Warning: The forthcoming chapter is NSFW. Contains Adult Themes, Fantasy Violence, and/or Explicit Sexual Situations. Intended for a Mature Audience. 18+ Sensitive Readers are Cautioned - Read At Your Own Risk.
Should you prefer not to subscribe, but wish to listen/read uninterrupted for a one time low fee, this tale is available to purchase as an ebook, audiobook, or paperback directly from the author in its entirety.
Druid Fox Chapter 28
Artie
She laughed at Duncan’s frown when she skipped away from him after driving the Tesla. She drove to Draoithe and back. They toured the construction site and the grounds, checking out all the recent additions.
She liked the little Tesla car. It fit her well.
Duncan felt it was small. She told him to relax. It was only his aura that was cramped. The vehicle was plenty large enough to accommodate his physical size.
“Are you displeased with me, Duncan?” she asked.
“No, my queen, will you take my hand?” he asked her, and she took his hand.
Speak to me. What do you call me in your mind? I know the magic compels you to say my name aloud, but I’m curious about who I am in your head.
In all the centuries, he’d enjoyed his power over her and also hated it. He dominated her both because he enjoyed doing it and because the magic forced him to take her against her will. That she wanted him staggered him, but he was curious about how she thought of him.
Sometimes when I see your intelligence shining, I call you a sly old fox, but you’re my Fox King. I think it this way, “Are you pleased with me, my Fox King?”, but I speak ‘Duncan’ every time.
I’m sorry we cannot share in that little pet name ritual as others do.
Don’t be. You’re my Fox King, and I’m in love with you. I don’t want what others have. I want what we share because I want you as you are. You healed me when I was broken. I lost my way. You saved me. I’ve known centuries of love and safety. You never compromised my honor. It’s still yours. I’m still your Fox Queen. I can’t speak the words aloud even though I’ve tried many times. Will you make love to me?
Come and I’ll remind you what it is to be a consort to Ruiri.
Artie caught her breath and followed Duncan into their bedroom. Emboldened, she wanted whatever he would give her. The magic wouldn’t allow her to speak so to him. It didn’t stop her from thinking about it.
When the door closed, he ordered her. “Strip, my queen, you don’t need your raiment before your king.”
He disrobed before her. She took off her clothes and watched while he undressed in front of her, to her delight.
She saw the old scar from a dagger along his ribs on the left side. Her eyes traced the hard muscles in his chest and his abdominals.
She almost stopped breathing when his arm muscles contracted as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. When he pushed his pants down and his cock sprang free, she closed her eyes and groaned, expecting him using it on her.
He stepped towards her and swept her up in his arms, and he carried her to the bed, laying her down. Fox climbed onto the bed with her and lay over her.
He pressed his lips onto hers and kissed her with passion. He was gentle with her. She sighed her pleasure at the kiss as he broke it and began caressing her breasts.
He looked into her eyes as she gazed back. She could see all the love in his soul. His gaze moved to the ancient claim scar along her neck.
“May I taste you?” he whispered. She nodded.
“Will you taste me?”
He wanted her to bite him, to drink from him as they had done when they bonded.
“Before and after?” she whispered.
He nodded.
“Yes, I will bond with you.”
She spoke the same words she had when he first asked her to be his queen.
He shifted and allowed his fangs to show. He leaned into her neck and bit into her. It was the sharpest pain and the most intense pleasure at once. He withdrew his fangs, and he drank her down.
He swallowed her blood as her life force flowed into him. She shifted so that her fangs appeared, and she sank them deep into his throat. He sucked in a hard breath at the pain she caused him and then relaxed into the intense pleasure as she drank from him.
The magic flowed between them, and she lay back, drunk in his presence. She felt him rise above her and part her thighs. She smiled at the prospect of her Fox King mounting her.
He positioned himself at her soaking entrance and slid into her inch by inch. He slowly impaled her. When he reached her center, she writhed against the exquisite pleasure of being filled by her king. She clasped his hips to her.
“Please, Duncan, Please.”
She begged him to love her, to spill himself inside of her.
He was her mate. No one else had ever mattered. No one else would ever do. Above all other things, she craved the man joining her. She wanted him. He was everything.
Fox made love to her leisurely, drawing out their pleasure. He brought her to climax three times while he played with her body and thrust into her. It was intimate, sensual, and slow. He poured his love into her, and she took all that he offered.
After her third orgasm, he came, and she rose to bite him and drink from him. He bit her and drank her down. The magic flowed between them, renewing their bond. As she drifted off to sleep, she whispered to him, “Thank you, my Fox King.”
Thank you for your support! Welcome to the dream… Sincerely, -OK
Read the Draoithe Saga
Subscribe and Read it all as I Write.
https://opheliakee.com/order?link=KLJQS
Buy books:
Payhip https://payhip.com/OpheliaKee
Books2Read https://books2read.com/OpheliaKee
Share this post