Page 87 of The Wolf and Her Shadows

“Open your mouth.” When the elf’s lips part again, I shove my fingers into her mouth, moaning at the way she obediently sucks the remaining wetness from them. Pressing down on her tongue, I gently pry her mouth back open and whisper, “You’ve done such a good job of proving what an obedient servant you are. All you have to do now is finish cleaning up the rest of your mess.”

With that, I release her tongue and press my cunt back against her mouth. Like the devoted lover she is, Vannaria immediately drags her tongue against my clit, drawing a loud groan from deep in my chest when she then begins sucking on it. Blindly reaching behind me, I slip my fingers back inside her cunt, stroking along her inner walls while rubbing my thumb against her wet and swollen clit.

Muffled moans fill the air, as well as several that are loud enough they might very well be heard back in the village. I’m much too far gone now to care, however, not with the way my lover’s mouth is so expertly bringing me toward the brink of pleasure.

My chest heaves with every breath I take, and my eyes nearly roll back in my head when tendrils of shadow resume pinching my nipples. I can tell Vannaria’s close as well, the woman’s muscles straining while she writhes in her restraints, only able to lift her torso an inch off the ground.

“Together,” I gasp, sinking the fingers of my free hand back into her thoroughly mussed hair.

She nods against me, and I suck in a sharp breath when one of her shadows teases my entrance. It doesn’t move inside me but instead remains in the perfect position so that every time I roll my hips I’m dragging my dripping folds along it.

Eyes half-shut, yet still holding my gaze, Vannaria sucks much harder on my clit before lightly dragging her teeth over it. I shudder violently, letting out another loud moan when the woman’s cunt clamps around my fingers at the same time. And then, she gently bites down.

My vision immediately goes white, a guttural snarl ripping out of my throat as wave after wave of pleasure surges throughout my entire body, leaving behind nothing but an intense feeling of euphoria in their wake.

I’m barely able to hear Vannaria’s own muffled cry over the sound of the blood rushing in my ears, yet I can tell by the way her cunt is now pulsating around my fingers, and her body is twitching, that she just fell over the edge as well. Her shadow tendrils have also dissipated now, the spent woman likely no longer able to concentrate on her magic while riding out the lingering waves of her orgasm.

Removing my hand from between her legs, I dismiss my vines and carefully lift myself up onto my trembling knees. To my amusement, her mouth follows, her neck straining in an attempt to continue licking up the arousal still dripping from my cunt.

Chuckling, I sink my fingers back into her tousled dark purple hair and pull her head back. “Enough, Vannaria,” I whisper, my voice strained and throat raw. “Enough. You need to breathe. And…” Summoning every ounce of energy I have left in me, I climb off her face and sprawl out on the ground next to her. “I need you to hold me now.”

Vannaria doesn’t waste a single moment before gathering me into her arms, holding me tightly with my head resting against her chest. Like she’s done so many times before. My eyes begin to burn, and so I quickly squeeze them shut, refusing to spoil the moment with yet more of my foolish tears.

But, of course, she somehow notices.

Placing a soft kiss on the top of my head, she tightens her embrace and softly whispers, “I’ve got you, Mariane. You’re safe.” Another kiss, this one on my forehead. “And I love you. So fucking much.”

“I love you too,” I mutter, pressing my lips against her chest. “I’m sorry I have such a bad habit of crying after we’ve had sex.”

“Don’t be. It makes perfect sense that you’re a bit emotional.” I frown and I’m about to argue further before she adds, “You just used your magic for the first time in seven years. Trust me, if you think you’re bad, you should’ve seen us when we learned we had the ability to shadow travel. Immediately after drowning.”

“You drowned?” I ask, my brows furrowing. “When?”

She takes a shuddering breath. “We did. And we were nine.”

Swallowing down a gasp of surprise, I cuddle closer and whisper, “Is that why you–”

“Yes, that’s why I asked you not to touch me in the stream.”

“Oh.” The hint of pain and anger in her voice made it clear she doesn’t wish to explain the incident further, so I quickly return to our original conversation topic by blurting out, “Speaking of magic, I can actually do a lot more with mine than just summon vines and grow grass.”

“Is that so?” she asks, curiosity replacing the temporary coldness in her tone.

I nod, my cheek brushing against her faintly glowing skin. “It is. I can manipulate dirt and water as well. Although I’ll admit it’s quite a bit more difficult for me.”

She hums, thoughtfully. “So, most aspects of nature, then?”

I lift the one shoulder I’m able to in a shrug. “More or less. I’m also able to heal some injuries, as long as they’re fresh and the creature is deserving of it.”

“If they’re deserving? Is that a rule you set, or an actual requirement?”

“Both,” I reply, with only a bit of hesitation. “My magic only works when I will it to, and if the person is an asshole then… Well, magic comes from the heart, the soul, and mine seems to have a problem taking away the pain and suffering of someone who’s earned it.”

I’m honestly a bit shocked when Vannaria responds by snarling, “As you should. There are some lessons that can only be learned through…” She clears her throat, voice softening. “Apologies, my mind wandered to a dark place for a moment.”

“That’s alright.” I reach up to gently cup her cheek. “Thank you for not judging me. And I promise… We’ll make them all pay for what they’ve done.”

“Yes,” she breathes. “We will.”