Page 61 of The Rake OR The Orca Who Met His Match in a Selkie Desiring Revenge
He doffed his shirt, flinging it on to a large wooden box that would be filled with over 200 bottles of wine and their latest batch of munitions stolen from the Empire. They seemed to be experimenting with new technology lately and the more they could learn about it, the better.
Elspeth waved him over to a column, suddenly awkward as if she hadn't any idea what to do next. That was just fine, he was happy to ask.
"Would you like me sitting or standing?"
She seemed to consider it, a wicked smile breaking across her face like the sun through the clouds. That smile lit him up and made him shiver.
"Sitting I think," she said. "I don't want you to fall if your knees buckle."
"Oh, she's a saucy minx!" he said, sauntering over to a column and sitting on the ground.
"I can have a good time sometimes," she said, putting her hands on her hips.
"I have to say," he said, lowering himself to the ground in front of the column. "I am quite fond of this Elspeth who is in charge of her own pleasure."
"Thank you," she said. "Ihave to say, this feels good so far."
Aegir set his back against the column, the smooth wood cool against his heated skin. Elspeth made him want to combust, sauntering around in his robe, wielding a rope at him. It wasn't even so much that she seemed powerful, because she did, and that was stunning, but it was more that she wastaking controlof her destiny. For the first time, apprehension did not taint her desire, and he wanted to crow with how much it pleased him.
Once he was settled, Elspeth approached and looked at him questioningly. "What do I do now?" she asked.
He talked her through tying the knots, explaining how she could anchor them on the column and the hook for the lantern and how she could loop them around his skin to make sure they didn't chafe. It was all he could do to keep his mind from picturing her with the rope crisscrossing her gorgeous breasts, denting into her stomach, and dimpling her thighs. She had a lovely amount of squish that he could imagine how the rope would displace in ways that made him shiver.
Once she was done, Aegir shivered at the sight of her. He was so exposed, so vulnerable. She could do whatever she wanted to him, and he wasdesperatefor it. Not only did he want her to take control of her own pleasure, but his cock was leaking, wetting the front of his trousers thinking about what she would do to him. She'd yet to touch his cock, and he could nearly come just from the thought.
He blinked and shook his head. No—he wouldn't go down that path. Next thing he knew, hewouldbe coming in his pants and then he'd have to muster his lunula to make a good show of it for her.
Elspeth closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. With a shrug and a tug, she dropped his robe, letting it flutter to the ground around her feet. She wore only a sheer chemise, and was truly perfection incarnate. He couldn't have created a more perfect specimen of sensuality if he had tried. Her breasts were ripe for tasting, their nipples erect and begging for his tongue. That he would not be allowed to sample them before she decreed only stoked the fire of his want. His mouth watered at the sight of her, wondering what parts of her he would get to taste. It wasn't often he was restrained or not in control, but he salivated at the thought of doing it for her.
Please let me taste her exquisite cunt, he thought. He hadn't aimed the thoughtdirectlyat the Lady. It seemed blasphemous to ask for sexual things specifically, but hehadread Sirin's latestdiscovery on the matter, and he thought she might be amenable, anyway.2
When Elspeth stepped closer, he couldn't help but focus on her slick lower lips and how they slid over one another. Was she wet already? Did she like the idea of being in control? He couldn't ask. Elspeth knelt down, and there was nothing submissive about the way she looked at him. She ran her hands up his legs, the light touches skittering along his nerves like lightning. His skin was alive, poised for her touch, hyper sensitized to any attention she deemed him worthy to receive. Because that was the real victory here. Anything she did, she did because shewanted to. After what all she'd endured, she deserved to seek her pleasure, to reclaim it, and he was lucky to be the medium she used to do so.
How could she not see? If he played even the smallest part in helping her heal, he was lucky for it. She made him better by letting him help her. All of his work, his spying, the information he gathered. It was nothing compared to helping her regain whatever it was the Empire had taken from her.
The lantern light flickered, playing across her skin and taunting him withhow it licked across her breasts. Elspeth crawled toward him on her knees, and sweet Lady, she had to know what she was doing to him, didn't she? Surely she must know how the very sight of her tortured him. A strand of hair fell over her shoulder, and Aegir instantly remembered the spot of slightly stiff carpet that had held drops of saltwater from her hair.
Perhaps someday she would let him suck on her hair, to lave the salt from it, to chase it as it dried on her skin, to indulge in the way it flavored her nipples and mixed with the scent of her. As embarrassing as it was, he groaned, just imagining how the taste of the ocean would mix with the sweet tanginess of her cunt to form a bouquet of flavors.
Aegir was breathing rapidly by the time Elspeth approached him, her hands burning a brand across his chest where she touched him. Surely he should not be this enamored, this pathetic, simply waiting for her touch. But the second she did, his cock jumped into his trousers, begging for her. Hopefully, she didn't notice it.
Or hopefully, she did.
Maybe she would and she'd unbutton his fall front and take him in hand.
Fuck, how perfect her tiny hand will look around my cock.The image was almost too much to bear.
He had thought little about it, he realized, the shape of his cock. He'd not prepared anything interesting. In fact, in his sleep, it seemed he'd reverted to his human form. In taking stock, even his ears were boring, rounded human ears, not even the elongated ones he'd grown used to. Briefly, he considered some sort of enhancement, but another part, a more vulnerable part, wanted her to seehim.The things he could come up with were wonderful, and he was rightfully proud of them. Vibrating ridges, his cock pocket, a knot, of course were all wonderful. But also, he wanted her to wanthim. Not just the things he could do. And his cock, his regular, ole human cock, was weeping for her, begging for her attention. If she could want this, wanthim, with no other enhancements, that would be perhaps the best moment of his life.
Steeling himself, he prepared to do... nothing. It shouldn't have been brave to leave it alone, but hehadpromised her something interesting the next time. But maybe the "something interesting" was of her own devising.
1. Anecdotally, it seems that shifters who shift into a predator form are especially wont to this behavior.
2. We’ve recently located a journal belonging to our Lady, and learned, in her own words, that she is quite the student of the sensual arts.
Chapter nineteen
Elspeth