged her full breasts.
Shay then rose elegantly to her feet the way only a dancer could, and she turned so her back was to me.
Then she batted those sparkling emerald eyes at me from over her shoulder, hooked both thumbs into her silvery skirt, and let the silky material fall to the ground.
“Join me?” she whispered and swayed those heart-shaped hips as she sauntered toward the waterfall.
I was up like a jack-in-the-box and already unlacing the front of my pants as I followed Shay’s example and removed the rest of my clothing.
A moonlit dip sounded like just the thing to refresh me and cool my burning arousal down to a fine simmer. Shay probably thought she was just being cute, but regardless, her antics were turning me on big time. I realized I really was pent up, and I didn’t want to spoil the main event by being too eager.
“It’s warm,” I said aloud as I waded into the shallow pool.
“It’s a natural hot spring,” Shay explained as she swam closer toward where the falls were thundering down and swirling the steamy mist.
I submerged my body up to my neck, and the feeling of the hot spring water unlocking all my aching muscles and groaning joints nearly had me weeping with relief.
“How did you find this place?” I asked with my eyes closed as I bobbed along until my feet could no longer touch the bottom. When I didn’t hear an answer, I peeked open one eye. “Shay?”
The phoenix-woman still didn’t respond, and I treaded water in a circle as I looked for her.
“Sh--” I went to call out to her again, but before I could complete my sentence, something wrapped around my ankles and jerked me under the water. It only dragged me down for a second before it let me go, and I kicked to the surface with a spluttering gasp.
“Hah!” Shay giggled as she wrapped her arms around me from behind.
“You!” I hollered and spun around so I could lift her and dunk her like the sneaky minx deserved.
Her high-pitched squeal wasn’t quite drowned out by the falls, and I relished in the mighty splash both our bodies made as I took us under the hot water.
This basically started an all-out splash fight between us that lasted until it became impossible for us to dunk each other without slipping under the surface because of how deep the water got and because of how much we were laughing.
Instead of wrestling, we ended up just bobbing around in each other’s arms, and our roughhousing tapered down as a new type of tension rose between us.
“Goddess, you’re beautiful,” I whispered to her as we floated around in the hot spring. I kept us afloat while her legs wrapped around my waist, and the softness of her mound against my lower belly felt unbearably intimate.
Diamond-like dew drops from the mist of the falls stuck in her dark ruby hair, and her lips and cheeks were flushed from the heat of the water.
Those enchanting green eyes were blown wide with arousal, and I could feel the nudge of her nipples as they hardened against my chest. Every square inch of my skin felt sensitized, and I pressed her closer as a different kind of heat surged through my groin.
Shay tangled her fingers in my wet hair and practically devoured my mouth with a sizzling kiss that nearly turned my spine into a pretzel.
“Baby,” I groaned and bit at her full lower lip.
“A-Alex,” she stuttered in that breathless way that meant she was starting to unravel, and her hips flexed against my torso as if she couldn’t help but try to grind her pelvis in search of more friction. “The h-heat is m-making me dizzy.”
“Hold on to me,” I said, and she rested her head in the curve of my shoulder as I swam us back to the mossy shore.
My arms came around her and cupped her perfect backside as I walked us back to our cozy area under the lantern-lit canopy.
Then I laid her down as if she was something breakable, and I moved some of the ribbons of wet crimson hair out of her face so I could gaze at how beautiful she was. This close, I could see the gradient of gold to crimson in her long lashes and the flecks of amber in her green irises.
“Are you warm enough?” I murmured as I kissed the hollow of her throat.
“I’m burning for you, Aleeex,” she moaned as my mouth sought out one of her peaked nipples and licked the tip of that sensitive nub. “Oooh, your touch--!”
Shay arched her back beautifully and circled her hips as she thrashed her head to one side.
I pulled off her left nipple with a sucking pop and then moved on to the right one. This must have been the more sensitive of the two because she mewled prettily when I latched on, and then she flexed her hips more rapidly when I swirled and sucked.
With my other hand, I inched my way down her soft belly until I could caress the moist slit of her pussy lips. The crimson curls between her legs twined almost lovingly around my fingers, and her legs fell open like a blooming lotus the closer I got to her slick center of pleasure.
Since Shay was so sensitive, I was careful not to overstimulate her clit in case it became too overwhelming for her, but I wasn’t in any rush.
Initially, she hissed as my callused fingers started a little too rough, but I let her guide me with her own hand until I figured out what rhythm made her buck and arch.
“Oooohh, darling, yes!” My phoenix-wife trembled as I used two of my fingers to stimulate that little kernel on either side of her hood. The indirect contact seemed to be just the thing to really drive her wild, because before I could even react, she sat up, pushed me flat on my back, and smothered me with her hot naked body.
I’d mostly been ignoring my throbbing erection as I focused first on Shay’s pleasure, but I was immediately aware of just how dire my arousal was when I felt the slick slide of her pussy lips on either side of my rigid shaft. Then, when she slowly ground our pelvises together, I nearly hit the ceiling of the canopy.
“Fuck, baby, fuck!” I cursed and thumped my head back sharply against the cushion beneath me.
“A-Alex!” she said sharply and picked up her pace.
“Make yourself come, beautiful,” I ordered while I encouraged her to hump against me faster with my bruising grip around her narrow waist.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she vocalized as she rapidly flicked her hips back and forth along my cock.
Every now and then, the head would catch on the rim of her hot hole, and it caused my lower belly to clench with the need to thrust upward and bury myself to the hilt in one go.
But I was sure if I did that, it would all be over, so I held myself back while she took what she wanted from my willing body.
