Page 62 of The Rake OR The Orca Who Met His Match in a Selkie Desiring Revenge

IN WHICH BOATS HAVE ROPES

Elspeth's blood rushed inher ears as she knelt before Aegir. Her vision narrowed to him, and for a moment she worried she might pass out. Instead, she focused on him. The white wings on either side of his head where his markings were when shifted. His strangely rounded ears. The way the rope dug into his arms and thrust his chest toward her. The flickering light of the lanterns played across the expanse of his chest and stomach, highlighting areas in turn, as if providing a tour. See here, it seemed to say, how his stomach flexes with each of his breaths?

Aegir was perfection incarnate. It was no wonder that he had crafted his body to be beautiful, otherwise she would’ve found it hardto believe he was real. His eyes followed her every move intently. She shivered with the reminder that she was his prey. And yet, she held all the power in their current situation. As opposed to feeling helpless, as she had so often in the past, the power bolstered her, driving back the forces of memories and flooding her with the now.

Considering that the feeling of power helped her stay present, Elspeth toyed with the bottom of her chemise. Aegir's eyes shifted there, licking his lips in anticipation. She shifted her weight, drawing up the hem until it hit her thigh, and then pursing her lips.

"Perhaps, perhaps it isn't time yet..." she mused.

Instead, she settled herself on his lap, squirming down on his trapped hardness, and snuggled into his neck. At first, she just held him. She breathed in the scent of him and allowed his warmth to permeate her.

"Mmmmm," she purred in his ear. "You feel so good." She ground down onto him and groaned. She thought she'd just tease him a bit, but she quite liked the sensation herself. Shifting, she positioned his length until it was under her clit and rocked herself forward. It wasperfect. She didn't even feel the slightest twinge of stress, likely because there was a layer ofclothing between them, but it seemed a delicious place to start.

Aegir moaned beneath her, shifting so he could buck up into her. His face was already flushed, and though his smile was cocky, she could see beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. "Oh, do you like that, my siren?"

She nodded her head, riding his cock and doing her best to stay present. “I like when you call me that, too… your siren.”

"Do you feel how fucking hard you make me?" he asked. "My pants are already sopping wet from my dripping, so don't worry about sliding all over them."

Elspeth whimpered at the image, feeling like things were quickly getting out of hand. How was it he was the one tied up, the one at her mercy, and yet she was the one whimpering? Perhaps she was just too pent up? Yes, that was it. If she came once, then she could clear her head and get back to torturing him properly.

Elspeth anchored herself on his shoulders and bucked into him. The motion reminded her of when she'd ridden on his back, and she had a wicked idea. Judging by his face, hereallyenjoyed seeing her get worked up, and perhaps hearing her. If he ever carried her again, she would need to teasehim by getting off on his back. Her heart beat fast, her pulse pumping through her neck, making her dizzy with desire.

He was the perfect amount of pressure underneath her, and when she caught his lips in a kiss, it shot through her like lightning. His soft lips compressed under hers, sliding until he opened his mouth and tangled his tongue with hers. Everything was hot, wet, slippery, and dripping with sex, and they were both at least still partially dressed.

She broke their kiss to gasp for breath. He was consuming her so fully that she gulped it down. Aegir took the opportunity to shift to kissing her neck, nibbling his way to her ear. He sucked it into his mouth, groaning when she bucked into him.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled into her ear. "I don't know how you could ever think this isn't enough, because any time you touch me is a revelation."

Revelation?If he was spouting words like that, then he was not nearly worked up enough. Here she was, writhing atop him, about to lose her mind, and he could say worlds like a revelation? It simply wouldn't do. In retaliation, she dragged her hands down his chest until she cupped his pectorals and tweaked his nipples.

He gasped and pulled back from her neck so hard he smacked hishead on the column.

"Ignore that." He grimaced. "Please don't stop."

