AO 5 Ch 44 - END

Chapter 44

Eva dabbed at her lips with the napkin.

We had just finished dessert, the whole meal a dance of innuendos. We both stared back and forth, each clearly communicating our desires. The sparks between us were nearly crackling as we laughed and sparred with intellect over the meal.

"Now that the two of you are done"—Emlyn walked over, taking the plates and glasses from us—"we have a pitcher of water ready for you, as well as one of wine. I'm told Eva won't have quite the stamina of us anchors."

Eva snorted. "No, you'll have to be a little gentler with me, Arden." She used my full name as she stared at me like she was trying to burn my clothes off with the heat of her gaze.

I blinked as Emlyn gestured over to a tent by the fire that had been erected sometime during dinner without my realization. Then again, I had been entirely lost in Eva's eyes for most of the meal.

"Oh good, we won't annoy everyone in the inn if we stay out here,” I mentioned, my head already moving on to the evening ahead.

“Don't worry about security," Emlyn reassured us. "We'll take turns on the watch. You two just worry about each other and not knocking over the pitchers."

"If we need another…" Eva trailed off, raising an eyebrow at Emlyn.

"We'll get you another," Emlyn promised.

"Then, Eva, if you wouldn't mind following me." I stepped up and offered her my arm. Though the tent had caught me by surprise, I understood what came next well enough. As soon as Eva grabbed my arm, I swept her into a more familiar embrace, brushing back her hair and kissing her soft petal lips.

She gave in to my embrace, wrapping her arms around my waist and letting me dictate where her weight moved. All of her focus seemed to be on my lips as ours pressed against each other, brushing delicate sensitivities and igniting something that had been smoldering across the table all night.

I couldn't help myself, my hands wandering her form, cupping her rear and pulling her against me as my erection that had been tugging at my attention all night tried to spear her through the heavy velvet dress.

Eva chuckled, breaking the kiss. "How long has that been there?" she asked, her hand wandering down to cup me through my pants.

"Longer than I'd like to admit," I said, groaning at her touch and letting her have the satisfaction of a reaction.

"Well, this is all because of me?" she asked playfully, biting her lip and batting her lashes. Her rich blue eyes drew me in like I was falling into the depths of the ocean.

"You definitely caused it. Maybe you should take responsibility." I kissed her again, turning her cheek and kissing down to her neckline.

"Well, I guess I should." She pushed me back, and I blinked for a second, confused, before she hiked her dress and fell to her knees.

I swallowed and glanced around; my anchors were still nearby.

"Eyes on me." She hooked a finger at me. "I don't want you looking around. A princess expects your full attention."

I cleared my throat. "Understood. It's your night after all."

"My night, my responsibility." She pulled at my trousers, teasingly, not making any actual progress in pulling them down. "You'll keep your eyes here?" she asked for confirmation.

I nodded, suddenly having my throat feel dry.

She smiled and slowly pulled my pants down enough for my cock to spring out.

"Poor thing," she said, kissing the tip and caressing me gently. Her fingers felt like they were charged with magic. The nearly painful pressure that had been building up all night swelled to a fever pitch with each touch.

If the appendage could, I was fairly sure it would spring forth and dive down her throat. I found my hands running through her silky black hair, subtly urging her to hurry up.

She refused and pushed back gently against my pressure as she kissed along the head and nibbled down the shaft, taking her time.

"You've been waiting so achingly long, haven't you?" she said, glancing back up into my eyes. Her tongue came out and slowly left a wet streak along the underside. Her warm, wet tongue was followed by a cool gust of air.

The startling contrast of sensations made me crave the warmth of her mouth even more.

Eva must have seen the desire in my eyes. We stared back at each other, lost in the connection between us. She slowly swallowed the tip, massaging it with her lips and letting her tongue run along the ridge drawing foreign shapes and releasing my pleasure with each stroke.

I groaned in the knowledge that I would get a release.

She smiled around me, satisfied with my reaction. Eva’s pretty blues stared straight into my eyes, slowly bobbing deeper with each stroke. She scraped my sensitive skin, squeezing my sensitive member with her lips on each way out. She left the shaft cold, only for her mouth to warm it back up with the soft, slick pleasure of her lips and tongue.

As usual, I never knew what to do besides stare into her eyes and slowly set the tempo with my guiding hands.

Eva's eyes rolled up in pleasure, and she relaxed enough for it to sink deeper past her lips all the way into the warm, flexible sheath of her throat.

A shudder went through me as she swallowed the head. Her throat undulated in ethereal pleasure as she sucked on me with a new urgency. She hummed and vibrated pure pleasure onto my groan, enjoying every moment.

I was lost in her eyes even though I squinted ever so slightly. The enjoyment of the moment pinched my eyes involuntarily. I savored the feeling of her lips gliding over my shaft.

A part of my mind reminded me that I had a princess pleasuring me, causing me to grin and twitch in her mouth.

She blinked and refocused on me, squinting as if asking, "Are you still paying attention?"

