Page 51 of Growing Memories (Valley of Sylveren #2)

Despite a few trying moments of late, Ollas still considered himself something of an optimist. Usually, being a believer didn’t steer him astray. Not too badly, at least.

“Are you sure?” Eunny held the last word, laughter and a hint of a challenge in her tone. “I can amuse myself until you get back.”

Ollas glanced at the wall clock. He had to squint to read the fancy indicators so many Rhellian timekeepers favored. Both the design of the face and the hands leaned more toward art than practicality. “I’ve got time.”

Always. He’d always have time for his personal goddess.

Would make it, if necessary. When she was tense or frustrated about her renewed relationship with magic, he was there.

A shoulder to lean on, or a hand to hold in quiet support.

And the days when she needed to vent about the latest change Gransen had made in the running of the repair café? Ollas lent his ear.

And for mornings such as this, when Eunny felt a particular sort of hunger an hour—less than, actually, if he’d read the clock correctly—before his first day of teaching at Triune, Rhell’s premier college?

He could offer her a few options of amenable body parts for perusal.

The advantages of faculty housing and a small campus.

“The building’s not too far from here.” Ollas slipped his tunic over his head. “I’ll run.” The rest of his clothes joined the tunic on the floor.

Eunny scoffed with mild disbelief. It didn’t stop her from rummaging in the nightstand for a contraceptive potion. “Showing up late, sweaty, and out of breath on your first day. Your students will be aghast.”

“I won’t be la- late.” His breath caught as she took him firmly in hand and pulled him closer to the bed.

With very little prompting, Ollas tumbled to the mattress.

No sooner had he rolled onto his back than Eunny straddled him.

She still wore her night slip. Only her night slip, he couldn’t help but notice, as she slowly ground against him.

How she slid. Clearly, someone had already been amusing herself this morning while Ollas went about his final prep work.

Not that he was complaining. Besides, he rather liked the garment.

It draped over her frame, the material so soft, so sheer, that it left nothing to imagination.

“Remind me again how you got out of having anything to do with a class focusing on growing our seeds?” Ollas asked, his hands settling on her hips.

“I don’t teach.” Eunny reached for the bottle of lubricant and put a few drops on her fingers. “And it’s not nothing . I’ll be there once you’re doing the hands-on stuff.”

“Sure, but they’re?—”

She wrapped her fingers around his cock and gave it a rough pump.

Ollas moaned. “That was mean.”

“I didn’t sign myself up for school. Again.” Eunny ran her thumb over his cockhead, smearing the bead of pre-come gathered at the tip. “Any more questions, Professor?”

He shook his head.

“Good boy.” She leaned down to press her lips against his in a deceptively gentle kiss. “I’ll be quick. Since you’re in a rush.”

“You don’t need to?—”

The rest of his words, his thoughts, were lost as Eunny rose up on her knees and sank onto him.

His suspicions were proven correct; she had prepared herself for him.

As much as she was able, anyway, with her beautiful, graceful, thin mender’s fingers.

Enough that she could take half of his cock on her first try before she stilled and gave him a squeeze with her inner walls.

Ollas groaned. His cock throbbed with the need to go farther, deeper.

None of this halfway shit. Eunny’s pussy was sinful, the perfect blend of tight yet yielding.

It beckoned, urged him to press in. Ollas didn’t know how, but he’d swear on the Earthen’s shrine that she did it on purpose, as if she knew how to make herself have just enough give.

The kind that tempted an awkward little bean with gallant intentions to forget himself and plow her into the bed.

He gripped her waist, tugging with small, innocuous motions as his hips began to rise.

Eunny swatted at his hands. “Behave.” She rose up until only his tip remained, desperate, inside of her. “Or I’ll send you off to class while I enjoy the bag of fun times Gransen gave us.”

The most piteous sound came out of Ollas’s mouth, but he let his hands drop, and his ass went flat on the bed.

With a self-satisfied hum, Eunny began to move.

She sank onto him again, sitting back on her heels as much as she could.

She rose up and did it again, and again, a little faster each time.

A little farther. She started to pause, sometimes at his tip, other times when she had most of his length snugly held, and give him a squeeze.

Constrained by her warning, and threat, Ollas only allowed himself minimal—so small he could blame it on the natural motion of the bed—thrusts to meet her more purposeful ones.

But when she began to tighten around him, her eyes closing, head tipping back as she finally could lower herself flush against his groin, his control disintegrated.

He was hard enough to burst with just a tiny bit of prompting, his body trembling with the pressure of holding himself back.

A slight change of angle, tap her in the right place, and he could?—

“Wait for me,” Eunny said between gasps.

Ollas groaned. He needed to touch her. Something, anything to sate the urge for roughness without defying her command.

His fingers crept along her thighs, not pulling down but grasping merely to feel her flesh in his hands.

