He nearly jumped out of his skin when she pressed her face against his crotch and rubbed her cheek along his erection until he was ready to come without having to be inside her.
"Aislan..."
She unfastened his braes. He should stop her, but he was too weak to move. Taking his cock in hand, she wrapped her mouth around the head and started sucking.
"God forbid!” he groaned as she kissed the tip several times, smacking her lips loudly as she rained kisses up and down his shaft. He should not let her do this. He needed to stop her before this could go any further.
"Put it in your mouth,” he coaxed, and she sucked him back in. “Good...” Heaven. He concentrated on the feel of her hot mouth tugging at the crown. “Use your tongue.” He groaned again when she probed the slit before circling her tongue around and around the head. She licked him up and down. Taking her hand, he wrapped it around his cock. “Darling, hold firmly. Now, move like this."
Working her hand, she sucked hard at the head, then she tried to take as much of him into her mouth, pushing it deeper in. She pulled back when he pressed against the back of her throat. Easing up, he pulled away, but she moved forward and sucked him back in. Why was she trying so hard to please him?
Why would he even question her decision to suck him?
"Relax, my darling.” Sitting up, he moved to the edge of the bed while she knelt at his feet. “Take a few deep breaths. Relax your throat.” Holding the back of her head, he tilted her face back and talked her through her first time doing this.
Eager to please, she followed his lead. He thrust his cock slowly past her tonsils and down the back of her throat, adjusting her head, gauging her receptiveness before moving further. He pulled out when he felt her throat tighten. Immediately, she laved him with her tongue while she gasped for breaths.
Taking her hand, he rubbed her palm against his balls, showing her how to cup and squeeze them. To his pleasure, she was generous with her tongue, showing no reservation as she plied it thoroughly over his balls. She kissed and sucked each globe, licking until he became mindless with the pleasure.
He took her hand and wrapped it about the base of his cock again. “Darling, that feels good. Wonderful. My beautiful Aislan.” Gently, he brushed a glorious curl of her gold hair off her cheek and then weaved his fingers into the silken strands, while he enjoyed her wet mouth and caressing hands. She took him back into her mouth. Pumping in and out of her as gently as he could, he inserted just an inch more down her throat every time he thrust, all the while watching her lovely face to gauge her reaction. She had relaxed enough until he was nearly to the hilt. He sensed her struggle to take all of him, to keep him completely entrenched longer. He tried to pull back, but she sucked him back down. Fire raged through his blood, and his testicles tightened.
"Aislan, I must come. Relax your throat, darling. Drink all of me."
She held the head firm and deep in her throat, and when he ejaculated, he shuddered in ecstasy, his cock jerking as he filled her with hot cum. She swallowed every bit of it until he was spent. When she slowly released him, she licked every drop that escaped around her lips and on his cock.
"Aislan, my darling.” Pulling her into his arms, he leisurely kissed her enchanting mouth.
"Lucien,” she said his name, and it sounded like music. He lay down, pulling her on top of him. “I need you,” she whispered. “Please. Make love to me. I need you so."
He could not resist her anymore. Propelling her onto her back, Lucien mounted her and plunged to the hilt into her wet passage. There was no other heaven for him. He thrust slowly at first deep within her sweet body, but she thrashed about, her legs wrapping about his ass.
"Harder. Harder, please.” She bucked, her eyes clenching tight as her lissome body shook.
Her moans only drove him to pound into her mindlessly until he realized he was too rough on her. Easing up, he slowed down to a less manic pace. She opened her eyes languorously as he manipulated her clit.
"Oh, Lucien..."
When he felt a gush of moisture, he increased his speed, and eventually he forgot himself again and rode her hard and wildly, bracing his arm above her head to keep her from sliding up the bed, fingers tangling in the long locks of her hair to better control her. He listened to her series of gasps and groans each time he slid in and out of her body and watched the ecstasy etching on her beautiful face. Her rosebud lips were slightly parted, her skin flushed, her slender throat arching in invitation. Her breasts quivered as she gyrated wildly beneath him, her nipples hard points that rubbed against his chest and drove him even madder with desire, lust, and love. Everything about her excited him. The alcohol kept him going instead of dampening his ardor. Occasionally, fearing he had bruised her, he forced himself to ease up, to be gentle, but she wrapped her arms about his waist and clung tightly.