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down over me, the slick, wet friction sending sparks up my spine. "Oh yes, you're exactly what's on my mind. Some village boy part of me is getting a little excited that I have a princess on her knees.”

Eva gave me a throaty laugh that sent tingles of pleasure through me, causing me to clench as she drew the head against the rough ridges of her palate.

My cock pulsed eagerly, demanding a release, and I certainly wasn't in a position to deny it. "It's coming," I said. "I'm coming," I grunted.

With those words, she suddenly swallowed me to the back of her throat as an explosive release of all the tension from our teasing at dinner flooded down her throat.

I sighed, feeling loose as she worked her lips tightly along my shaft, sucking out the last dregs from my balls before she slid her lips to the tip. She gave the tip one final kiss before she released it and ran a hand along my slick, spit-soaked cock.

She pumped it gently. "Since you're a life mage, I assume you'll be ready again in a moment?"

As if in response, I felt a touch of life magic move to my balls, and it was already twitching in her hand, ready for round two.

She tapped her jaw, "And if you could, I could use a touch as well."

I bent down and kissed her forehead, running a thumb along her jaw, soothing her with life magic. "You only have to tell me where and when. I have no problem making sure you are able to continue."

She stared up into my eyes and rose to her feet. "Well then, will you take me to the tent?"

“Eagerly.” I snatched her arm up and led her into the tent, seeing a small stone with its top having been shaved flat. On the rock were a pair of pitchers, wine in one, water in the other. The tent was large enough for us to stand in the center, but we were not about to be standing for long.

Eva was already pulling at my shoulders, drawing me down to the thick cushion of bed rolls that had been laid out. "You'll have to be careful. I'm not as sturdy as your anchors."

I nibbled at her ear and pressed her down to the ground. "Would you be more comfortable on top? I certainly wouldn't mind a princess serving me."

With a chagrined smile, she pushed me onto my back and hiked up her dress to straddle me. "You like the idea of a princess taking you?"

"Eva, let's be clear, every man dreams of a princess, all for themselves,” I told her.

“And in those dreams, what do you do with the princess?" she whispered, running her hands along my chest and teasing at my buttons.

"Well, first, the princess gets on her knees and gives you the first round for free, then you take her back to a glorious tent that she's awed at your mastery of tent-making," I replied.

Eva gasped a hand on her bosom that was pressed up high in the dress, her delicate flesh denting around her fingers. "I must say, you are a master tent-maker, so masterful, I think I will give you my first."

"Yes, yes, that's exactly how it goes." I nodded along, encouraging her.

"Then what happens?" she said, rocking back and forth over me. I expected to feel a thin satin cloth brushing up against me, but instead, I felt the warm folds of her sex caress around the edges of my cock.

“Then the princess revealed that even before she came with me, she had done so without any undergarments,” I replied, my voice throatier.

"Oh," Eva said cautiously. “But what a free princess she was.” She ground her hips against mine, half-enveloping my shaft with her slick juices. “Such a scandalous princess.” Her eyes begged for more.

"I know, but the scandalous ones are the best," I said.

"And why is that?" she asked, her fingers playing with my buttons, undoing a few as she continued to tease me.

"It's because the scandalous ones are the most fun," I replied, grabbing her by her hips and pulling her bosom down, shoving my face in it where it was pushed up through the cut of her dress.

She grabbed the back of my head and practically tried to smother me in them, shimmying her shoulders back and forth and pressing her soft flesh all over my face.

I nipped at the neckline of her dress. "Yes, the scandalous ones are by and far the best," I repeated, muffled around her chest, which was actually incredibly secure despite how much it looked like they were about to explode out over dinner.

"And why are they the best?" she asked, shifting so that I could feel her folds lift off of me.

My eager member sprang straight up into the air.

As she sank her hips back down, capturing it and swallowing my cock into her womanly paradise, the slick walls of her sex scraped down every inch as I was thrust into warm pleasure.

I groaned, unable to answer her most recent question as she began to rock, pressing the velvet of her dress and the smooth soft skin of her breasts against me.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Why princesses are the best?" I posed the question, giving her time. "You see…”

As I started to speak, she bounced quickly, squeezing me with her folds, eliciting a gasp of pleasure and strangling my answer in the best way possible. "I didn't quite catch that," she said, only for a new sensation to enter.

I had never felt anything quite like what she was doing. It wasn't warm, but it wasn't cold. It wrapped around me like stretchy cloth or impossibly thin fingers playing with me while I was inside her sex. As much as this was all fun and games, I couldn't help but startle and stare down where her dress covered our union.

Eva laughed and kissed my cheek before nibbling at my ear, whispering in it. "I didn't mean to startle you. However, while some people talk about the unending stamina of life mages, you should understand that dark mages are truly the best."

It felt like impossibly thin fingers that stroked me in ways a woman's vagina never could. Swirling around the tip and giving me the sense that it was being swallowed by an endless tunnel, I gasped at the overwhelming amount of stimulation that her magic was providing.

