Page 86 of The Wolf and Her Shadows

Mariane

When Vannaria releases me so fast that I stumble forward, I can’t help but to laugh. Her excitement is entirely too adorable. Without a moment’s hesitation, she flops down onto the forest floor, arms and legs spread wide like they’d been while she was kneeling.

It’s hard to imagine that this is the same woman who’d shamelessly flirted with me when we’d first met. The way she’d taunted me… I still see glimpses of that side of her, every now and then. But this side of her…

Oh gods, how I love when she looks at me as if I’m truly a queen. A goddess, even. When she treats me as if I’m something precious, but not fragile. When she obeys my every command, every desire, sometimes before I’ve even voiced them.

Swallowing down the emotions swirling inside me, I take a step toward her, then another. Dropping to my knees next to her head, I lightly run a finger down her cheek, reveling in the way she shivers at my touch. “Look at you.” I tap her lips twice, humming in satisfaction when they part, allowing me to slip my finger inside her mouth. “So eager.”

Her hooded eyes are locked on mine as she begins sucking on my finger, the vibration of her muffled groans sending a fresh flood of arousal straight to my core. I allow her to keep it up for a brief moment while I run my free hand back and forth across her chest, her nipples stiff beneath my palms.

When she arches into my touch, I chuckle darkly, pulling my finger from my mouth. “So greedy. It’s a shame, really. I’d thought you’d be able to control yourself better than that.” Grinning wickedly, I wipe the saliva from my finger onto my own nipple. “But it seems as though I’ll have to restrain you again after all.”

The whimper she lets out sounds so desperate that it’s almost enough for me to forgo all my plans of prolonging her torture. Almost. Instead, I shift my gaze to my awaiting vines and command two of them to wrap around Vannaria’s wrists, pinning her arms to the ground. As she'd just admitted to fantasizing about all day.

One of her shadow tendrils drifts a bit closer and I raise a brow at the bound woman before reaching out to stroke it with the back of my hand. She shudders, attempting to close her legs, but I quickly wrap two more vines around her ankles, spreading them even further apart.

“Ah ah ah,” I chide, tauntingly shaking a finger at her. “Patience, My Love. You’ll get some relief soon enough.”

She nods, her voice trembling as she whispers, "My sincerest apologies, Your Majesty. Please forgive me for my weakness.”

“Hmm.” I continue stroking her shadow as I look toward her glistening cunt. “Perhaps I could show you a bit of mercy. Considering how obedient you’ve been so far.”

Making eye contact with her again, I wrap a vine around each of her upper thighs, restricting her movement further. “Tell me, would you prefer it if I were to allow you to touch yourself with your shadow…” I give the tendril in my hand a squeeze for emphasis before using the last of my vines to stroke the smooth skin of her mound, just above her clit. “Or would you prefer one of my vines?”

A strangled whine slips past her lips, and I can tell she’s straining against the restraints on her legs as she rasps, “Your vines. Please. I want to focus all of my attention on pleasing you.”

“As you wish.” Smiling, I bend down to give her a deep kiss.

After a brief moment, I pull away with a gasp, my own need becoming far too great to wait any longer to have her mouth back on my cunt. To touch her. Glancing back toward her spread legs, I concentrate on the vine between them and slowly start circling her clit with the tip of it. Since I’m a bit out of practice using my magic, it’s admittedly a bit clumsy at first, but soon enough Vannaria begins to whimper softly, letting me know I’ve set the right rhythm.

Just to be sure, I lean in close to her ear and whisper, “How does it feel? Has your queen’s magical touch met your expectations?”

“Yes, Your Majes…” Her response is interrupted by a loud moan. “Majesty. As always your touch feels…” She gasps before gritting her teeth, beads of sweat gathering on her brow. “Mariane, please. I need you. I can’t wait any longer.”

A shiver runs through me at the desperation in her voice. “I was wondering how long it would take you to break. To beg.”

“I’m sorry, I–”

I cut off her apology by swinging a leg over her and straddling her face, finally pressing my cunt back against her mouth. Her eyes widen in surprise for a brief moment before her tongue quickly parts my folds, lapping up my wetness as she’d done earlier.

“Do you see what you’ve done to me?, I whisper, fisting a handful of hair on the top of her head. “Taste my desire for you?”

Vannaria groans, thrusting her tongue inside me at the same time her shadow tendrils grasp my hips, gently nudging me forward. With a low moan of my own, I start grinding against her face, careful not to accidentally smother her while she fucks me with her tongue.

Two more tendrils of shadow appear in my periphery, and I watch as they loosely coil around my ankles before drifting higher and higher up my body until they’re gently cupping my breasts. I gasp, arching into the strange, yet entirely welcome touch.

The elf beneath me hums in response, sending another shiver throughout my body. After a brief moment, two smaller shadows branch off, swirling around my nipples before roughly pinching them. A guttural growl rips its way out of my throat as I throw my head back, rolling my hips even faster.

Knowing that the closer to orgasm I become the less control I’ll have on my magic, I allow the vine circling Vannaria’s clit to fall limply to the ground. Her whine of protest quickly morphs into a strangled groan when I lean back and cup her between the legs.

Oh gods… She’s utterly drenched.

Slipping two fingers deep inside her cunt, I curl my fingers, gathering up as much of her wetness as I can before pulling them back out. Ignoring her pitiful sounding whimper, I tense my trembling thigh muscles and carefully lift myself off her mouth.

For a moment, I simply hold her violet gaze, both of us gasping for breath. Then I slowly lift my fingers up in front of her face, making sure she can see how wet they are as I snarl, “Look at this mess your greedy cunt made.” She whimpers again. “I think it’s only fair that you clean it up.”

Her eyes stay locked on my fingers as I move them between my own legs, smearing her arousal all over my throbbing clit. I repeat the process again, feeling her tremble beneath me while I force her to watch me pleasure myself.