"'Tis all right,” she whispered. “I want you. My darling, I want you so. Yes, more. More, please.” She wrapped her legs frantically about his thighs, locking him in heaven.
"Aislan.” He panted hoarsely and held himself still, straining with the effort. “I am hurting you."
"I—I—like it. I like how you fill me up. I like you deep and hard. ‘Tis good. So good. Yes, more. I need you.” She rotated her hips, moving his cock inside her pussy on her own.
"Aislan.” Lucien thrust hard, keeping up a steadfast pace. Frequently, he eased up on her, sometimes going slow and easy to take the pressure off her womb from his relentless possession. Finally, he lifted and braced himself on his knees. Crouching over her, he hoisted both of her legs over his shoulders.
"Lucien. Oh, Lucien.” She gasped when he thrust deeper into her sweet pussy, finding that additional special spot deep inside her body where he could make her come. “Oh, Lucien. Oh, yes!” Aislan bucked, waving her legs about, pounding his shoulders with her calves. Her head tilted back, her throat arching, she fairly shrieked as she thrashed about in enthusiasm, her face flushing pink from her excitement. Never had Lucien seen a lovelier sight. When she climaxed, he closed his eyes to enjoy the clenching of her pussy muscles about his cock.
When he felt himself coming, Lucien pulled out, breathing harshly against her cheek as their breaths mingled. He wanted to continue to make love to her. When he had himself under control, he lowered her legs and moved to rest partially on top of her. He slid back into the hot channel of her still convulsing body, drenched with her juices. Tasting the sweetness of her mouth, he sucked on her lips and tongue while he kept up with the thrusting. Returning his kisses, she seemed to build up another crescendo. She overwhelmed him with her intensity and her ability to climax easily and often. Groaning hoarsely, Lucien finally sought his release, his entire body shaking uncontrollably as he spurted inside her while she held onto him.
Afterwards, he moved off her body. As he caressed the womanly curve of one soft hip, he noted the streaks of his cum along her slender thighs. Lying back, he pulled her into his arms and held her tenderly. Lucien wanted to give her a few words of assurance about his total devotion to her.
"Aislan, I...” ... love you, but he could not finish the thought aloud. Yes, he loved her, Lucien finally admitted to himself. He loved Aislan more than he had ever loved anyone or anything else in his life. She had mattered to him from the first moment he saw her, and now she meant everything to him. He wanted to wed her, which would also protect her from censure, but this was not possible. Lucien tried to remember why.
Someone was looking for her. Her husband, he recalled, seeing Hayton Temple's decapitated body riding on a horse heading towards Calvacade in search of Aislan.
He had not a decent sleep in a long time, ever since they had been on the run a lifetime ago. Drunk, exhausted, and delirious, Lucien promptly passed out.
Chapter 18
The Informant
Lucien woke with Aislan sprawling on top of him. Disoriented, he wondered where they were. He turned and winced, his head aching like a pounding anvil. Sliding an arm about her waist, he gingerly roll
ed Aislan off him, settling her on her back. He squeezed his eyes shut while he massaged his head.
Damnation, he could not drink worth a damn. Anyone could drink him under the table. He usually drank in moderation, mostly with his evening meals. The prospect of seeing his mother again had made him lose his mind.
He had not expected the duchess to be here. His life was complicated right now, and he did not have it in him to fight with her. If he had somewhere else to go, he would take Aislan and leave, but he had nothing left. The last seven years of his life had revolved around the king's palace where he lived in the lap of luxury in between missions, anything his for the asking. The fourteen years before that, he had lived in the Sorcery Circle, as palatial as the royal palace itself, although life was more regimented. Stonebrush would have become his future domain, a fortress with its own small town at the foot of the cliff, where he would have become the new lord and master. Even though Lucien had walked through Stonebrush a couple of times to look over his new castle, it had never been his truly, so he could not even regret about it.
