Await (7 page)
Orphia didn’t need to stay any longer. Her purpose was to bring these two people together. She had completed her mission, so she returned Home.
She had barely gotten back into her living room when arms clasped her and lifted her from her feet. Her new coat and leggings were peeled from her in seconds, and she was turned to face a very irritated Xeric.
“I had to do the whole thing invisible, Xeric. Don’t be mad.”
He didn’t speak, but she was almost sure she could see steam shooting out of his nose.
He carried her into the bedroom, took a seat on one of the comfortable chairs and pulled her over his knee.
His hand fell with every word. “You. Will. Not. Go. On. Orb. Missions. Alone. Ever.”
There was no sensuality in this. It was punishment and nothing else. She was furious at him, but when he slid two fingers into her, she was shocked.
Despite her better judgement, her body had reacted with alacrity. His thumb stroked her clit and she was arching against his hand. He stopped a moment before her cries indicated her peak.
With cool deliberation, he lifted her from his lap and put her on the bed, on her back.
Orphia was so close, she knew that only a little friction on her clit would put her over, but the moment her hand snaked between her thighs, vines whipped out and pulled her hands up over her head.
“You have not eaten. I will remedy that.” Xeric left her alone, her body aching as he went to order food.
Five minutes later, or five hours, she only knew she was miserable the whole time, he returned with a tray. Instead of freeing her, he placed the small morsels on her body, her breasts wearing tiny canapés, her belly holding fruit, he turned her into a cold buffet from neck to knees.
Every portion of her body was decorated with some kind of food, and she found the cruel irony of being hungry and covered with food as being rather a sucky end to her day.
She thought that being covered in food was part of her punishment, but when he started to eat the food off her skin, feeding her with his mouth every three bites or so, she knew the meaning of cruelty.
His lips and tongue woke parts of her, inch by inch. He licked at her inner elbow, and she sighed. His teeth nibbled at her breast, and a high-pitched whine came from her throat.
He was studiously ignoring the tidbits he had placed around her thighs, but when he finished licking and sucking the last of the food from her neck, he worked his way down to where she wanted him the most.
The capricious vines held her thighs tightly together, but when he moved up her body to give her a sample, she groaned. Her groin was covered by apple crumble, and her torment was going to get worse before it got better.
He worked his way down to the skin at the top of her mons, and from there, to the upper thigh on either side of where she desperately wanted his tongue. He lapped, burrowed and sucked before he had the vines part her thighs to allow him full access.
As he lapped upward and scraped her clit, Orphia arched her hips with every stroke, but on the down stroke, she ran afoul of the stinging pain left by the spanking.
To her consternation, she was wetter than she had ever been in her life, and he continued to lick, stroke and slurp until her orgasm ran up her body to signal him by her harsh cries.
He continued to lick and burrow into her, his thumb worked its way into her ass and she twisted as the ache in her buttocks added to the sensory overload that she now realized he was counting on.
Her next release struck her in a surprising wave. It swamped her and took her under, leaving her body shaking in endless ripples trying to escape the attentions that drove it once again.
Xeric gave no signs of stopping, and when she finally surrendered and begged him to stop, he did.
Without a word, he released her, lifted her, brought her to the lav and bathed her.
She was exhausted, her eyes were puffy from crying, and her lower lip was swollen from her teeth.
When he carried her back to the bed, which had been made in their absence by Acquisitions, she sniffled and curled against him before she slept.
“Orphia, will you go on a mission without me again?”
Pouting like a disappointed toddler, she shook her head. “No. You can come along and wait for me.”
“Good. I do not like you being where I cannot help if you need me.”
She nodded, yawned and wrapped her arm around him. When he stroked his hands down her back, she winced until he healed the marks from her punishment.
Pain free, she let images of her day follow her into her dreams, and when she woke up astride her partner, she grinned.
Riding a Hirn was not a skill that she had ever seen on a resume, but it was definitely something that you needed a certain amount of focus for. Too deep and you were uncomfortable, too shallow and he was upset, wrong angle and you hurt him, so she finally surrendered and dismounted, posing for him on hands and knees.
He did not resist but was on his knees behind her, lifting her to him and sliding back inside her before he set up a hard slapping rhythm.
She whimpered as her release got closer, but when he roared as his cock pumped into her, she let him have this one to the multitude she had had earlier that day.
It was only fair after all.
With a smile on her face, she let him bear her to the bed. He rolled her to her back and started suckling at her breasts. The wet heat of his mouth got her entire focus as he sucked, drew and sucked again. His sharp teeth were a silent threat during the entire procedure, but it added a thrill to the feel of a mouth sucking her.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, and when he moved lower, she gripped his antlers for support.
Orphia had to admit that Xeric lived up to the Hirn reputation for being a bit sex mad, but she also had to agree that she was not too far behind. It might be the Hirn genes in her bloodline or the Hirn in her bed, but one thing was certain, life as a Nameless had its perks, and while they may have all of time to spend together, every moment was precious.
She was going to make sure that every second counted, and Xeric was going to be at her side the whole time. The worry she caused him was not worth the frisson of freedom, and the punishment was not something she wished to court either.
Her ass just couldn’t take it.
Author’s Note
Await
introduces the Hirn, forest lords who are long dead. It sounds bad until you realize that they can have mixed-blood children all over the universe and a recessive gene can be lurking anywhere.
Awake
is the next coming instalment of the Nameless portion of the
Terran Times
. We will learn a little bit more about why they do what they do and what is setting things wonky all over the universe.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