That was more like it. The idea of coming first slid to the wayside as she began to truly enjoy torturing him. She moved back along his legs so she could pull one nipple inside her mouth, pinching it between her teeth. Aegir yanked at his bonds, arms flexing to pull them both up off the ground. She must have done a good job securing them, because the ropes took the weight without complaint. This was gettingfun,she decided. She quite enjoyed having him at her whim. What was better, and, arguably, more important than it being fun, was the fact that it also felt safe. She felt no trace of her previous panic, and she was going to seize the day for as long as that happened. Sliding herself lower, Elspeth dragged her fingers over the button fall of Aegir's trousers. His cock strained in its confines there, and she licked her lips at the prospect of freeing him. Her eager fingers made quick work of the dual rows of buttons, and she was inordinately pleased with herself when she noticed how red, swollen, and dripping it was when released. Aegir buried his face in his arm and moaned. His breath came out in frantic pants, and Elspeth wondered if he was always like this, or was something he only shared with her.

Aegir used his bonds to lift himself from the ground and allowed her to free him of his trousers.

Settling herself on all fours above him, Elspeth lowered herself to become better acquainted with his cock. It looked much like any other she’d seen, though, of course, there were no faint pelt markings over it. Instead, it was long and smooth, matching the color of his skin, with raised veins in a delectable pattern. Because it had been trapped inside his trousers, she hadn’t had the opportunity to touch it. His foreskin still covered his tip. She pulled it back, revealing his swollen cock head and the bead of pre-cum pooled at his head. Smiling deviously, she flicked her tongue out to taste him. Smooth and slightly salty, Elspeth loved the slick texture of it. She grasped him in her hand and firmly guided his length to her mouth.

Sliding her chemise off, she sighed when the entirety of her body was naked and pressed against his, her cunt nestled on one of his calves. As she swirled her tongue around his glans, Elspeth realized that his muscular leg underneath her would be perfect for grinding. She settled into a rhythm, using her mouth and hands in combination to please theentire length of him she could not fit in her mouth and working her cunt on him in concert. Heat flooded through her, and each grunt or moan Aegir made only drove her pleasure higher. Her sensitized nipples dragged over his hairy thighs, and even the length of her legs suddenly felt like an erogenous zone where she touched him. Though she had never been one to prefer being in control, she had to admit that Aegir’s plan was bearing fruit.

“How—how are you feeling? Is this working? Oh, God, I can shut up if you need me too!” He was babbling, of all things, this ridiculously self-confident, and experienced man wasbabblingunder her ministrations!

"It's perfect," she reassured. Aegir nodded his head, squirming and grimacing like he was holding himself back.

Between how sensitive she was, and the sounds Aegir made, Elspeth was quickly hurtling toward her first orgasm. It took every ounce of concentration she had to stay focused on worshiping his cock, because her clit was so sensitized, her grasping cunt so desperate to be filled.

At the thought of being filled, she could take no more. With one final buck, she came, grinding herself on his leg and sucking like shemight extract the serum of youth from his thick font.

"Elspeth, I—aaaugh," Aegir whimpered, face twisted with effort.

Miraculously, he didn't come. He was clenched from head to toe, but he resisted. Perhaps, though, it wasn't miraculous. Hecould usehis magic to accomplish some compelling things, after all. Really, he deserved a reward.

Or, perhaps she deserved one, with how well this was working. Either way, it truly didn't matter, because the reward was the same. After taking a moment to catch her breath, Elspeth climbed his body, kissing her way up his gently rounded stomach, to suck briefly on his nipple, and finally his lips. Panting had left them dry, but she licked them wet again, slipping her still sensitized clit up the length of his cock. He fit perfectly within the cleft of her folds, slipping between with ease.

Bracing herself on his shoulders, Elspeth broke their kiss to raise herself above his cock. When she felt the brush of his cockhead against her weeping core, it was her turn to whimper. Gods, he felt so hot and slick, so smooth and steady.