Chained, page 25
“I need to modify the midnight blue dress to accommodate your wings,” Ali’s mind started working. “You must wear that for your arrival at the Night Realm!”
My dick and I agreed completely with that assessment. She would look every inch the queen she would someday be in that dress. Add in her angelic wings, and the whole realm would bow beneath her. Treasonous ideas filled my brain, and with a pounding heart, I knew what I needed to do.
Nearly knocking over my chair, I stalked toward Izidora, heat filling my gaze as I devoured her with my eyes. Her body stiffened as that tug called us closer, and her aquamarine eyes locked on me, her breath catching as I took her hands in mine, then knelt, bowing my head so all I saw was her bare feet atop the mahogany floor.
“Princess Izidora of the Night Realm, you have my undying loyalty. My sword is yours, to protect and defend both you and the realm. I pledge myself to you from this day forth.”
A collective gasp filled the room. Pledging myself to her in that moment superseded my oath to her father. It broke all customs, and I put myself at risk for doing it. But I wanted Izidora more than I feared her cruel father, and before we left Zirok House, I would ensure she knew how awful he truly was. Izidora would be an infinitely better ruler – and she could decide what was to become of us if she were queen.
She had only demonstrated kindness and thoughtfulness in her dealings with those of lesser stations. She treated everyone equally, from my father to the guards we sparred with every day and the gardeners who tended to our vegetables. Fae were won over and inspired by her without even asking for it, exemplified by the cheers that rang out as she’d bested Viktor. Despite all she had to learn, she only needed to know that I was beside her, keeping her safe always, to succeed.
Heavy boots stomped behind me, and moments later, Endre and Viktor knelt, repeating my pledge, followed by Vadim and Kriztof. The Nighthounds saw what I did, and by my pledging first, they saw their leader making a call they could get behind. My father had told me repeatedly that these males looked to me for direction and followed me because they trusted me to do what was right for us all. While my initial kick was entirely selfish, the end result of Izidora and myself on the throne would benefit all Night Fae.
When I lifted my head to my future queen, I tried to convey that my pledge contained more than just my sword. My heart, my mind, my body, my soul were hers, too.
Her grip on my hands was bruising, and she shifted from foot to foot. “I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to say anything, Izidora,” I soothed, standing, and the Nighthounds rose behind me. “Stay true to yourself, and we will follow you to the ends of the earth.”
Her delicate throat bobbed, and her chin dipped in acknowledgement. Ali wiped tears from her eyes as we returned to our seats, the angelic female remaining at the head of the table, hands running over each other as her teeth found her lip. My father offered a hint of approval with a dip of his head, though I understood why he didn’t join us. As head of House Vaszoly, defecting to Izidora would put us in more jeopardy should anyone at Este Castle become aware of his change in loyalty. It didn’t take much for a head to end up spiked on the gates, and everything stripped from what remained of the family.
“I am grateful to each and every one of you, first for rescuing me, second for continuing to protect me, and third for accepting me as I am now. I know I am behind where I need to be. I know I still have so much to learn, but I am working every day to be better than I was yesterday. And I promise to continue to do that as long as I live.” Her speech wavered, but her chin was high as she regarded each of us.
“You will make a fine queen,” my father told her.
With a slight quirk of her lips, she returned to her place beside me, bumping the chair with her wings and falling into giggles.“I was so overwhelmed that I forgot all about these.”
I rubbed the sore spot between her shoulder blades as snorts and barks of laughter bounced among our family, and she folded them away with a hint of reluctance. As she sat, she reached for my hand under the table. Giving it a light squeeze, I reassured her of my undying support and sent her the love I could not say out loud. I loved her before I even knew her, and there was no denying it any more. My fantasies led me to this moment for a reason, and I’d rather die than let her go. It was time to lay the groundwork for these treasonous desires to come to pass.
