planned to savour in the future.
She was squatting in front of him. The hem of her kirtles was hitched up so the red and gold fabrics weren’t touching the dirt of the dungeon floor. Tavia urgently pressed two fingers against the wetness between her legs.
Her flesh was warm and moist.
Her fingers slipped inside with such ease it tore a gasp of surprise from her throat. She pushed deeper, delighted by the way her velvet depths parted to accommodate the plundering fingers. The sensation of being spread and filled was so sudden and intense it left her momentarily breathless.
‘Are you touching yourself?’ he asked.
She moved her mouth from his length. ‘Yes,’ she answered truthfully. ‘Why do you ask?’
She glanced up and saw he was shaking his head in disbelief.
‘You’re possibly the horniest wench I’ve ever encountered. I truly have to see what you’re like when you’re drinking dragon horn because I think you’d likely suck me inside out.’
‘Does that mean I can rely on your fealty to my quest?’ she asked.
‘Suck my cock until I’ve finished,’ he said.
The words were spat with the urgent insistence of a man on the brink of climax. His hands tightened in the blonde tresses they held. He tried to guide her face forcefully to return to his erection.
‘Suck my cock and we can discuss your quest and my fealty once you’ve swallowed every drop of my spend.’
She continued to stare up at him, refusing to let him control how she delivered his pleasure.
‘How do you know I’ll swallow your spend? How do you know I won’t spit your seed to the cobbled stones of the dungeon floor?’
He smiled down at her. ‘I am Alvar, son of Erland,’ he explained. ‘I am the famed seer of the Red River. I was intimate counsel to Kendric of Cambrai Typus. I know the future.’ He chuckled with a confidence so strong it was almost tangible. ‘And you, Tavia of Blackheath, are going to swallow every drop of spend I squirt into your mouth.’
The fingers between her legs pressed with renewed haste. She could hear the faraway squelch of her wetness slurping greedily. As she rubbed back and forth, the blossoming eddies of delight began to sparkle in her hypersensitive nerve-endings. Her inner muscles clenched and convulsed hungrily.
‘Suck me,’ he insisted.
She finally placed her mouth around his end. She stretched her lips wide to encircle his glans. He was large and she found that trait to be exciting. After placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his shaft she sucked lightly against him.
‘At last,’ he sighed. ‘Keep doing that.’
She kept one hand between her own legs whilst the other went to the base of his shaft. Holding him tight between her fingers she worked her mouth wetly back and forth along his length. All the time she tried sucking on him, maintaining a wet vacuum of pressure on his shaft. And, all the time, she could taste the flavour of his nearing climax as it filled her mouth.
‘Go on,’ he insisted. ‘That’s what I want.’
It was impossible to stifle the wet sounds of enthusiasm she was making as she used her mouth on him. She was almost spluttering with the need to giggle happily as she savoured the quickening taste of his excitement and listened to the guttural grunts of his mounting pleasure.
Her fingers rubbed swiftly against her cleft. The inner muscles of her sex were drenched with their liquid heat and the outer lips tingled with the encroaching rush of satisfaction.
‘Go on,’ he urged. ‘Suck me faster. Suck me quicker. Swallow it all, you horny wench. Swallow it all.’
She allowed him to push against the back of her throat.
The swollen end of his length felt too large. Robert had sung the praises of any maiden willing to part-swallow a man’s length. But Tavia wasn’t sure she could manage the feat for Alvar. If there had been dragon horn, she knew the drink would have made her throat muscles relax enough to swallow anything that was put in her mouth.
But, without the dragon horn, she was in unfamiliar territory.
Nevertheless, because it was now important to her that the seer should be deeply satisfied by this encounter, she urged her throat to accept him and she tried to guide his end deeper into her mouth.
‘Damn,’ he gasped. The exclamation came out in a hoarse croak. There was honest reverence in his tone. ‘You know how to pleasure a man, don’t you?’
She said nothing as she pushed her face closer to him.
She was inhaling the musk of his pubic curls. Her throat ached from the pressure of his swollen glans. She fought the gag reflex that made her want to wretch his shaft from her mouth.
But, throughout the month that had passed since she first tasted dragon horn, Tavia did not think any sexual encounter had ever been more satisfying.
She kept the seer at the back of her throat and then swallowed. Her throat muscles clenched down on the bulbous end of his length. For him, she thought, the pressure must have been both exquisite and unbearable.
Alvar groaned. His hands clutched tightly at her scalp.
She felt him pull her face close. And then his length was trembling with the explosion of a climax. The eruption tore itself from her throat as his length pulsed and shivered and then pulled free. A spurt of white-hot ejaculate slathered her tongue and washed the inside of her mouth. She was only just registering the taste, and the rush of cloying wetness, when his length pulsed and spurted again.
‘Damn,’ he croaked.
The whisper of his word was a stark contrast to the power of the ejaculate erupting from his loins.
He spurted a third time.
And a fourth.
Tavia almost choked trying to swallow all the spend he was shooting into her mouth. As soon as she had closed her throat on one thick and creamy mouthful it felt as though he had already filled her cheeks to bulging. She could taste him with every breath and knew the flavour of his climax would be with her for the rest of the day. It was a scent she would happily inhale later when she gently frotted herself to sleep.
That thought made her realise that her fingers had stopped sliding in and out of the wet crease between her legs. Rather than trying to cajole her own pleasure with subtle manipulation she realised there were three fingers jammed deep into her sex. The tips were pushed firm against the deliciously sensitive pad at the front of her innermost muscles.
Tavia squeezed her palm hard against the throbbing nub of her clitoris.
It was as much as she needed to push her body beyond the precipice of pleasure. She gasped and relished the rush of satisfaction as it rippled through her body.
And, although she had tried to maintain her balance whilst she squatted on the floor to suck the seer, an involuntary twitch of her leg muscle sent her sprawling. She cried out in protest, surprised by the way her