“Come, honey, come,” I urged through gritted teeth as a gush of her slickness coated my balls and inner thighs.
“N-No.” Shay shuddered to a stop and folded over so her head was resting against my hammering heart.
“What’s wrong?” I asked and tried to see into her face.
“Nothing’s wrong, but I d-don’t want to climax yet until I have you deep inside me,” she admitted in a rough voice, and she trembled from the delayed release of what was probably going to be an intense orgasm.
“I’ll make you come as many times as you want, you know,” I murmured against her damp temple as we both came down from the precipice. “You don’t have to deny yourself.”
“I’m not,” she said, and she fixed me with a sinfully seductive look that caused my dick to twitch strongly when I realized she seemed to enjoy the intense feel of backing away from the edge of climax.
It was fucking hot.
Like, supernova hot, and I wondered if it was possible to die of being Way Too Turned On.
If so, what a way to go.
“In that case…” I said with a wicked smirk before I urged her up to her knees and then maneuvered her onto her front so her upper body was on the cushions while her ass was raised to the perfect height for me to lick her glistening pussy.
“Ah!” she yelped and gripped one of the soft blankets in her balled-up fists. “A-Alex!”
“Relax,” I told her while caressing the small of her back.
She sighed and actively tried to release the tension running through her, and I saw the moment she was successful when the half-moon scar on her right shoulder blade smoothed out from its twisted tense shape.
“There you are.” I massaged her lower back and watched in wonder as she settled lower into the cradle of her hips and went almost boneless.
My massage then moved on to either side of her hips and around to her satiny inner thighs.
Shay rolled her spine, and the way she was splayed out in front of me made my mouth water.
“Aleeeex,” she whimpered.
“Don’t come yet,” I rasped out, spread her lips with both of my thumbs, and then began to eat her out with gusto.
“Uhhnnnf!” She buried her face into one of the throw pillows scattered around our love nest and let out another long groan.
The tremors in her belly and thighs turned into miniature earthquakes as a long-awaited orgasm began to swell within her like the tide.
Her knees trembled, and her spine bowed, but right before her pleasure crested, I pulled my face back and steadied her when she almost collapsed.
“Please,” she panted as a single tear rolled across the bridge of her nose and down the cheek smushed into the cushion. “P-Pleeease, husband! I can’t take it a-anymore. Claim me!”
“Goddess, yes,” I said, and I gripped my throbbing, near-purple erection so tightly it was almost painful.
I stroked the slick velvet steel of my member a few times, and I nearly bucked into my own hand with abandon.
Oh, dear. This might not last as long as I would like it to.
“Alex, w-wait,” Shay croaked, and her hand wandered across the quilt toward the now-capsized picnic basket. She rummaged inside for only a moment before she pulled out something in her hand and handed it back to me. “I th-thought we might try something…”
I took the thing from her, and her one green eye smoldered into me to where I almost couldn’t look away, but my curiosity for the small flexible object in my hand finally had me tearing my gaze away.
In my palm was a simple looking black leather strap with a smooth circular clasp, and I immediately realized the purpose.
“Where did you get this?” I asked.
“There is a ‘special’ vendor’s cart that travels from market to market…” Shay purred. “They sell… exotic wares. Don’t worry, it will adjust automatically to fit you.”
I gaped at what was essentially the Aventoll version of a cock ring made out of black leather and clasped with a silver snap button. It looked dubious at first, but I put my trust in what Shay said and clasped the soft leather device around myself in a way that was most comfortable. Automatically, the leather seemed to shrink down to just enough to take the edge off.
“Fuuucck,” I hissed as my dick throbbed so hard I could see the tip of my curved erection actually jerk to the beat of my heart.
“Darling,” my phoenix-wife sighed and spread her knees wider. “Make love to me.”
I needed no more encouragement than that, and I knee walked up to her as I stroked my shaft so I could coat my dick with my own pre-cum.
Her pussy lips parted beautifully, and I shivered as the head of my cock was enveloped by her fierce tight heat.
Shay gasped and turned her face into the pillow as I relentlessly slid home inch by scorching inch so the both of us could adjust to the intensity.
“You feel so good,” I praised when I finally bottomed out.
The phoenix-woman merely mewled as she writhed around my cock.
I could tell it was taking all of her concentration not to come on the spot, and even though I was tempted to just thrust into her until she sobbed my name, I waited until she gained back some of her self-control.
“Move,” Shay ordered in a husky voice that brooked no argument, and I pulled out slightly before pushing tightly back in. “Ahh! Oh, Mercedes!”
“God--” I choked, and the last of my own self-control suddenly snapped.
I nearly roared as an animalistic lust suddenly inflamed my blood, and I scooped my wife up so I could thrust into her with her back against my front.
With one arm, I held her tightly across her chest, and with the other, my fingers dipped down and swirled around her engorged clitoris.
“P-Pour your seed in me, husband!” Shay gasped, and her back suddenly arched sharply as her climax crashed through her.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” I said, and I continued to pump my hips as her orgasm rolled on and on.
“Ahhooh, Goddess!” she sobbed, and her hand shook as she reached between her legs to where we were connected.
Before I could really register what she was doing, the clasp on the cock ring came undone, and so did I.
I probably shouted something, but my hearing briefly tunneled out as I had one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever experienced. Electricity raced down my spine like I’d been struck by a lightning storm, and bright flashes of color burst to life behind my closed eyelids. I shuddered violently as gush after gush of my cum shot from the ultra-sensitized tip of my cock to drench her inner walls, and I could barely hear my phoenix-wife over the roaring in my ears.
