Page 11 of Mischief Maker

Chapter Nine

Faela

O h, I have never felt a feeling so sinful as this. It is delightful. Sensational. I want Kireth touching every part of me, his hands teaching me the edges of my body, his mouth showing me how to play his tantalizing game.

I know for certain I want him inside of me.

It is a primal feeling, an urging from down deep in my belly for that soft mushroom head to open me up so I can draw it into my depths.

The channel between my legs is clenching and opening again, over and over, as that stiff cock runs across me while Kireth carries me up the stairs.

When we are safely inside my room, he lowers me to the bed. I release his neck and fall back onto the quilt where I am, to my surprise, not ashamed to have him see me—all of me.

He drags in a harsh breath as his eyes drink me up. His pupils are huge and dark, absorbing almost all the red. Perhaps even his horns have grown, now longer and radiating out even farther from his head.

“You are beautiful,” he says, voice barely more than a whisper, as he drags a talon down from my collarbone to my belly. “The loveliest creature I’ve ever seen.”

I do not believe he’s telling me a lie. No, by the look in his eyes, the way his tail curls with pleasure behind him, he has seen something divine appear and the only person in the room is me. It is baffling, that he would want me, a nothing of a girl.

“I’ve felt that way about you since the moment you appeared to me,” I say, exposing everything I’ve been keeping locked up. But I feel I can trust him with these words now, the Kireth who went on a quest to help my little farm.

That mischievous grin returns, the one that plays at the corners of his mouth and hints at what else is to come.

My god crouches over me, his knees trapping my hips, and brings one clawed hand up underneath my breast to gently tease my nipple.

If I thought that felt marvelous, it doesn’t compare to when he brings his head down and those perfect lips latch onto me.

Against my will, my back arches, pushing my breast further into his mouth, and his cock surges where it prods at my thigh.

“A marvelous creature,” Kireth whispers as he moves to pay attention to my other nipple. “So willing for me.”

I am. I would do anything he asked if it meant he would keep unleashing this tumult of bliss across my body.

While he licks and nips at my breasts, his hand ventures down until his claws are squeezing the thickest part of my thigh.

I sense he is holding himself back for my pleasure, for my comfort, and I’m not sure I want him to.

I long to see the real Kireth, the true Kireth, hiding underneath the exterior of a self-assured immortal. So I whimper his name, and he lifts his head from his attentions, a look of concern crossing his face.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, brow furrowed. I didn’t expect this considerate side to him.

“No.” I shake my head forcefully. “I just...” How do I put to words what I want?

I seek a fulfillment that only he can give me, something that will ease the growing heat between my legs.

“I need you,” is all I can think to say, and this time his smile is wide and whole and full of an emotion I can’t quite place.

“Ah, yes,” he says, kissing the valley between my breasts. “I understand.”

I’m glad he does, but when he lowers himself so his head is over my hips, I’m not so sure anymore. I know that thick cock of his belongs inside me, and it doesn’t look like he’s about to grant my wish.

“Kireth?” I ask as he shifts us so he’s crouched between my knees. He holds up a hand, and there’s a shhk! sound as his claws withdraw.

I didn’t know they could do that.

“Will you trust me?” he asks, running his now smooth fingertips up and down my thighs. I long for him to edge just a little closer, to find the curls at the juncture of my legs and dip underneath them.

“Of course,” I say, because I do.

I gasp as his cool hand slides between my thighs and, with a gentle nudge, urges them apart. My legs obey immediately, widening enough that he sighs with satisfaction.

No one has ever seen me there, in my most vulnerable place, but what do I have to hide from an immortal being?

One who has probably lain with thousands of others?

I try not to let the jealousy rise in me, fierce and hot—but I’m distracted from it immediately by a gust of cool air on my sensitive skin as Kireth dips his head between my legs.

“Oh!” My pussy tightens and then releases again as he breathes on me, and there’s a steady warmth building there as he peers up over my mound of curly hair.

He chuckles. “I haven’t even touched you yet.

” He licks the tip of his index finger, sensually lapping at it with his pink tongue, wetting it until it’s dripping.

His eyes don’t leave mine as he lowers it and softly runs it across my outer folds.

