The sensuous and overwhelming silken friction was joined by the feeling of her hands, which felt like they were caressing his whole upper body all at once. She also let out the sexiest mewl of pleasure each and every time he squeezed those supple ass cheeks possessively, and the response he got when he tickled her puckered star with the tip of his middle finger blew his mind, as she started to cum around his cock and soaked his middle with a wild scream.

  “Goddess! Yes! Don’t stop, keep fucking me, drill me just like I need to be drilled.”

  He took that as permission, and it wasn’t hard to get his finger wet down below, and then shove it up her ass while she was wildly bouncing on his cock.

  All of that was amazing, her beauty, wildness, sexiness, and the feel of her body wrapped around his cock so tightly. But she also knew how to fuck, even while she was cumming wildly around him she was making an effort by swiveling her hips slightly, to make it better for him.

  Almost like she was desperate for his cum as she came for him again and again. In truth, he lost count of the number of times her sphincter squeezed the hell out of his finger while her pussy convulsed in ecstasy around his sensitive cock.

  It was only when her eyes begged him for it, that he relented and released his magic’s hold. The rush of pleasure that immediately followed didn’t so much push him over the edge, as launch him over it. He locked his knees as his legs turned numb, and his balls tingled as the storm of pleasure started to rock through his body. The look of naughty pleasure on her face, was almost transcendent, as he pumped her sex full of his seed.

  She didn’t stop for him either, making it more intense for him as she squeezed him hard and rocked her hips, to milk him with her silken heaven. At least, until she followed him over, but then her convulsing pussy took over that milking aspect as she trembled in his arms.

  They were both breathing hard as they came down, but as soon as they caught their breath she kissed him. She kissed him softly, tenderly, and sweetly, a warm kiss he was only happy to return in kind. She was a hell of a woman.

  “You were perfect, Dacen. Take me to bed?” her naturally seductive voice was alluring as hell with an element of warmth and affection in it.

  “It’d be my pleasure.”

  She giggled, then whispered wickedly in his ear, “I’ll make sure of it,” then giggled again as she felt his cock twitch hard at those words.

  Chapter Eleven

  He was lost in the kisses, and the way they stroked each other’s bodies in the post bliss of what they’d done against the door. Her sheets were luxuriously soft against his body, almost as soft as her silken skin.

  She said, “Don’t you dare use your magic, I want to see if I’ve still got it.”

  He chuckled, “You’ve still got it, and then some, baby.”

  She shivered in a good way, “I was talking about other skills,” she said in a wickedly teasing tone, and with a wink she started to kiss her way down his body. Dear goddess, her soft lips and teasing moan of enjoyment drove him mad, as he looked down into her lustful and joyful eyes as she took him into her mouth. Her hands caressed his inner thighs, rolled his balls, and teased him with light soft touches of her fingernails.

  The sensations of her mouth on him were an incredible counterpoint those teasing light touches, as she worked him hard with her lips and tongue as she slowly brought him back to hardness.

  “Fuck, baby, if you’ve lost anything, you’re still mind-blowing.”

  She giggled around his cock, and she winked rather saucily as she bobbed down two more times on his rock-hard shaft. Then she lifted her head up, and the suction broke made a popping noise. She gave his cock a slow stroke, and she looked almost regretful she wouldn’t be finishing him that way. Before she looked back up into his eyes and crawled up his body, only to impale herself fully in one sharp and breathless thrust. Her sex was more than up to his enormous thickness and generous length, given the first round had ended mere minutes ago.

  She said in a breathy sigh, “Still got it. You calling me baby seems really wrong, and so hot at the same time,” and then started to bounce on his cock, riding it hard like she was born to it. She was bouncing her hips, twerking, keeping her upper body relatively still which had her C cups slowly swaying in a mesmerizing manner.

  But it was her eyes that had him captivated, as her body pleasured his with abandon. Once he was sure she’d established her rhythm and speed, he started to rock and grind in perfect harmony, making her gasp in shocked pleasure, even as a long moan was extracted from his lips unbidden.