The second Izidora and I were out of sight, I threw her over my shoulder and sprinted upstairs like an animal, locking the door behind us as we burst into my room. The roaring hearth was my destination, and the moment we were upon my favorite couch, I slid her to the ground and guided her into the position in which I wanted to begin my worship. Her bright face was to the flames, and I swept her hair over one shoulder, trailing my tongue along her exposed skin, tasting the salt with a hint of floral as I made my way to her neck. She bared her throat to me, sending tension straight to my groin as a guttural groan followed the path of my tongue. Her neck and ear were next under my ministrations, and after I was finished soaking her, I blew cool air across her bare skin, watching as goosebumps pebbled her milky flesh.
“Bring out your wings,” I ordered, stepping back to give her space.
Her white wings flared from her back, muscles flexing while adjusting to their weight. They looked like diamonds from this angle, the firelight bouncing off each individual feather and scattering light throughout the room, painting twinkling stars across every surface. Softly, I brushed a hand along the ridges of the right one, and she moaned, a loud, heady sound that I immediately wanted to hear again.
A possessive growl tore through me as she melted under my touch. She was mine, and she was surrendering to me. It took every ounce of my willpower to rein in my darkest fantasies of how I would fuck her senseless, take her every possible way, drawing out her pleasure while she screamed my name until the stars winked out as a new day broke over the horizon.
I stroked Izidora’s left wing, inducing a shudder across her marked back, pebbling her skin, then rubbing the pebbles away as my hands found her tense shoulders and massaged them, easing the ache from holding up her lofty wings.
She moaned, even louder than when I touched her wings. “That feels incredible.”
“I thought it might,” I smirked, then whispered in her ear, barely above the exhalation of my hot breath. “The only place I want you sore is in between your thighs. I want you to feel that ache as we train tomorrow and remember who worshiped so thoroughly at your altar. I want your every step to remind you of me.”
“Fuck, Kazimir…” her voice went hoarse as my nostrils flooded with the floral scent of her arousal. Those filthy words turned her on, and she pressed back into me, silently begging me to continue.
The laces of her dress were removed slowly, each thread pulled to its maximum before I moved my hands lower. She whimpered as I took my time, not giving her what she so desperately craved. Her wings fluttered as I rubbed my knuckles lightly against her spine and planted featherlight kisses on her exposed skin, each undone lace breaking the hold the red silk had over her body, until the very last was removed and she stood in a puddle of rose petals. She stepped out of it like she had portaled into my bedroom from the heavens, and I fell to my knees before her, grasping her hips and spinning her to face me. Not a scrap of fabric covered her core, and something between a growl and a groan escaped my lips at the sight of her bared to me. I reverently kissed her hip bones as I teased my way to her the apex of her thighs, gripping her firm ass to hold her in place.
Her arousal replaced the scent of burning wood as my hands crept down the back of her thighs and around to the front, where my thumbs rubbed circles over the tops of them, parting her legs enough to witness the wetness leaking from her. My mouth and fingers met at the apex, and I lightly nibbled on her sensitive nerves. She released a breathy moan, my hair tugged beneath her delicate fingers as I pushed her thighs wider, gaining access to her dripping core. Her slit was soaked, and I rubbed my fingers over it, teasing her opening. My thoroughly wet digits entered my mouth, and I groaned around them as her taste spilled across my tongue.
“I need to taste all of you,” I said huskily, latching on to her clit and sucking it into my mouth. Her moans were helpless and competed with the crackling fire as I circled my tongue around the sensitive nub.
My fingers continued to work over her slit, rubbing back and forth as she tried to adjust herself so my fingers would slip inside her. I pulled my hand away, gripping both her hips instead while I lapped at her core. Her moans were pleading as the friction of my fingers subsided. “Please, Kazimir…”
I hitched her leg over my shoulder, my scruff roughening the silky skin of her inner thigh as I brought her swollen pink core closer. My tongue parted her drenched folds, and I sucked them into my mouth like they were candy. Drinking from her source was more divine than any ritual consumption of wine, and groans vibrated against her center, sending flutters through her walls.
