Explicit Interlude 5.1

(This mini-chapter contains explicit sexual content. If that’s not to your reading taste you can skip on to the next chapter without missing any story elements)

I turned to the side and prepared to walk back to the wing of the palace with my quarters when Crynn’s hand clasped my elbow once more and drew my attention back to her.

The deep blush had returned to her cheeks. “What you said a few minutes ago about waiting until I’m ready. What if I don’t want to wait?”

A big grin broke out on my face. I’d suspected from the beginning that Crynn harboured feelings for me and the bond had shown that to be true, but I hadn’t anticipated the heat of need that pulsed through the bond. Unfettered ardour had been unleashed.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Very much so,” she answered. “Not to sound like a fatalist or anything but we don’t know how much longer we have. I’ve waited too long for this already. My father, curse his blasted name, was right about one thing. If you want something, gather your strength and take it.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my embrace. Our lips met and Crynn melted into my arms. We stood there enjoying the feel of each other and ignoring the titters of the palace staff who walked by. Catching me in a tryst was not unusual an occurrence.

That is until a new voice punctured the veil of comingled ardour.

“Captain Pervo strikes again, why am I not surprised,” Ana huffed.

Our kiss broke and I glanced up to see the small blonde with her hands on her hips. “I came looking to discuss tomorrow’s raid. LT told me,” she clarified when I looked at her quizzically. “But it looks like you to need to get a room. Call me when you’re done.”

With a shake of the head, Anastasia stalked off down the corridor.

Crynn giggled in my arms at the blonde’s antics.

“She is right about one thing, we probably should get a room,” I suggested.

“Yes, before Nazz gets wind of this and you get the ‘talk’.”

We could both do without the casual threats of me joining the ranks of the eunuchs if I hurt Crynn. Not if we wanted to make the most of the time we had available.

“This way. I know a shortcut.” I told her, pulled a tapestry out of the way, and pressed a concealed button to reveal a hidden stairway. These passages were used by Doyle and his security teams and would let us get to the corridor outside my chambers, unseen by any but them.

My companion laughed and rushed up the stairs beside me as the hidden door slid shut behind us. In no time, we were in the wing with my living quarters and barrelled through a door to a room set aside specifically for sexy fun.

Crynn came to a grinding halt and her eyes swept over the many accoutrements that lined the walls. Every toy you could imagine had been hung or placed on shelves for easy access. Not to mention the much larger frames, benches, and cages that flanked the very large bed in the centre.

“Holy fuck!” she whispered in shock.

“First time in the pleasure chamber?” I chuckled. “I’m surprised Shana hasn’t brought you in here to show it off before.”

“This was her idea?”

“She is much kinkier than she lets on. An absolute wild woman with very few boundaries. Don’t worry, I have no expectations beyond us doing what you desire. We can use as many or as little as you want.”

“I just want you,” Crynn replied huskily and leapt into my arms her legs squeezing around my hips. The grey-skinned woman ground her hips into my groin and found steel beneath the fabric of my pants.

“That can be arranged.” I grinned and crushed my lips to hers, tongues mingling while I carried her toward the middle of the chamber.

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At some point, our clothes came off, either placed in inventories or pulled off in wild abandon as the passion between us grew. We were both Acheronian and this was part of our nature. The distraction Crynn provided meant I missed the mattress of the bed and ended up knocking her back into one of the bedposts. The head-height shackles that hung from the bedpost jangled as they were disturbed and drew the attention of two pairs of eyes.

“It might be a shame not to use some of this stuff,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Are you sure?”

Crynn nodded and lifted the arms that had been wrapped around my neck into the air. Her leg muscles tensed and helped hold her in place. With care not to let her fall, I secured the padded straps around her wrists and pulled them tight. Crynn released her grip around my waist and let her feet settle on the thick, black carpet of the floor and her cheeks flushed with heat.

I pulled on a lever and raised the shackles higher until her arms were locked tight upwards and her heels couldn’t quite make contact with the ground. With my lover secure, I stepped back to admire her beauty.

The arms-raised position accentuated her figure and showed off her lissom athleticism. Her breasts were raised and slightly crusher together. The grey nipples were small bullets of hardness, and I could smell the need emanating from her shaven mound of Venus.