Her eyes pinched shut again, her breaths soft moans.

Her nipples had formed points, poking at the thin slip.

Gods, but did he love the way her tits bounced when she rode him.

Loved her enthusiasm. Everything about her, really, even the sweet torture she put him through.

Finally, she collapsed forward, her hands going to his shoulders as she used him for leverage. He slid his palms over the curve of her ass, and he couldn’t help himself but to let his fingers grab hold. When she shifted, making her shapely muscle flex in his hands, Ollas was done for.

“Now, love? Please?” he begged.

Eunny nodded.

His grip on her ass tightened. His pelvis canted up to meet her as she bore down.

A few short, deep bucks into her, tilting her just enough for a light bit of friction against her clit, and she was gone.

Her pussy fluttered around him, enveloping his cock with a series of contractions felt all throughout his body.

It was bliss, easily enough to get Ollas to let himself go.

His balls drew tight as his thrusts stuttered.

His cock pulsed alongside her clenching waves, his climax adding his own brand of heat.

She flopped on top of him, smiling against his chest when he grunted in weak protest. She reached up, batting around until she found his cheek and gave it a pat. “You better get running.”

Ollas nuzzled the side of her neck, drunk on her musk. “Don’t bathe.”

“Ever?” She snorted, rolling off him and onto her back.

“Until after class.” He scooted down so he could position himself between her thighs. The sight of his spend, creamy white against her dark, slickened folds, made something deep and primal rumble in his chest. “No, you’re right. Never is best.”

His seed threatened to leak out. Ollas pressed it back in, entranced by the sight of his fingers burying his come inside of her.

“Nev!” Eunny yelped as his thumb circled her clit. “You’re going to be late.”

Ollas glanced at the clock. “I’ll sprint.”

Fresh off her first orgasm, she didn’t need any more warming up. He shoved three fingers in her as he lowered his mouth to her clit.

“ Nev !” Eunny’s back arched as her hips tried to dance away, but Ollas wrapped his free arm around her leg to keep her in place.

His fingers worked her over, not ruthless but, as he liked to think of it, efficient.

In their relatively short time together, he had dedicated himself to learning the precise pleasures of his goddess.

After all, he believed in the value of a good education.

Eunny squirmed as his tongue lapped at her most sensitive part.

He tasted some of the odd slipperiness of the lubricant, a bit of his tang and salt, but mostly her sweetness.

It did something to his brain, made him almost tingly numb with pleasure, a sensation only eclipsed by the feeling of her writhing as she came again on his fingers.

Ollas pressed a soft kiss to her clit, then nipped at her thigh, grinning when she whined. He slid away. “Remember about the bath.”

He performed the fastest, probably-not-very-effective washup while also dashing around their small apartment, yanking on clothes. Fuck, he was going to be late. Worth it, but not a great look for his first day. Thank the gods they’d be outside today, doing a ground assessment.

“Nev.” Eunny sat cross-legged on the bed. She beckoned him closer with the crook of a finger. “Your tunic is on backwards.”

“Shit.” He went over to her, dragging his arms through the armholes so she could reorient the garment.

Instead of fixing his clothes, Eunny rose up on her knees, one arm snaking around his neck to pull his head closer. She kissed him, slowly, letting her fingers trail down his front.

“Eun—” Ollas tried to speak, but her tongue slid into his mouth.

Arms pinned by his clothing, he was helpless to stop her roving hand.

He supposed he could’ve stepped away, but no part of his traitorous body entertained the thought seriously.

In truth, he was all too willing to return her kisses.

Lean into her touch. One particular part of him was ready to skive off silly things like professional responsibility and prior commitments in favor of falling back into bed.

She gripped his cock through the front of his trousers, coaxed it back to hard in just a few firm strokes.

Sucked his lower lip into her mouth, humming so sweetly to him.

The sound and pressure made Ollas tremble, a shiver running down his spine.

Down his cock. It bobbed against her hand as an ache settled in his balls. Eunny smiled against his lips.

Then she abruptly drew back. “If I have to wait in discomfort”—she spun his tunic around to the correct position and tapped his chest—“so do you.”

“What?” Ollas said, dazed.

She peered down at him, at the tent his cock was trying to pitch in his trousers. She grinned, nudging him toward the door. “Get going.”

Ollas moaned. Forget sprinting; he’d need to sprout wings to get there in time.

Still grumbling, he kissed her hard and quick, maybe even a tad petulant. With a pointed look, he flipped his cock up behind his waistband and stumbled out the door.

THE END

Thank you for reading Growing Memories. I hope you enjoyed Eunny and Ollas’s happy ending.

The fight against the Eyllic poison concludes with Calya and Nocren in Mistral Hearts (Valley of Sylveren #3) , coming in March 2026.