Our gazes locked while I tasted her, and her panted pleas were almost enough to send me over the edge. My erection rubbed painfully against my buttons as I knelt before my deity. “You are my goddess, and I plan on worshiping you just like this every night.” Her eyes blazed as if the adjacent fire had jumped into them with the heat of my promise, and I drove my tongue into her pussy, fucking her with it and curling it into her sensitive areas. Her cries were pure ecstasy, so I did it again, my tongue unrelenting and my scalp scratched by her nails as she pulled my face deeper into her core, begging for more pressure. Her walls pulsed as my feral growls vibrated her body, and I worked faster, desperate for a taste of her come all over my tongue.
“Fuck, Kazimir…” she mewled as her orgasm ripped through her. Her walls throbbed as she came undone all over my tongue, and I drank down every last drop of her sweet nectar. She braced both hands on my shoulders, her body trembling as she returned to this earth. I seized my opportunity to hoist her into my arms, and her legs wrapped automatically around my waist. I kissed her forcefully, parting her lips and giving her a taste of herself as my tongue ran against hers and around her soft mouth. Her hands locked around the back of my neck as she ground against my aching cock, the barrier of my clothes still between us. Walking her to the bed, I tossed her onto her back and stripped out of my clothes, ripping buttons as I hurried to get to her. Popping up to her elbows, she parted her knees, a sliver of her pink slit visible. It wasn’t enough. Her teeth found her lip as her aquamarine eyes drank in my chiseled physique, brushing over my sculpted pecs, down my abs, finally dipping below my waistband where I was hard as a diamond for her.
“You like what you see, Princess?” I purred, unbuttoning my pants, revealing my hard length to the goddess whose legs lay open for me. I fisted myself a few times to relieve the ache that threatened to ruin this moment before it began.
On hands and knees, I crawled to her, the bed dipping beneath my weight, my attention solely focused on her beautiful pink lips. Her legs were not nearly wide enough to accommodate me, and I made quick work of parting them to my liking, eliciting a gasp as her knees fell apart. My mouth was on her an instant later, and I tasted her from bottom to top, over the apex of her thighs, around her belly button, between her breasts, ending at her collarbones. I pinned her beneath me, moving my lips to her neck where I planted a nipping kiss at her pulse.
She moaned again, grinding against me, trying to line up with my throbbing cock. “Please…” she begged, wanting to be filled.
I tsked, “Patience is a virtue.”
“Good thing I am not a virtuous female,” she panted.
Fuck, my mind went straight filthy as I imagined how many ways I could take her with no inhibition. That was enough to rub my head at her entrance, running it up and down her slit to wet the shaft.
“Since you put it that way…” I pressed her nub with my thumb before sheathing myself with one powerful thrust.
“Fuck!” she screamed, but I didn’t give her time to adjust as I slid my length to the tip and pounded her once again. Three more spears inside her sent her cries to a crescendo before the slick sounds of our joining mixed in, and I reined in my desire to continue these merciless thrusts.
“Do you like it when I force myself all the way in, acting as impatiently as you?” I ground out, stilling my hips and rubbing them in a circle against hers.
“Yes…” she hissed, raking her nails down my back, drawing blood. The metallic scent only spurred me on, and I traced her shoulder with my teeth, biting her pulse as animalistic desire coursed through my veins. My thrusts were brutal, and I gritted my teeth to distract from the ache building within my balls. She took every bit of what I had to offer and more, pushing back into me just as hard as I drove into her, our bodies moving as one. I’d never had a female that could take this dark side of my desires, and in my wildest fantasies about us I’d never imagined she could either. The thought of losing this left me distraught, and my wings burst from my back unbidden, flaring over us like a protective shield to hide our carnal pleasure from the world.
Her eyes widened, moving beyond me to the black feathers stretching and moving as we did. Mapping the ridges of them with her fingers, she set me trembling in more than one way. “Keep doing that and I will come sooner than I’d like,” I ground out, holding back my release with quickly fading willpower.
