Page 27 of Taken By the Lord of the Nocturne Court

In Kyranis’s arms, all those things seem so distant they might as well be fake.

Each thrust makes me lose my mind a little, and as I feel him tremble against me, I brace myself, ready for his cum.

I’ve only ever gone bare a few times, back in my teens when I was young and dumb. I feel no hesitation about letting him breed me though. I should. I should probably hate him and spit in his face for spying on me, but there’s no point in lying about just how hot I find him.

“Right there!” I whimper when he hits the right spot again and again, making me clench the rim of the bathtub. I might come before him if he keeps pounding into me like a machine made for satisfying hungry bottoms.

Water splashes out of the tub, but I guess that’s what the moss is there to soak up so I don’t care.

Kyranis’s raspy panting teases my ear as he whispers, “You’re all mine now. My precious Companion. Your tight hole, your pretty pink lips…” He slides his hand to my chin and slips his thumb between my lip and gums, leaving me breathless. “Who do you belong to?” He rasps, pushing into me with a hard thrust.

“P-prince Kyranis,” I mumble around his fingers, losing touch with reality altogether.

He stiffens, briefly going out of rhythm, and for a moment I worry I’ve said something wrong, but then he presses a hard kiss to my neck and rasps, “Kyran. Call me Kyran. Say my name.”

When he slides his other hand to my cock, all he needs to do is squeeze it and I go wild. I rut into his fist, impaling myself on his dick in the process, and I come so hard I might not know my name anymore, but I do know his.

“Kyran! Prince Kyran. Lord Kyran,” I cry out, shattered with the spasms that make me clench my ass harder around his thick tool.

“Yess!” He soundslike a venomous snake, and moments later, as he braces himself against me, I sense him pulse inside.

Oh fuck, he’s coming. He’s coming inside me. And it’s so perfect I can’t even put it into words.

Trembling softly, he rests his face on my shoulder, then kisses it, and finally leans back, as if to sit on his heels. But when I expect him to slide out in the process, he instead grabs my hips and pulls me with him, until I’m sitting on his still-hard cock, my head on his shoulder as we both rest.

I’m way beyond fighting him. At least for a few more hours. At least until I can think straight again.

“That… I…” I close my eyes to gather my thoughts as he holds me instead of getting ready to leave like most of my lovers. “That might have been the best fuck of my life,” I utter, weightless in his arms. My legs are spread without shame over his thighs, and I’m still catching my breath, not caring that the buttons and straps of his outfit dig into my ass.

“Really?” Kyranis—Kyran—asks before catching himself with a grunt of annoyance. “I mean… I loved it too. You feel so… so warm,” he says, hugging me while we kneel in the water.

For once, my cynical mask slips, and I smile, sliding my hand over his. My heart is still racing from the mind-bending orgasm. “You shouldn’t have been spying on me…” I mumble, so sleepy I have to fight my own eyelids to keep them open.

His laugh is raspy and so pleasant I could fall asleep to its sound. “You don’t mean it,” he says and lifts me until his softening shaft slips out of me.

My knees are marshmallows, and I’m ready to complain about having to stand up, but he holds me in his arms as if my weight is no issue for him. Kyran manages to step out of the bath while holding me without effort. I want to curl up against him and fall asleep. Is that needy? I’m so tired. He fucked my brains out, and all I want is a bit of comfort.

My eyes fly open when his finger slides between my ass cheeks. I should complain about him doing whatever he wants, but that would have been pointless. I let out a little moan, meeting his gaze as he teases a fingertip inside me.

Tomorrow, I’ll have more of a backbone.

“Will I see you before the wedding?” I ask, because I don’t want him to know that I plan to look for ways to sneak out.

The smoky shade of Kyran’s eyes is somehow warmer now that we fucked, and as he carries me out of the bathroom and toward my bed, he offers me a wide, if tired, smile. “Oh, I will not leave you out of my sight until then.”

With that, he rolls me onto the mattress, giving me a good view of the black eels moving all across his skin. They slide over hisGQabs, all the way down to the V-shaped muscles at his hips. If I were a shadow eel, I’d be slithering over there too.

He is an absolutevision. Asked to draw my perfect man, I’d draw him. And he knows it. The little smirk makes it obvious. I slide under the silky black sheet, watching him peel the wet pants down his hips.

He will be sleeping here.

Even if it’s just because he needs to make sure I stay put, he’s staying. This absolute elven hunk with beautiful long hair, the physique of an athlete, and the keen eyes of a predator will spend the night with me.

“You’re beautiful,” I give credit where it’s due, as Kyran reveals his muscled thighs and sits on the edge of the bed, struggling to get the wet leather off. In the end, he lets it plop to the floor and utters a sigh of relief.

“So are you, my precious human. From now on, I shall take good care of you,” he whispers and climbs onto the bed to join me under the covers. I should be scared, but I’m pumped out and full of cum. There’s no energy left in me to worry.

Deep down, I do want that. For someone to take care of me. To shoulder half the weight of the world. When he slides his arms around me, and his thigh parts my legs, I can feel his strength. He’d probably be able to shoulder much more than half my troubles. I like the way he takes charge even though my brain knows I’m headed for disaster.