  The second round lasted much longer than the first, as every time she came wildly above him, he gripped her ass hard and held her up, so he could pound up from below mercilessly to extend and intensify her pleasure, only to go back to teasing her tits firmly with his hands, when she’d regained control and reclaimed the rhythm.

  She also kept up the dirty talk, almost constantly, telling him she needed another load, and how good she felt stretched around his fat cock, and other wicked observations. Her breathless and pleasure filled bedroom voice with a lilt of impish debauchery only made the dirty talk even more effective as she blew his mind.

  She was so incredibly tight, and only more so when in the throes of pleasure.

  She smirked after what must’ve been her fifteenth orgasm, “If you’re waiting for me to flag before pumping my body with your delicious cream, you’re going to have a long ass wait, my celestial knight.”

  He couldn’t help the chuckle as he came to that same realization. It was true enough, and his style to wait until that point to take his pleasure. But she was a celestial too, and she could keep her body going indefinitely without being overstimulated, or even losing steam. He’d met his match, when it came to stamina.

  She begged teasingly, “So please, give it to me. You know I need it, give me that tasty cream. Fill my naughty cunt, so tight for you, so very hot and needy for you.”

  As if he needed the dirty talk to cum, all he had to do was release the magic. Though he wasn’t going to complain about it.

  He moaned, and he let go. He’d rarely come as hard as he did then, and he’d never cum harder, as he blasted her full of his seed. He lost himself in the storm of pleasure, struck hard like lightning, as she came just as hard for him when she felt that first pulse of seed start to paint her insides. There was something very hot about that, as if her body was backing up the naughty words she’d just said as she’d begged for his cum.

  When they came down, she collapsed on him, and they were both panting as he cradled her close.

  She giggled, and kissed his chest, “I so needed that.”

  He caressed her back gently, and teased her long golden blonde hair, “My pleasure.”

  She sighed softly, “I don’t have too much longer before my crazy schedule starts for the day, but a little while yet.”

  He teased her ass with his fingertips, drawing out another soft decadent sigh from her lips, “I’m in no hurry at all, Aria. I’m enjoying having you in my arms.”

  She raised her head up off his chest and smiled at him, “Maybe we should make the treaty duration a year, so I can keep inviting you back for a new signing ceremony.”

  He chuckled, “I’d enjoy that.”

  She winked, “Few people can say the same, or make that none. So how does it feel to add a surprisingly wicked and earthy prelate to your conquests, because I’m feeling very conquered right now. It even took me by surprise, I’d no idea how suppressed I was until you coaxed it all out.”

  He held her tighter and caressed her face, “So not what this is about, Aria. I’ll never tell a soul of what we share together, and I think we can count on Leanne’s and Riesa’s discretion. They’ll figure it out, even if I don’t say a word.”

  He wasn’t quite so sure about Daisy, but he thought he could get her to leave it out of her reports. It was a possible conflict of interest, both sleeping with Aria and Leanne. But in his mind that only counted if he was compromised, and he wasn’t. He’d pushed for an honest exchange, and he’d gotten it.

  She tilted her head and studied him, “Then what’s it about?” she asked curiously, and with a little teasing lilt, but he knew she seriously wanted to understand how he saw it. Obviously, it couldn’t go anywhere, not long term, but they could continue the affair in the mornings while he was still there. For the next week to ten days, then it’d be over.

  At least, that was his plan for their liaison, but despite that he didn’t see it as a hot torrid fling of just chemical attraction and empty pleasure. He was only just starting to get to know her, but he respected her for her accomplishments, and for what he’d seen of her so far.

  The problem was he had no idea how to answer the question. He just knew it wasn’t base and empty, not in his eyes. Not just about a mark on the bedpost. Not just for the thrill of diddling a ruler, it was all about her being a beautiful woman inside and out, and their mutual attraction. Her being a prelate didn’t enter into it.

