Page 9 of A Tale of Mirth & Magic

Barra took in my exposed body, staring at me with undisguised lust. Rubbing up the length of me, he warmed up my skin with his wide hands and palmed every inch of my plump, dimpled legs. “So soft,” he murmured against my thigh.

When he reached the inner curve of my hip, he bit gently. My breathing was ragged. I could feel how wet I already was, the moisture gathering, soaking my hair.

“Please,” I whined. Knelt between my legs, he grabbed both thighs and hefted them up so that my hips were off the ground. He spread my pussy open and gave it a full slow lick from bottom to top.

“ Fuckkkkkkk ,” I breathed. He did it again, covering the full length of my entrance with his hot tongue. “ Fuck, Barra, yes, yes that feels amazing.”

I heard him chuckle, the vibration tingling through my legs as he held them tight.

I looked down again to see his big nose nudge gently against my clit.

I keened. He circled around it with his tongue, glancing up at me with a roguish look.

The more he circled my clit without touching it, the hotter and hotter I felt. My skin burned deliciously.

Flinging one of my legs over his broad shoulder, he sucked the index finger of his now free hand. I stared, transfixed, as it went in and came glistening wet out of his mouth.

Leaning down again, he poised that finger at my entrance and looked up at me again. “Is this okay?”

“Oh, fuck yes. Please .”

“Please what?” he urged, teasing me with just a centimeter of his fingertip. “Say my name, Elikki.”

I growled in frustration. “Please, Barra! Barra, Barra, Barra. I want it .”

“Good girl.” He smiled and plunged one large finger inside me.

He began to curl it toward him, over and over, slowly and relentlessly, while rubbing my clit with a gentle thumb.

My head flopped back again, lost to sensation.

I stared at the blue sky. Songbirds flew around us, trilling to each other in the trees.

Puffy white clouds drifted. When Barra replaced his thumb with his tongue, licking me quickly as his finger built up a fire inside my cunt, I squeezed my eyes shut.

I heard myself whimpering, swearing, my arms covering my face as I held on through the agonizing bliss.

Ten seconds or ten minutes, I don’t know.

Barra had full control of my orgasm, and I writhed as he brought me to the brink and took me over.

I exploded into a fiery rainbow, screaming wordlessly into the sky.

Flames traveled over my skin as he placed more gentle licks on my clit, drawing it out.

When the last fizzles faded and I was left melting into his bedroll, I laughed shakily and opened my eyes. I was a cloud in the sky—airy, free, and full. Everything around me glowed with a hazy golden light.

I smiled, reaching for Barra. He cleaned off his face with a handkerchief, then pulled my skirts down and moved up the bedroll to lay sideways against me. With his head propped up on one arm, he traced his fingers lightly over my body. Everywhere he touched tingled. I lay on my side to face him.

“You sure I can’t do anything for you?” I asked, reaching out to brush his still-damp hair back from his face.

He leaned into my touch, but said, “I’m sure. You’ve already given me exactly what I wanted.”

“I could rustle us up some breakfast?”

Barra returned my smile. “That would be wonderful. I’ll be right back.” He kissed my shoulder, then got up and strode out of the clearing.

I lay there a moment longer, limbs loose and a goofy grin on my face.

What a way to start the morning! I had pegged Barra as more of a shy, awkward type in bed.

Or quiet and serious as he pounded into me.

Didn’t expect he would be so… thoughtful.

Though I should have, from the way he’d treated me so far.

Making us dinner. Giving me his blanket.

Worrying over the hand I’d stuck in the fire.

Commiserating with me over our hatred of toads.

Even the fact that he hadn’t made a move last night.

This man was as sweet as the honey he’d drizzled into my tea…

and then licked at my command. I don’t think I’ve ever been attracted to someone like this before.

But I had to admit, Barra’s adorable kindness was really working for me for some reason.

And he was undeniably sexy, in his careful, deliberate attention. I had gotten—and given—a lot of head in my life, and that was easily near the top three. And all the others in my top ten were women, so that’s saying something.

Now if only I could figure out why he didn’t want to share his other assets.

I pondered this as I cleaned myself, pulled up my underclothes, righted my skirt, and went hunting in the saddlebags.

I found a bag of oats and began to make some porridge over the fire.

As it cooked, I grabbed a bag of walnuts and dried berries from my rucksack and stirred them in. Good enough.

I eyed the little pot of honey, abandoned on the ground, and grinned. We’ve probably used enough of that for one morning. I tucked it back into his bags and set about making us some more tea.