Page 79 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Three

Lira

B y the nine hells, Lira thought, head tossed back in ecstasy, Caga has a tongue piercing .

The cool metal pressed against her tender flesh, here gentle and there hard, the combination of sensations making her head swim.

Before long, she had both hands twined in his braids, holding on and guiding him as he brought her to the edge and right over it.

She came back to herself to find him kneeling at the edge of the bed, watching her, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Lira leaned up on her elbows, taking him in, the long lines of his torso, the dark tattoos and silver piercings.

She lifted her hand, crooking a finger at him.

“My turn,” she said, motioning for him to lay beside her.

He obliged, and then she knelt at the edge of the bed, slowly sliding his shorts off.

He sprung free with a glint of metal, and she giggled, eager to explore him the way he had ravaged her.

The metal bars were an odd mix of cool and warm as she took him in her mouth, the contrast urging her on.

“Much as I’m enjoying the view,” Caga managed through gritted teeth, “you need to stop that, or our evening will be tragically cut short.”

“Oh no,” Lira moaned theatrically, releasing him with a pop and replacing her mouth with her hand, “we can’t have that.”

Caga sat up, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her atop him. “No we cannot,” he agreed, “not until I have felt every part of you.” Eyes meeting hers, he slid her down his shaft, hands palming her hips as she took him all in.

Lira moaned, loving the fullness of him but also intrigued by the metal balls she could most definitely feel. “Oh wow,” she moaned, lifting up and down slowly, getting used to where the ends of the bars touched her inside. “That is amazing…”

“Worth it,” Caga agreed, and she opened her eyes to see him watching her as she slowly rode him.

She leaned down to kiss him, mouths tangling as their bodies continued the dance, pleasure building with each thrust. Caga let her find her own pleasure, then moved both of them with astonishing ease.

Lira hadn’t realized how strong the elf was, but he moved her easily enough, rolling them both so he lay atop her, the metal balls hitting a new angle as he moved in her.

“Worth it!” she yelled as their bodies pressed together. An hour or an age later, Lira found herself limp on her belly, every muscle singing with release, skin coated in a thin sheen of sweat as they both lay panting.

She glanced over at Caga, who was currently on his back, silver glinting in the firelight, and smiled. Some of his braids had come undone, stray hairs wild around his face and brushing his shoulders. He opened one eye, turning his head to look at her. A slow grin crossed his lips to match hers.

“May I assume the lady has had a satisfactory encounter?” he asked, that odd formality almost a joke between them now.

“Oh yes,” Lira told him. “The lady is thoroughly satisfied.”

“Good,” Caga said, moving to adjust himself on the bed. He slid the blankets free, then gestured for her to join him beneath. “Will you stay?”

Lira didn’t hesitate, nestling herself into his side like she’d always belonged there, their bodies aligning just as perfectly as they had before.

She lay there for a moment, listening to the fire popping as it died down.

The night sky beyond the window was still dark, though Lira could sense that dawn was only a few hours away.

She ran her finger slowly back and forth across the bars on his arm, feeling each one just below the surface.

She wondered if he would ever tell her what they were really for, if they would ever be close enough to share secrets. “This is nice,” she said, meaning it.

After tightening his arms around her for a moment, Caga’s body relaxed, and he kissed the top of her head. “It is.”

She glanced at the ceiling, suddenly not just another tavern room in another town. “I could get used to this,” she said casually, wondering how the wizard would react.

Caga moved, this time leaning up on one elbow so he could look down at her. “So could I,” he said, then kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, full of promise and potential and satisfaction.

After they paused, Lira snuggled into his side and settled herself for sleep, hoping he would let her help rebraid his hair in the morning.