Strife & Valor: Book II of The Rorke Burningsoul Saga by Regina Watts (red queen ebook .TXT) 📕

the high elf into her dark arms and lowered her mouth for a sensual kiss. Then another, and another. Branwen gasped beneath the ministrations of Valeria’s hidden hand, their tongues mingling in secretive pink shimmers between their shifting lips. Eventually, the high elf’s shocked hand lifted to the durrow’s breast and carefully caressed, her eyelids fluttering with pleasure.

I had seen Valeria with quite a number of women during my time with her in El’ryh, but suffice it to say nothing had been so sweet to my eyes as the vision unfurling before me in that little inn of Soot. The two women whom I loved, their limbs contrasting in more ways than simply color. Both were well-shaped and feminine in all the best ways, but Branwen had a layer of muscle that Valeria’s indolent lifestyle as the Materna did not necessarily permit. The women moaned together amid a tangle of caresses. Soon, much as Valeria’s fingers worked beneath the blanket that slipped slowly farther down, so too did Branwen’s hand go searching for a more efficient way to stimulate her companion’s nerves. Valeria gasped, nuzzling against Branwen’s ear and whispering something there at a volume so soft only an elf could have heard it.

Whatever it was, Branwen laughed and kissed her.

How my head and body swam, drunk with more desire than exhaustion! Yet I did not wish to interrupt the scene, this moment of Branwen’s experimentation. The novelty certainly seemed to have an impact on her: between the softness of Valeria’s feminine caress and the invigorating effects of my observation, Branwen reached a surprisingly fast climax and seemed as though to nearly wince with the power of it. Certainly her leg twitched up, holding Valeria’s wrist there, and her eyes fluttered along with the contortions of her brow.

“Oh yes,” she gasped, “oh yes, oh yes, oh, Valeria—”

“Would you mind if I rode him first?” Brushing her damp lips over Branwen’s pink mouth, Valeria smiled as she murmured, “I’ve wished to use him for quite some time…but it was more important to me in the bandit den that he go put himself to use on you.”

Shocked, Branwen searched her face and asked, “Why?”

Valeria didn’t look like she understood the question. Knowing how loose the mores of the durrow could be in matters of jealousy, she probably didn’t.

“You surface beings really are very repressed,” Valeria said with an aristocratic titter, nuzzling Branwen before pressing her body into my arm. “Here, Paladin…hold her while I ride you, help me pleasure her before she takes her turn.”

Though I was no longer Valeria’s slave, there were some commands a man didn’t mind taking. My arm sliding around Branwen, I caught her jaw in my other hand and drew her honeysuckle mouth to mine. Her sweet, breathless moans only sharpened as Valeria drew the sheet away from me to reveal how excited I had been by the exhibition beside me. With an admiring groan, the durrow leaned her head down and ran her tongue along my throbbing length.

A vision of Gundrygia rolled through my mind.

Why that phantom appeared just then, or why she rattled me so, I could not explain. Perhaps it was because Gundrygia had excited me so sharply in sepulcher…or perhaps it was something else. I tried not to ponder what that could have been and committed myself to kissing and caressing Branwen. My hands followed the familiar smooth curves of her body to tickle along her backside, down her thighs, in between her legs. While Brawen moaned, I made more than one noise of my own pleasure—first beneath the unearned suckling of Valeria’s lips, and then the slight weight of her body as she mounted me with a rolling groan of my name.

“Oh, Branwen! Isn’t he such a fine man…” Taking to the rhythm of riding me at once, Valeria slithered in my lap and smiled as the sight of my cock piercing dark labia made Branwen moan. “Yes, oh, why, he’s such a gorgeous stud that the sight of him fucking someone else is nearly as exciting as being fucked by him. Let me watch him spill his seed in you, high elf…oh, I can think of few visions as sweet as that.”

Branwen’s body grew soaked beneath my fingers at that plea. “How could you want to watch a thing like that? Don’t you feel jealous at all? Oh, Anroa, I’ll be so exposed…”

“That will make it all the sweeter, to have the coupling witnessed. Oh, yes! Yes, Burningsoul…Rorke, this sword of yours, oh, by Roserpine, I could fill myself with it all day…”

The dark elf leaned back to work her hips up and down upon my throbbing shaft. I groaned, the sight of my hard manhood sliding in and out of her dusky flesh and that valley of pink in between enough to make my head swim with bliss. Branwen also seemed quite taken with the sight, crying out as my fingers slid inside to work her over properly. She offered her mouth to me, her cherry blossom lips falling open, her tongue coaxing into action the eager playing of my own. My fingers moved faster as her body tightened. Seeing this, Valeria hastened the pace of her riding, her body tipping into an ecstatic orgasm that tightened her core and made her flutter wildly around my length.

“Yes,” she moaned, her hands tangling in her long plumes of white hair, “yes, yes, oh, Burningsoul, yes, yes! Soon you have to fill me with that seed of yours, Paladin…yes, oh, soon I want to feel your cum dripping out of me again! But for now…”

The dark elf dismounted me and smiled as I bobbed with yet more desire. “Go on,” she urged, caressing my cheek. “I want so terribly to watch.”

Happy to oblige her, I turned to see Branwen’s face and found her every feature ablaze with lust. Seeking to cool her with my kisses only worsened her fever, and, moaning into my mouth, the high elf soon sprawled upon her back