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"Elspeth," he interrupted, his voice suddenly serious. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said, and found that she meant it with her whole being. Her body sang with it, with wanting him, with the connection she felt. Labia stretched wide around him, they opened and consumed him, though she felt full after taking only his head. Her eyes locked with his and saw her own awe echoed there. Her mouth fell open and her breaths shuddered out of her, but she held his gaze. She'd not miss a single twitch of his face. She wanted to watch him as he watched her. To drink in this incredulous look that so perfectly expressed the perfection of how they fit together.

They stayed just like that, eyes locked and breathing synced, as she descended his length. It was a languorous breaching, her channel slowly accommodating him into her slippery depths. At one point, she thought that surely he must be nearly seated, because he just went on and on, but that was the only coherent thought she was able to muster. Indeed, Aegir appeared to be similarly transfixed, staring into her eyes silently.

Eventually, she settled against the base of his cock, the short stubble of his hair brushing against her. She blinked, for what surely could not be the first time in ages, but certainly feltlike it, and circled her hips, testing the feel of him.

Each movement made her aware of how blissfullyfullshe was, how desperately they were connected, and how she needed him like breathing. How had she ever been disappointed about their bond, and what it did not do? This magic, this connection, was deeper than any magical bond could be, and truer than anything it could feign. He wasn't tied to her by anything but his own feelings, and that was more precious than any that could be dictated by magic. No, what they had was sacred, not the arbitrary decree issued by a drop of blood, but the consuming joy of two people who were swept up in their love for one another.

Love? Did she love him? Could she love him this quickly, this completely? It seemed so unlikely, and yet, connected as they were, she had trouble doubting it. Just as there was not a place within her that his cock didn't touch, so too had he claimed her heart. Looking into his eyes, she raised up on his length, moaning as he slid out of her.

"Mmm," she hummed. "You feel so good." It was the understatement of the century, but it was all she could muster.

Chapter twenty

Aegir

IN WHICH AEGIR ISN’T THE ONLY ONE WITH FANCY EQUIPMENT

"Fuck, Ellie," Aegir groaned."That's the sound I love to hear." Her laughter was a balm to his remaining worries. He knew she was workinghard to drive him wild, but his concerns over her state of mind had interfered with his pleasure. Everything she'd done had felt amazing, and he'd nearly come when she'd sucked on his cock. Those sweet lips wrapped around his length as she's fucked his leg had been so fucking delicious, he had barely been able tothink,let alone worry.

When she'd relaxed, though, the quick shift had shocked him back into his worries. Was she having another flashback? Was she beginning to panic? Would it undo all the work they'd done if he ripped out of his restraints so he could hold her? If she descended even further, he'd need to do so, but at what cost?

Luckily, she was only shifting positions and priorities, thank the Lady. Though he'd presented a collected exterior, it had required every ounce of his concentration.

The slide of her channel, paired with the sound of her laughter, was heaven and made it impossible to focus on anything else. Her teasing was luscious, and though he would certainly want her riding him hard, he also reveled in the tease. He loved the extended buildup, the approach of release and the sudden loss, the quivering anticipation before the final, explosive release. Even better, Elspeth's teasing heightened her own arousal,treating him to the best view of the glory that was Elspeth reaching her peak.

With her cunt pulsing around his length, she ground down on him, squirming and keening.

"Yes, my siren, use me. All I want is to please you. Let me make you feel good."

Elspeth threw her head back, her long hair hanging down to tickle his legs. Her eyes were unfocused and her mouth hung open. It seemed she'd lost any hope of holding out or teasing him, because she resumed her rise and fall along his cock.

He wished he could touch her, cup her perfect breasts and pinch her nipples, or grasp onto her hips as she rode, but the restraints allowed her to enjoy the moment and that he'd not give up for anything.

Her breath came out in quick pants, brushing across his neck and combining with the stimulation of his cock to push him rushing toward his own climax.

"Fuck Ellie," he said. At some point he'd begun calling her thenickname, slipping into it without thought. "Do you like how full you feel?"

Elspeth keened, sitting up to run her hands through her hair, though she nodded frantically in response.

"Perfection," he whispered. And she was. Stray hairs stuck to her face, clinging to her sweat. A flush colored her face and chest and her mouth hung open letting out a symphony of noises for him. Even her eyebrows twitched and she normally kept them so controlled. She was an utter mess, andhe'dmade her that way.

As she rode him, Aegir felt her channel shift and change around him. She stilled atop him, and then switched to swirling her pelvis and grinding down on him. Her internal ridges became more pronounced, rippling in a wave along his shaft. At her entrance, she tightened around him, choking his cock. Though he couldn't have thrust into her if he tried, he found he didn't need to. The rippling motion of her canal milked his cock, squeezing rhythmically in a sequence far more pleasurable.

Throwing his own head back, Aegir groaned. Surely there was nothing else at play here, Elspeth simply had the vagina she was born with. It was certainlynotmade for him... but he couldn't shake the thought from his head. It echoed on repeat, despite his best efforts. He knew that his Lady did not takesuch a special interest in the lives of mortals, but surely theremustbe something at play here.

"I think you might be right," Elspeth whispered.

Apparently, he'd said it aloud, the thought even more persistent than he'd realized.

Her agreement ratcheted his desire higher, making him tense and buck his hips in a desperate attempt to seat himself deeper. It was impossible, and yet he had the distinct drive to get as deep as possible, tofusewith her very being, if he could. It was something to explore in the future, to see what modifications he could make, but in that moment, it was only a desperate urge.

His mind raced, unable to settle on any thoughts specifically, instead it was a cacophony of fleeting, pleasure drenched impressions. Normally, he was almost entirely in control during sex. He needed to collect genetic material samples, after all. With Elspeth, though, he had no thought to formulate anything coherent, let alone think scientifically.

Instead, he was only the words Elspeth had used: desperate pounding want. Her pussy massaged his cock while her opening constricted around him, edging him and keeping him from his orgasm. He choked out amoan, spending what mental energy he could to induce his nodules to vibrate faster. Aegir needed to come, but more than that, he wanted Elspeth to do so. Wanted her to squeeze around his length, to feel how he filled her when she needed him, how he'd meet all her needs, but especially this one.

After a few moments, she smacked her hands down onto his chest, leaning forward and looking directly at him. Her face was deeply red, the minute pattern of her pelt more pronounced as they'd darkened with her blush. Her mouth and eyes widened as her cuntsqueezedhim. She chanted his name, whispering it into the air around them like a prayer.