“Comfy?”

“Not really, I think I need a tall, handsome man to distract me.”

“I’m not sure we have any of those around, will I do?”

“Stop teasing, Torin. Come over here and screw me,” Crynn begged and tried to scoot forward but didn’t get very far before falling back against the varnished wood of the tall bedpost.

“Patience, my dear,” I crooned back. “Good things come to those who wait.”

I drank in every inch of her body, examining her from every angle until I thought she’d had enough of the subtle torture. It was time to move on to the next stage. I stepped forward and traced fingers along her skin, flicking her nips when the opportunity arose. Crynn shuddered in anticipatory pleasure and her skin goose bumped wherever I toyed with her.

Finally, after teasing her to a peak of frustration, my hands settled on the V of her thighs and inched their way to her labia only to move away before parting her folds at the last second.

Crynn yelped in disappointment, but not for long. I pulled her legs apart, lifted, and threw them over my shoulders while I knelt on the carpeted floor. Her thighs rested either side of my face and with a cheeky grin up at her eyes-wide expression above, shoved my nose into her dripping cunny and inhaled deeply.

“You smell fucking divine!”

“That’s nothing compared to how I taste,” Crynn responded brazenly, any inhibitions completely gone.

I didn’t require a second invitation and my mouth dove into the delectable feast in front of me.

“Gods, yes!” she cried and thrust her quivering pussy against my face and tongue that already quested deep into her folds. The decision to help her by taking two handholds of her pert ass was an easy one to make. My fingers and thumb squeezed the rounded peaches while my lips and tongue grazed the petals of her flower.

Crynn’s juices had a slight tartness, subtle, but not unpleasant, something I would happily come back for again. It dribbled down my chin and a tiny droplet fell past my chest and miraculously landed on the bobbing rod below, which only made me harder. She came quick under my aggressive ministrations which was just as well as I didn’t want to wait any longer.

The earlier teasing had also taken a bit of a toll on me.

“Yes, yes, yes…ooh!” Crynn barely ceased moaning or spasming even when I suddenly stood, lifting her legs high into the air, until her toes could tickle her earlobes.

Face to face, I moved in and kissed her deeply, tongue questing for the back of her mouth. Crynn mumbled in ecstasy as we kissed and then bucked in surprise when I pressed her back against the post and guided my cock to her dripping entrance. The helmet of my rod circled her cunny a couple of times getting nice and slick and then pushed past her lady lips in a smooth thrust.

It was a tight fit and required several back-and-forth gyrations until I was able to fully hilt my dick inside of her. Crynn’s body was supported by mine pressing her firmly against the post and my arms gripped behind for some extra leverage and then the pumping began.

Slow at first, but with a pace that continued to build.

The Acheronian woman was forced to break our passionate liplock as a new wave of pleasure ripped through her. “Fuuuucccckkkkk! So…so…b…big.”

“I never get tired of hearing that,” I grunted in her ear and pumped my shaft deep into her.

“Har…harder!”

“Or that.” I grinned and did my best to meet my lover’s request, but I was already slamming my cock into the depths of her vulva at a frenetic pace. I don’t think Crynn cared provided I didn’t contemplate stopping.

She did not need to fear on that count.

But all things must come to an end and not too much later, we reached a mutual crescendo. My length found that extra level of hardness, balls spasmed, and I squirted a big load of creamy spunk into the clutching, orgasming, grey velvet tunnel.

“Hot damn,” Crynn whispered breathlessly, shuddering in my arms, as we came down from our mutual finish.

“Are you okay,” I asked and released the clasps of the shackles.

Crynn’s arms flopped down and wound around the back of my neck, fingers ruffling my thick, black hair. Rather than answer, she pushed her head forward and kissed me on the lips. A wordless gesture that I returned with equal hunger.

With my member still hilted in her depths, I gripped Crynn’s firm buttocks and manoeuvred us past the bedpost and onto the silk sheets of the bed. There was no hint from my lover that she was ready for this to be over, and we still had several hours before the troops would be assembled.

There were so many things we hadn’t tried yet.

It would be a shame not to ruin another set of sheets.

I did have a reputation to maintain, after all.