Lucien turned his head carefully and looked at Aislan sleeping. How beautiful she was, his little golden-haired angel, well worth everything. For whatever reason he had been sent on this mission, it was meant to be. He would have never found her otherwise.
Reaching over, Lucien cupped one of her luscious, bare breasts, palming the succulent weight. His hand moved down to her legs and lightly fingered the sparse softness of her pale pubic hair. He wanted her again, badly. Dizzy with need, he touched the silky softness between the folds of her pussy, but she continued sleeping like the dead. Ah, he would kiss his little beloved awake in the most delicious way, but eventually, he needed to do something about how deeply she slept. Not good for a sorceress to be oblivious to the world because—
Sorceress!
Lucien could not jump out of bed fast enough and groaned from the pain of moving his head that fast. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he grabbed his head. What a poor excuse of a sorcery master! He took on one woman for training, and he could not even stick to one resolution. The way his life had been going, of course, he had to train the woman he had fallen head over heels in love with. He could not even wed her because he would be dead or her husband had resurrected—although he did not believe Temple was still alive. Lucien groaned again. He was one messed-up bastard who needed to straighten himself out quickly. Pulling a cover over Aislan's body, he then got up and dressed carefully, cringing with each motion.
Traver had been considerate in providing him with additional clothes, not white this time. Once he had better control of his miserable head, Lucien made his way to the manor. Now sober, he would not be careless. He had a couple of tasks to tend to quickly. Lucien sneaked into the manor, completely focused.
The manor was a huge, rectangular building of three stories. The ground floor housed the mess hall where most activities took place and a couple of hundred guests could mill around. The other half of the bottom floor held the kitchen, common rooms, and servant quarters. The second floor housed the apprentices, one huge room where they took lessons and exercised, another room a laboratory for them to learn alchemy, several private studies, and a shared dormitory for the apprentices. Traver's private quarters were on the third floor, along with the luxurious guest chambers.
Lucien went directly to Jaden's chamber. He detected a womanly scent as he neared the door. Ruby. The presence of the maid in Jaden's chamber meant nothing to Lucien. Opening the door carefully, he strode inside.
Even though Lucien moved quietly, his younger cousin awoke immediately and sat up.
"Damnation, do not sneak in on me like that.” Jaden yawned and scratched his chest as he extricated himself from the girl. Ruby also awoke and stretched, her generous tits bouncing and tightening against her chest, which Lucien observed without interest. No breasts were more beautiful than Aislan's, and not because he loved everything about her body. He had known plenty of women, and none of them could compare to Aislan.
When Ruby saw Lucien, she smiled widely.
"Oh, just what I like to wake up to,” she said, spreading her thighs. “Come join us, love."
"Yes, come join us,” Jaden mocked. “Ruby insisted she had been saving herself just for the two of us. Our last threesome was the last time you were here."
"You and I need to talk. Get going."
Ruby pouted. “Oh, and a good morn to you, too."
Lucien gave her a polite, dismissive smile and did not bother to answer. He left the room and made his way down the hall. He sensed a presence. Damnation! He hurried.
"Lucien!” The duchess came out of her room.
He stopped out of duty. She glared at him in the same disapproving manner she always greeted him, as if he was the bane of her existence just because she pretended not to know who sired him.
"Good morn, Mother,” he said politely.
"Fine time for you to come searching for me to apologize for your abominable manners."
"My deepest apologies,” he agreed easily because what he thought did not matter to her. She would twist anything he said against him until she tied him up in knots. He had more important matters to tend to and in no mood to placate her. “Now, I bid you a good day."
"Lucien, do not walk away from me!"
