Page 12 of Velvet Folds (Velvet)

Chapter 12

In which our hero seeks to learn

My feet don’t touch the ground this time.

I find her and pluck her from the meadow, lifting her into the air and kissing her as my wings beat, lifting us into the air.

“The days are too long.”

She hums in agreement. “And the nights are too short.”

The request lingers on the tip of my tongue. Take my days . But she has already told me she won’t.

I need more, but I can be patient if that’s what she and fate demand of me.

Tonight, I did not follow my usual path before I came to her. Tonight, I carry her with me as I follow a familiar route over the lands I have sworn to protect. She watches the ground with me, but her eyes turn up to the stars often.

Her smile shines more brightly than any of those celestial bodies.

And when we have checked that all of the corners of my domain are safe and secure for the night, I bring her home. I hope, one day, that she will think of it as such as well.

There are dozens of places within the castle that are walled off from the rest of the rooms and halls. The one I take her to tonight is one such place. Designed to keep my future family safe when I cannot be with them, removed from the world that might try to harm them in order to harm me.

Tonight, it will serve to keep Tybald away.

I trust the man to never interrupt or interfere.

I do not trust him to refrain from seeking out a glimpse of her.

Mrs. Pegg came to set everything to rights for me. She won’t tell Tybald which of the rooms I’ve chosen.

Alone, I can ask her what I have wanted to know all day.

“What do you want, Lucia, my sweet sacrifice? I will give you anything and everything you desire.”

Her smile is soft as she kisses me. “Right now, I want to be with you. I want to remember the way it feels to be taken by my lord.”

“I am not your lord, Lucia. Not in the way I am others’ I am at your mercy.”

“Right now, I would like to be at yours.”

Maybe she thinks I have only one desire, maybe she thinks I have only one goal. And while sinking into her velvet folds is one of my highest and most driving desires, it is not the only thing I want or need from her.

There is a large sofa here. It is old, but it was built to take the weight of four of my kind, and I sit, pulling her into my lap.

“The girl whose place you took,” I ask. “Why did you do it?”

“If you knew her, you’d understand.” Her smile is soft and I don’t need to prompt her to tell me about her friend.

The young girl who tells stories and finds join in making other people laugh is someone Lucia loves.

Telling me of Felicia turns into a story of how her mother had a fever two months ago and Lucia discovered someone had accidentally poisoned a flavored tea when they’d added green willow bark to make it go further and their own purse get heavier.

She tells me a dozen more tales and the picture she paints makes it clearer and clearer that she cares about too many people in the village to leave them.

The stories tell me there are an equal number she does not care for.

Eyes narrowing, Lucia turns until she straddles me, moving her skirt around so she can manage it.

“You got me talking.” The accusation in her tone makes me smile.

“I like knowing things about you.”

“I wasn’t talking about me.”

“Yes, you were.” I kiss her, instead of explaining that the way she smiled when she told me about the oldest woman in the village told me she likes making others happy, no matter how grand or small the task.

I lace my claws through her hair instead of telling her that I know how fulfilling she finds working with her hands from the way she described the local children’s penchant for ruining flower beds.

I am determined to learn from everything she says and does.

At this moment, I am learning that her normal clothing truly has too many layers keeping me from her velvet folds.

“You only have me for a few more hours, my lord. I wouldn’t think you’d want to waste any time.”

“No time spent with you is a waste.”

She looks like she may argue, so I steal the argument before she can make it. Kissing her to keep the words from leaving her lips.

But I do not stop her when she moves her clothing out of the way and her fingers quest until they find my cock.

I wonder if she is attempting to keep me from learning more, but I don’t ask.

There will be plenty of time to learn everything I want.

Lucia guides me into the delight of her velvet folds and I let her give before I take.

Cock cradled in her velvet folds, I pull her head back and bare her throat to me again. A few more days and I can drink from her.

I can wait a few more days.

Her velvet folds are an all-consuming need now. With her, held in place like this, I want nothing more than to breed her, to see her velvet folds covered in and dripping with my cum.

“I can settle for your nights, sweet sacrifice.” I tell her. “But I will take them all.”

I drive into her more deeply and her velvet folds wrap around me in a sweet bliss.

Mine . My queen, my love… my life.