  But, he wasn’t sure how to express it, no one had ever asked him that when he used that comeback, and he was at a loss as to what he was feeling. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, but it was a lot easier answering Daisy the other day with the obvious. That he and Daniella had long history and were close friends. He meant for everyone else, all the lovely women he’d slept with, and then walked away from them richer for it in some way he couldn’t define.

  What did he mean by that? His affairs had always been short, out of need or lack of availability. Two ships crossing in the night kind of thing. At least, until Leanne, if his king approved she’d be in his bed indefinitely.

  She studied his face penetratingly, looking deep into his eyes. Then hers widened, and she smiled as she slid back on his body and laid on his chest, her soft supple breasts pressed against him and her dark blue eyes mesmerizing.

  “I think I understand now,” she said in a compassionate voice.

  He thought she was going to initiate a round three before they had to shower, part, and meet the day. Which is why the sudden buildup of magic shocked him, and for a moment he froze in confusion. There was just no reality he was willing to accept where Aria would harm him, which he knew was naïve.

  Then she touched his forehead, and her magic burned through his mind and body. He let out a loud scream.

  The prelate and her bedroom faded in the wake of that betrayal, and his eyes were empty as his mind was locked in the past. He was just a child, no more than four years old, and more than a little terrified. He was in the hall closet, on the floor and rocking back and forth with tears in his eyes. The fear in his chest had him completely immobilized. It had been his mother that put him in there, when they’d both heard his father’s raised and slurred voice calling for her while walking up the steps, home late from work. Which likely meant he’d stopped for some drinks on the way.

  He felt rage toward his father, and a guilt-ridden contempt toward his mother for not taking him and running. He wanted to stop his father, hated him when he got like this, hurt his mother and would no doubt hurt him as well if he happened to lay eyes on him.

  But his fear was stronger, so he rocked, held back the tears, and stayed as quiet as possible as he listened to his father berate and beat the shit out of his mother. Each loud slap made him flinch and he bit his lip to stop the whimpers.

  Most of all, he felt rage at himself. Anger and contempt for himself, the older for the younger. The power lived within the boy to end it, but he was too scared and too ignorant to use it. It would be a long year of more of the same, before he was taken away, and his father’s crimes would be revealed and punished.

  Which could’ve happened a lot sooner, if he’d been brave enough. Not brave enough to fight a grown man, that would be insane even if he wished he had, no. No, the anger was there because he could’ve ended it, if he hadn’t been a worthless and frightened little shit too scared of his father to tell his teachers. To tell another adult. To prove it with the bruises.

  He’d had had the power to end it, and he hadn’t used it. Not magic or martial skills, just a tongue and a set of balls. But he’d lacked that latter one.

  He was a coward at heart, and it filled him with rage.

  When he came out of reliving that moment he was shaking like a leaf in the wind. His anger was closer to the surface than it’d been since he was in his teens. Knowing why he was angry now didn’t help, he was angry at himself, for being a coward. That ball of rage that had followed him for the last eighteen years of his life was potent.

  Aria’s look of compassionate understanding just made it worse. Then things went a little wrong as his magic roiled in him, he wanted to strike back at her for what she’d done. She obviously thought she was doing him a favor, but she had no right, and she’d seen it all. Lived it with him, as he’d recognized the spell.

  The rage mixed with the lust he felt for her body and beauty, and even the shallow affection he felt for the woman inside. His mind felt like a trapped animal beating against the bars of a cage, he couldn’t strike back at her. Not with magic, and the idea of hitting a woman was anathema. But that mixed ball of insanely powerful emotions had him grabbing her, rolling over, and sliding inside her body without the idea even reaching his conscious mind.

  He was fairly sure he was a little insane in that moment, as he started to pound her as hard as he could. He wasn’t even sure why, revenge, or to fuck her into submission, or… who the fuck knew. He couldn’t think straight, he just knew he needed to pound her into oblivion as he glared and growled down at her like a fucking animal.