He kept walking. Every conversation with her ended with her shouting, and he did not want a gathering audience of the guests who must be in most of the bedchambers. He listened, but no one seemed to be about. Lucien could hear her running after him, and he walked faster. He had to keep Aislan safe, and the duchess could make a scene that put their presence here in jeopardy.
She seemed to realize he was resolute about privacy because she did not say anything as she pursued him. He could outrun her in a flash, but Lucien knew that would infuriate her, and he did not want to provoke her. Once out in the garden, he kept walking even though he knew she expected him to stop and finish the conversation with her that would go nowhere.
"I am too old to run after you like a fool,” she panted. “Stop your disrespect this instant. Your little trollop can wait."
Lucien saw red and white stars bursting behind his eyes and swung around abruptly. “You are not to say anything against her, madam,” he said coldly. “Keep your viper tongue to yourself when it comes to my lady."
"How dare you speak to me with such disrespect!"
"How dare you judge another woman when you are unable to determine which of the dozen men you bedded on the same day is my sire?"
Her mouth flapped about like a fish out of water, and then tears shone in her eyes. Lucien felt like the bastard that Aislan had called him. He almost gave in to the need to get down on his knees and beg his mother for forgiveness. Yet, something kept him firm on his feet.
The duchess pulled the handkerchief from her sleeve and dabbed at each corner of her eyes. Apparently, she forgot she had already pulled this routine only last eve. He braced himself for another tirade about his birth.
"'Tis my fate. Mayhap there will never be peace between us no matter what I wished,” she lamented.
Lucien knew he was a fool, but he wanted her to be a part of his life. She married the Duke of Bonneville when Lucien was six, and she had sent him to the king, who then gave him to the Sorsverein, who roughed up Lucien mercilessly. She had never intervened, had never visited him, and had never allowed him to visit her. He caught glimpses of her occasionally at court, and aside from fleeting glances she sometimes bestowed his way or an occasional greeting of politeness when they crossed paths, she had never spoken to him.
Only a year ago after the duke's death did Lucien finally seek her out directly, using the façade of paying her a visit at the duke's funeral. She did not dismiss him as he expected.
Visiting her as frequently as he could for many months afterward, Lucien listened to her inexplicable bitter tirades and her caustic tongue, not knowing why she despised him, and yet, a glutton for punishment, he kept coming back for more so h
e could be near her.
Then six months ago, he found out his mother was once a royal courtesan, that his father could be the king, or the Sorsverein, or one of the four Lords of the Realms, or one of the four Royal Advisors. Lucien's bitter confrontation with the duchess had caused a great rift, but before anything could be resolved, his carelessness landed him in an enemy's dungeon. Cousin Jaden had discovered his location and sneaked into South Sharland to retrieve him. Lucien's lack of cooperation in gaining his own freedom had nearly cost Jaden his life.
His life had become a complicated mess, the dilemma with Aislan of utmost importance. Lucien could not deal with his mother. Now a grown man, he did not need his mother.
"If I stressed you with my presence, then please forgive me.” He strove not to show emotion. “I shan't be here long. Meanwhile, I'll do my best to stay out of your way.” He turned to walk away, but she grabbed him by the arm.
"Lucien, wait."
Glancing at her, he saw her torn expression, and he let himself fall for it, accepting the tiny crumbs she tossed his way. When she offered her hand, he took it and pressed a kiss on the back of it. He felt such a fool for letting her walk all over him, but she was his mother, and he cared about her.
"If you want peace with me, you must never ask about your father again. My life was not my choice at the time."
"Yes, Mother. As you wish.” He let go of her hand.
"'Tis for the best, Lucien. There is no reason to reopen old wounds."
"No need to,” he conceded without inflection. “I must leave now."
"I have not seen you in a very long time. I have extended my stay so we could be together. I'll be at breakfast. Join me."
She had never given him this much time of day, but he had Aislan to consider. When it came down to it, Aislan did not seem to care too much about what anyone thought of her. Lucien was not ready for them all to interact with each other, mostly because he dreaded what the two volatile women would say to each other.
"I'll not be able to,” he said apologetically.
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