I’ve touched myself there, of course, but it has not prepared me for the way he’s caressing me, teasing just the ridges of me as a droplet of liquid seeps down.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he says with delicious approval. “I will make sure you are a sad girl no longer.”

The pad of his finger slides down and I gasp, all my muscles curling up instinctively as he passes over the sensitive nub hidden there.

It feels like pure light. Then he returns, and this time I’m prepared for the pleasure that barrels through me when he stops and swishes his fingertip back and forth.

The light is expanding, becoming more and more blinding.

Kireth laughs at my wriggling. “Just like I thought. It won’t take much.” It seems he’s had his fill of my clit, so he moves his fingers downward toward that starving place beneath it.

But then I feel something wet and hot on me, and I cry out when I realize an immortal demon is licking me between the legs.

My thighs squeeze together at the sudden spark of glory that shoots up through my body.

“Relax, lovely,” he says, dropping his mouth again to that beautiful, incredible, wonderful spot. I try not to trap his head this time as that bountiful delight ripples through me, over and over as his tongue dances with my body the way it played with my tongue.

I understand much more now.

While he lazily laps at me, each pass making me writhe and moan, I feel Kireth shifting. Soon a finger prods at my opening, spreading around all the liquid gathered there. Then he presses it inside me.

Instinctually I draw back at the pressure, but he’s insistent, holding my hips in place with one hand while he explores me with the other.

“It will feel good,” he promises, nudging at me again.

That spasming has returned, and I’m opening and closing while he continues licking me, harder and faster.

After applying more pressure, the finger slips inside me, and oh, it feels like sunshine and warm breezes when it fills me up.

My hips buck against his mouth, and Kireth chuckles.

“It will be so good making you come for me,” he says, half to me and half to himself.

I don’t know what he means, but now a pressure is growing right where his finger has begun thrusting inside me, where his tongue is tantalizing me endlessly. That blinding light swells and takes over my vision, and the nearly painful pressure suddenly releases, blowing me over with the force of it.

And is it joyous. I cry out as my god continues to shove that finger so marvelously into me, his tongue working at a feverish pace. In seconds, another sharp burst hits me, and I feel myself suddenly leaking.

Kireth groans, and his mouth sucks up everything.

“There we are,” he murmurs, sitting upright. His eyes are hooded and full of a burning lust, so plain on his face that I would blush if I weren’t already panting and hot. His cock is curved upward, the bright gray head underneath oozing some kind of white liquid.

I know exactly where I want that to go. But I reach out to it first, and Kireth’s eyes widen.

“Oh?” He takes his cock in his hand and sits up so I can reach him better. “What do you think of it?”

“I want to know what it feels like.”

He grins and urges me on.

My touch is hesitant at first, but when Kireth sucks in a sharp breath and tilts his head back, I grow more adventurous.

I want to feel the full heft of it, the promise of it, to try to understand how this great big swollen thing will fit inside me.

As I run my hand up and down, the skin over his cock’s soft head moves, revealing even more light flesh.

I lean down, and, as he did for me, brush my tongue over just the slit at the tip.

Kireth moans, and his hand finds my hair. “You must be kidding,” he whispers to himself. “Faela, you are a goddess in your own right.”

I continue exploring with my tongue, circling the head, watching his reactions.

He tastes like the river with just a touch of salt.

When I slip his cock between my lips, he groans and leans back on the bed.

It is a marvel that I can do to him what he did for me as I swallow him up and then draw him back out again.

Abruptly, Kireth puts his hands on my shoulders and tugs me away.

“I’m not ready to go off yet,” he says, his voice a little strangled. He has lost some of his composure, and I see a glimpse of the true, uncertain Kireth peering out. His arms wrap around me as he lowers me to the bed, kissing my nose, staring into me with his bright red eyes.

“I want to take you all the way there,” he says in a low, rasping voice. “Will you come with me?”

I don’t have to think before I respond. “Yes. I will.”

It’s all he needs. My god reaches down between my thighs once more and runs his fingers through my slickness like a sled over a snowy hill.

He puts one fingertip inside me, and I gasp underneath him until suddenly, there are two.

I fall still as the second one starts to work its way through my tight entrance.

It is too much. I can’t take it.