  The rage, lust, and horrible vulnerability he felt twisting him up inside. It was like an angry fuck and grudge fuck all rolled up into one, as he pounded her without mercy. He had to get it out.

  Fortunately, she didn’t seem to mind, in fact she looked guilty and compassionate as she wrapped her legs around his middle for leverage and started to fuck up into him just as hard. Her eyes soft, begging, and most of all accepting, which just made him angrier.

  She crooned, “That’s it, Dacen. Get it out, get it all out and give it to me. I can take it. I know I’m safe with you, so just fuck my brains out. Fuck, I think I’m even a little turned on, which is so wrong, but I can’t help it. Your cock is perfect, making me so full, and making me feel so much… pleasure!”

  It was a mind fuck, and he barely noticed as she came around him powerfully, only concerned with putting all of his rage in every forward stroke of his hips as he punishingly filled her again and again. Her soft limber body working him just as hard.

  He wasn’t using magic that time, but despite being the third round the intensity of the physical pleasure and wild emotions had him on the edge fast. It was primal, instinctual, and more than a little dark as he took it all out on her with his pounding cock.

  He grunted and buried it hard, and she just wrapped her legs around him even tighter, holding him in as tightly as she could as he started to fill her. He collapsed on her and she caressed the side of his head. All the anger and lust had drained out with the tide of orgasmic bliss, as he’d sent it into her with the flow of his seed.

  “I’m so sorry, Dacen. I just couldn’t live with knowing how much pain you were in. I was also the best one to do it, anyone less than another celestial wouldn’t have been able to deal with it, if you’d gone wild with your magic.”

  He frowned, embarrassed at his loss of control, a little strung out, and still angry. It was a normal anger though, little more than an annoyance, that she’d took such liberties with her magic without permission.

  He was also curious, despite himself.

  “What the hell are you talking about? I was fine. And what exactly do you think you figured out?”

  She kissed his neck, and caressed his hair, “You are not fine. This was just the first step, showing you why you’re so angry all the time, and that the anger is aimed at yourself, even if you’re suppressing it. Now that you know what it’s about, you can start to forgive yourself and purge it from you forever.”

  He snorted.

  She shrugged under him, “The next step is acceptance, obviously.”

  He couldn’t help releasing a chuckle at her tongue in cheek statement.

  “I was handling it.”

  She shook her head, “You were suppressing it, and you’re angry with and hate yourself for your weakness, even if that’s ridiculous. You were only four. Until you can love yourself, you can’t love another. So I’m doing this for you, but also for Leanne, who has a bright and loving open heart, despite her specialty in detecting and dealing with betrayals and evil rot in our own home. So, for both of you, I’m becoming rather fond of you, if you hadn’t noticed. It’s not why I sent her to you, but I do wish you both a happy and joyful life together.”

  He shook his head, “And how did you figure all this out?” He couldn’t really deny it, and Daisy had been telling him the same thing if far less effectively. He’d been suppressing it, ignoring it, not dealing with it. Because he’d been afraid if he blew up that he’d kill someone in an unreasoning rage, or even on accident.

  She said, “Leanne’s observations, what our spies have collected about you over the last seven years since you went active at sixteen, and the question you couldn’t answer. What does this mean to you, our hot little fling? That last is what allowed me to finally put all the pieces together, and it’s why you can’t quite help seducing every beautiful woman you meet, successful or not. Not so incidentally, it’s also why you’re the most warmly generous man in bed I’ve ever met, despite that rage that fills you almost constantly.”

  Not all that big into self-evaluation and contemplation, he asked, “Explain that.”

  She smiled, “Maybe tomorrow, if you forgive me and come for breakfast again?”

  He groaned, “Of course I will come. Just tell me?”

  She shook her head teasingly, then sobered, “You have enough to think about, and to accept already. You should focus on the rage part today and think about forgiving yourself for it. I’d also like to point out you didn’t lose control of your magic. You didn’t even think to strike me, you just… took it out on me with your amazing cock, which was really nice, and a little hot. I’ve never had an angry fuck before.”