With an impish grin, she continued her strokes, my hip bones grinding forcefully into hers as I paused to grasp her lower back and angle her hips higher. My cock reached the deepest part of her core, and she whimpered as I slammed into her, another wave of wetness spilling from her pretty thighs. She pleaded with me, writhing as sweat dripped between us. Her walls clenched harder and harder each time I seated myself to the hilt, her release moments away.
“Come with me, Izidora,” I commanded, staring into her soul as I showed her what it was like to be worshiped like the goddess she was.
“Kazimir!” Her orgasm ripped through her, and her scream was wanton, the sound stroking my ego, and I emptied myself inside her with a roar, her walls milking every last drop of hot liquid from me.
Izidora panted beneath me, sweat slicking her body as she regained her breath. My wings still flared protectively around us, a perfect cocoon that I was loath to break. I leaned in to kiss her as reverently as the Goddess-crafted deserved.
Our combined juices spilled onto her thighs and the bed as I exited her warm center, and already I was powerless to the desire to have her again. Reluctantly, I sheathed my wings, and Izidora did the same, rolling onto her side with an arm under her head to face me. Her body glowed from our fucking, and she looked more radiant than should be possible. The words racing through my mind begged to be given a voice, to tell her how she consumed my every thought both in that moment and before I had saved her, to confess my love for her and plead with her to have me. She studied my face in that curious way of hers, and I felt as though she could hear my internal struggle, despite the easy expression on my face.
She broke our silence. “Earlier when you said you want to worship me every night, did you really mean that?”
“I do,” I swore. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked for any insincerity, though she found none.
“So, this isn’t some passing fancy for you?” she pressed.
“You are everything to me.” And had been for years.
She chewed on her lip as she thought, and my cock hardened again as I imagined sucking that lip into my mouth, biting it hard enough to draw blood and tasting her sweet life source. I blinked to erase the image from my head as she opened her mouth to speak.
“You are everything to me too,” she confessed. “There are so many things I do not know right now, but that is one that I do.”
My body nearly collapsed under her words, everything I’d been dying to hear and more passing between her lips. She was undeniably mine, and my blood sang as the female I’d dreamed about for so long admitted how deep her affection ran.
My goddess, my queen, my everything.
She scooted closer to me, hooking her leg over my waist and laying her hand on my chest. “What does your tattoo mean?” she asked.
“It’s from a child’s tale about letting wild things stay wild. My mother used to read it to me when I was little. Fae and nature are intimately connected – our magic is given to us by nature and in turn we give it back. When Fae have tried to bend nature to our will instead of coexisting with it, the Goddess fights back. She is the caretaker of all life.”
Her big eyes blinked slowly as she listened to my tale. “I know very little about the Goddess or our world. I learned some when I was a child but not enough to understand how it all works together. How have Fae tried to bend nature to their will?”
“In our history books, many Fae have tried to use their elements to vastly change the land around us. The Crystal Realm tried to stop their glaciers from melting, but the Goddess retaliated by drying up all their lakes. Then the Iron Fae tried to create more mountains to guard their homeland, and the Goddess retaliated with rock slides that killed many of their people. The Day Realm tried to plant too many crops and the Goddess sent pests to eat them. The Night Realm birthed too many children and the Goddess sent a sickness to our kingdom. But it is not only the Goddess who rules, but also the Fates. Where the Goddess blesses us and delivers balance and harmony to the nature around us, the Fates sow chaos and write the destinies of the Fae. Though nothing is ever set in stone, each choice we make pushes us down a path, and the Fates determine where these paths end.”
“That is awful,” Izidora commented.
“It is balance. Too much of one thing will destroy the whole system. Fae tend to forget as the millenia wear on, but when we stray from our path, we are quickly reminded of it. Even the Goddess and the Fates are in balance, harmony and chaos acting as two sides of the same coin.”
She flicked her chestnut hair over her shoulder. “If I am part of the Goddess’s Prophecy, then I must be here to bring some sort of balance?”
