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

to offer me total use of her body. I slid between her widely splayed legs and drew her hips toward me, a pillow fitting beneath to provide an extra bit of leverage. Then, with Valeria watching intently and my eyes often roving over to hers, I aligned myself to the sweet pink ripples of Branwen’s oozing ocean and, one inch at a time, pushed home into her.

“Oh! Rorke! Rorke—oh, Anroa, you always feel so big, but especially at first. And, now—”

Her scarlet blush had reached the tips of her high pointed ears. She glanced through streams of blonde hair at our bedmate, who watched with one cheek propped upon her fist. Valeria’s other hand slid down to hold Branwen’s, and somehow this sight was erotic to me in its own right.

“There, now, I know you can take it, Branwen…I see how much potential you have to be an eager little slut for Rorke, for me…if only you’d let yourself.”

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh, I can’t believe—this is all so strange—”

While I drew her thigh a little higher to pound her all the more deeply, Branwen nearly wept with pleasure and gripped the headboard in her free hand. As I gave it to her, still thinking reflexively as I did of her face at the moment of her betrayal, Valeria lowered her head to kiss and nuzzle and occasionally run her tongue along the edge of Branwen’s surely sensitive ear.

“It only feels strange because it’s new, friend, rest assured…why, soon I’d wager you’ll be comfortable with Indra and Odile playing along, as well. Just wait until you see how hard Odile likes it! Oh, it’s almost frightening…I love to see it.”

Branwen gasped abruptly, her body contorting up toward mine. “Rorke!”

The tone of her voice, the sight of the women nuzzling against one another, the way they held hands while I laid claim to Branwen—it was all such a peak of stimulation after Gundrygia’s teasing and the rest of our journey into town that I groaned, giving into the rapid squeezing of the high elf’s tight body as her orgasm attempted to inspire one of my own. Pleasure bolted through me like lighting, racing from my groin to my skull and through every inch of my suddenly electrified body. Branwen gasped to receive my seed; Valeria moaned just to see such a thing. Everything slowed and, for a few sweet seconds, my mind was at perfect ease. Indeed, my mind was no mind at all.

And then, nearly soon as it came, the climax faded. I gasped myself to consciousness. Branwen still shivered beneath me; I admired her face somewhat blearily while she was wracked with her own pleasure. When her body finished this celebration of joy, I kissed her, then drew myself from her flooded valley.

“Isn’t it lovely to feel him inside you even now?” Valeria’s tone, though sleepy, was sensual even still. Shyly blushing, Branwen bit her lip.

“It is a rather exciting sensation,” the high elf allotted stiffly while I, chuckling, stretched out along the side of the bed nearest to the door. “I’d ought not to, since if he were to give me a child my adventuring days would surely be at an end…but it’s such an intoxicating feeling, and oh, I love to have him so deep inside me…ah!”

Valeria had sat up. Now, to Branwen’s surprise but not quite so much to my own, the dark elf drew apart her surface cousin’s thighs and examined the shining flesh beneath. “You really are so frightfully shy, Branwen…but you like to be looked at, don’t you.”

Whining, writhing, the high elf gasped while Valeria lowered a fingertip to that sensitive nodule of feminine desire. After a few little passes, the durrow’s fingers caressed lower, lower, and soon slid just within Branwen’s tight body. While the high elf moaned, so did the durrow, enthusing, “Ah, Branwen! How sweet, I can still feel his semen in you…how wet you are with it!”

Laughing, Valeria drew her fingers from Branwen’s quim and admired the contrast of my white seed upon them. Then, working this into the supple skin of Branwen’s pubic mound, Valeria continued teasing her clitoris until the druid erupted in a new, far sharper orgasm.

“I know you just love his cum,” Valeria said approvingly, settling down between the two of us with a look of nearly feline contentment. “So do I…and I don’t mind sharing if you don’t, Branwen.”

Now that was the real trick!

GUNDRYGIA’S FIELD

THE CAREFREE SELECTRICES attending Weltyr have never slept half so well as I did following that little bit of celebration. After our escape from El’ryh, our battle with Al-listux, our rescue of Branwen and our treacherous journey through the Nightlands, I was simply happy to be alive. Happier, still to have the affection of so many beautiful women. Happiest of all that I dreamt no more terrible visions. In fact, even Valeria seemed unplagued by her usual troublesome nightmares.

Yet still she was a very sensitive woman. Branwen sprang out of bed a few hours before nightfall, shaking me awake to demand directions to the bathhouse.

“Why don’t you go ask old Erdwud,” I teased her. “I’m sure he’d like to think of that.”

She slapped me in the side of the face with a pillow and demanded the directions again. Once I yielded the information, she sprang out of bed and was gone, leaving me alone with Valeria. The displaced Materna had been awoken by the good-natured quarrel between myself and the high elf. When we were alone, she turned over to face me, her body stretching along mine.

“Good bloom to you, Burningsoul,” she said in husky tone that fired my blood anew.

“Good morning,” I told her, glancing at the curtains. “Or evening, rather.”

How soft, those privileged fingertips! She had well and truly never worked a day in her life, Valeria; not with her hands. I exhaled and drew them to my mouth from where they trailed along my chest, their fragrant skin like silk against my lips.

“There is