"Since you're going to marry a mage, I might as well show you why mages are so much better than anchors," she whispered in my ear, swaying her hips and adding more movement to the overall action. She pressed on me before her hips rose, exposing me to the cool air and then plunging me back into her pleasurable warm depths. "This is why princesses are best," she told me.

I could only nod in agreement. "Princesses are best," I agreed. "Especially ones who are fantastic at magic." I pulled her face down and kissed her, battling with her tongue briefly before she overwhelmed me with sensation again.

My hands sought our union underneath her dress, pushing past the folds of velvet to find even softer folds of her flesh. My fingers played with their union and drew up a bead of her nectar, swirling around her clit.

If she was currently trying to blow my mind, two could play that game.

Eva gasped again, pressing her chest out, and my cock twitched inside of her. There was nothing nearly as satisfying as watching a woman go crazy during sex.

I smirked. "That's why princesses are the best," I said after a moment. "Every man wants to see a princess cum around his cock to moan and beg. For when a woman that could have anything in the kingdom wants you, it's hot as hell."

Eva smirked and threw her head back. "Yes, I want your big, fat cock. I want it in me. I want every time you look at me to stir my loins and to remember this moment, craving it to fill my empty void."

She rocked back and forth, her sex squeezing me as dark magic continued more delicate touches, swirling around the ridges of the head while her body applied the larger scale friction. She was picking up the pace even as my fingers tried to compete, playing and teasing with her clit and the edges of her labia.

Gasping for breath, she pumped herself over me. There were no more words; instead, we both rushed headlong for the explosive peak.

I could barely hold on, but I wanted her to cum first.

Luckily, I did not have to hold out much longer. She came around me, her quivering sex and the gaping of her pink lips as she was out of breath, gasping for more, completely lost in the bliss.

That was all it took. I pulled her down hard as I erupted into her depths, my seed racing up towards her womb. The slow twitch of her sex afterwards gave me immense pleasure, with the oversensitivity that followed.

She rocked slowly, catching her breath as she stared down at me, her eyes slightly glazed over. "That was fantastic," she said.

"You weren't half-bad yourself." I smirked. "Pitcher, please." I pointed to the corner. "Because you know we have plenty more."

She reached over for the pitcher. "In those dreams all men have about princesses, do they pour them wine or water?"

"Wine to start, but definitely water later. After all, too much wine and even a life mage can't keep up."

Eva chuckled, picking up the pitcher and slowly tilting it down over my lips, a small trickle filtering through before she picked it up and drank it from herself. "Now that we've enjoyed one of your desires, which one is next?"

She ran a finger down the side of my face, a loving smile on her own as she stared deep into my eyes.

"Why do I pick? I think the next one is all on you," I told her.

Eva bit her lip. "I can't say that I don't love a little control. As a princess, you often control very little, and I would like..." She waved her hand, and tendrils of dark magic seeped out from the bedrolls that I lay on before strapping my arms down, along with my ankles. "I think I really like being on top."

Eva smirked and rocked over me. “Though a touch of life magic would go a long way.” She ran a lazy finger down my chest, all the way to where we joined before she circled it in our mixed fluids and drew small shapes along the base. "And, Ard, please, feel free to start begging anytime now."

Tonight would be a good release from the problems we’d overcome, but I knew tomorrow would throw us back in the thick of it.

At least with Eva by my side for the rest of our time in Garrish, I’d only be stronger.

I would need it if I were to deal with King Martin.

***

Hecate appeared in the study that Gwen Aldis had claimed amid the mage’s Enclave.

“Long time, no see,” Gwen said without looking up. “Some people have been asking where my anchor has been.”

“Get some boy toy to fill the space. I’m not going to be around much any longer. Your son flirts with danger, and I’m going to stay close to him.” Hecate dropped a folded-up piece of paper on the desk. “That’s for you and your kingdom’s military minds.”

“I already have two lined up. Frankly, I was waiting for you to bail on me.” Gwen finally glanced up. “What’s this for?” She didn’t even read it, just asking the goddess to answer her questions directly.

“It is the intel that your son has acquired, only he’s not in a position to pass it back. The war is getting dangerous, and I’m going to try to convince him to calm down and train a little more in Garrish. His magic has taken another leap forward.” Hecate turned to leave. “Oh, and if that pirate girl comes back with a ship, please do as she asks. I’m bringing godly reinforcements to fight back against the two gods supporting King Martin.” Hecate left that and stepped into a shadow, only to disappear.

Gwen frowned as she tapped the letter against her hands. “The gods are picking sides? I can’t imagine that’ll end well for the rest of us.” After a moment, she shrugged, and with a wave of her hand, she opened the door to her office, a little frost around the door handle. “Matthew, get my anchor candidates lined up and a runner for House Aldis as well as House Trevis.”

As always, there was work to do.

AN - Thanks for coming along with me for AO 5. I'm going to take Thanksgiving off and we'll be back on Friday with Returner's Defiance 3.