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“Very good,” he says in a praising tone. “Now drag a digit between your nether lips and feel just how wet you are. Do it slowly, up and down a few times.”

“Okay.” I start to draw one finger through my folds, up and down just as he instructed. Whenever I reach the top, I touch a pulsating part of me that’s extra sensitive, and I gasp and my hips lurch in response. I pause with my finger pressed hard on this location and savor the sensations.

“There it is. I believe you’ve found your clit, sweet human.” His voice still holds a note of praise, and he briefly caresses my arm, which causes my finger to resume moving up and down through my slit.

The moan that’s been building in my throat finally releases, and my face grows hotter. I commence gyrating my center against my stroking digit, eager for the times I brush over my clit.

“Good, good little female. Keep going just like that. It’s important for you to keep spreading your moisture over your clit. Later, I’m going to instruct you to circle your clit and apply a bit of pressure, but for now, I just want you to keep getting it nice and slick.”

His words cause fresh spasms of heat in my center, and I feel as though I’m burning up. Perspiration trickles down my temple, and I suddenly wish I could tear the nightdress off.

As I continue rubbing myself, taking care to spread moisture over my pulsing clit with each upward stroke, Tristan occasionally runs a hand through my hair or touches my arm to better help guide my movements.

The scent of what I think is my arousal finally reaches me, and I gasp because it’s a sweet, pungent aroma.

As though reading my mind, Tristan rubs his stubbled cheek against mine and says, “You smell delicious to me, Amelia. I pray to the gods that one day, you’ll agree to let me taste your sweetness, you’ll agree to let me feast on your slick, aching pussy.”

A series of whimpers emanate from me, followed by another deep moan. At some point, I added a second finger as I stroked without realizing it.

My fingers glide through my folds with ease because I’m so thoroughly wet. So thoroughly aroused.

“All right, sweet human, I want you to listen to me very carefully.” This time when he speaks, his lips brush my ear, and I shiver as the heated pulses between my thighs come faster.

“Dip your finger into your slick core, the very part of you that would accept a cock. Push inside just a little, gather as much moisture as you can, then drag it over your clit.”

I struggle to take in air as I follow his guidance.

I close my eyes and reach lower, until I find the part of me that’s meant to accept a cock.

I push two fingers inside, perhaps going as deep as my knuckles, and gasp at the delicious sensation of being filled up, even partially.

My back arches and my hips undulate, and Tristan’s enormous bulge presses into me from behind.

I keep my fingers submerged for a bit as I imagine it’s his cock nudging between my thighs, and he’s preparing to impale me. He’s preparing to claim me and fill me with his seed.

“Oh!” I call out, overwhelmed by the pleasure wrought from my fantasy about the huge fae male who’s holding me captive. The huge fae male who will never let me go.

“Naughty female. You aren’t quite obeying my instructions.” The scolding yet playful voice he’s using only causes my excitement to mount higher.

My clit pulsates faster even though I’m not touching it, and my core clenches around my partly submerged fingers. I keep whimpering and moaning, and I can’t quite pinpoint the moment I lost all control of my responses.

“I-I’m sorry,” I blurt. “It’s just that this feels so wondrous.

” I still haven’t removed my digits from my core.

I can’t admit that I’ve never had anything inside me before.

I can’t reveal that, despite being married, I’m still an innocent.

Maybe I’ll tell Tristan later, but not now, not when I’m so close to experiencing the bliss he promised.

I’m certain that when I remove my fingers from my core and stroke my clit, I’ll shatter within moments.

“Very well, sweet human, I suppose I can tolerate a moderate amount of disobedience from you. Just this once.” The amusement in his voice warms me from the inside out, and I relish his closeness as he places a hand on my arm again.

“Since this apparently feels so good to you, perhaps you might try thrusting your fingers—yes, I suspect you’re using more than one right now—into your core.

Go ahead. Start thrusting, and feel free to move your hips as you do it. ”

As my eyes remain shut, I withdraw my digits partially, then push back into my core. I do it again and again.

Oh, gods. Oh, yes.

The friction of the in-and-out movement steals my breath, and my center gyrates of its own accord. My nightdress shifts higher on my thighs, but I’m so lost in the pleasure that I don’t bother checking to make sure it’s still covering my nudity.

“How does that feel, Amelia?” His deep voice rumbles in my ear, delighting my senses and reminding me just how aroused he is. Throughout this entire experience, I’ve been aware of his excitement, and I know just how badly his cock is throbbing.

“It feels so good.” I whimper and revel in the feel of his hardness pressing into my lower back. Would it be wrong to suggest he seek his own pleasure after I find mine? Would it be appropriate if I watched?

“Keep thrusting your fingers into your pussy for as long as you desire, sweet human.” He keeps his hand on my arm, though his touch is light.

He’s allowing me to set my own pace. “But when you’re ready to enjoy a climax, all you need to do is circle your clit with precise motions while applying a modest amount of pressure. ”

“All right. Thank you.” My eyes finally flutter open, and I move my head to the side and look at him.

Our gazes collide and something profound passes between us.

His dark eyes are glowing with lust, and his erection feels larger than ever pressing against my back. But in addition to the erotism of the moment, there’s also a vast amount of affection.

Affection that’s passing between us like an unbreakable chain.

Like a tether between our souls.

A kiss. At this moment, more than anything, I want him to kiss me.

He starts to lean closer, and I close my eyes in anticipation of his lips pressing against mine. But it doesn’t quite happen the way I want. Instead, he places a soft, lingering kiss to my cheek.

My heartbeat quickens, and with the next thrust in my core, I drive my fingers as deep as I can manage, continuing until a pinch of pain forces me to stop.

I open my eyes and hold his stare. He cups my face and caresses his thumb along my cheek.

As I continue plunging my fingers in my core, building to a faster rhythm of thrusts as my hips keep undulating, the movement causes me to push back on his appendage.

His eyes momentarily go back in his head, and a lusty growl reverberates from his chest.

He tears his gaze from mine and peers at my center where my fingers are working furiously in and out of my core. Then I see it. I see myself from his view, a vision that flashes in my mind in perfect detail.

My nightdress has shifted so high that my pussy is on full display, and my legs are slightly parted to reveal the slickness that’s gleaming on my inner thighs.

Only a slight amount of golden hair covers my nether area, and I can see just how pink and slick I’ve become during the guided session of self-pleasure.

I gasp and look down, needing to see for myself.

“Oh!” I withdraw my digits from my core, ready to pull my nightdress back in place, when I notice how intensely my fingers are glistening. I pause mid-movement as I stare at the sight. I knew I was wet, but I didn’t realize just how soaking wet I was becoming.

Tristan’s deep, sudden growl echoes in the tent.

“Gods, Amelia, you have the most stunning little pussy. Look how wet you’ve gotten. Look at how slick and pink you are. And look right there,” he says with a gesture toward my spread center. “Right there at the top, that engorged button is your clit.”

I whimper with need, and for some reason, I don’t cover myself.

Though I’m embarrassed, and though I know it’s not proper for me to show my naked body to a male who’s not my husband, or mate, being exposed in front of Tristan adds to my excitement.

My pussy throbs and throbs, and I find myself thinking that maybe, just maybe, I should resume caressing myself while the huge fae general watches.

“Go ahead, sweet human. Touch yourself again.”