A part of me hopes that it does.
“Now,” weak Asha pants, her voice breathless.
My restraint snaps, and I surge into her, gasping as her tightness constricts around my length.
Her head tilts back, and she roars. For a moment, I worry I may have hurt my Little Vaeyark, but soon, she is arching, urging me to continue.
I pump into her, slowly at first, pushing harder with every thrust until I am fully seated, enveloped in her heat.
More than once I nearly lose myself, but I manage to stave off my release, chasing hers.
I bring my hand down, rubbing the sensitive nub that makes her curse so loudly.
“I’m…I’m…”Asha’s tight pussy throbs around my cock, and I can hold back no more.
I push deep inside Asha’s warm body, filling her, squeezing every last drop of my seed into her channel.
Making her mine.
Her limbs fall away, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
Despite my release, I feel my desire for her grow, and plant a dozen kisses across her cheeks, overwhelmed by a sudden urge to own the small Penticari.
“That was…unexpected,” she rasps.
“What did you not expect?”
“Your softness.”
My brow narrows. “There is not one soft spot on my body, save my?—”
“Not your body.” She giggles, gazing at me with amused eyes. “You. I never expected that you could be sweet.”
I, too, am surprised by my change of spirit around Asha, but I say nothing.
We settle into the tent, Asha burrowing into my arms, me holding her, feeling more content than I ever have.
She will not take another, as the princess had, for she is mine and mine alone, as is the way of Penticar.
I breathe her scent in deeply, finding myself aroused yet again, though I am determined to let Asha rest.
“I don’t regret what we did,” she says, nuzzling into me.
“You thought that you would?”
“I didn’t know what I was going to feel. A very real part of me hates you for how you’ve treated me, though I know you had your reasons. I guess I just hope you don’t campaign for us weaklings to go back to the shore.”
I chuckle. “I promise nothing.”
“My father would like you,” she says with a sardonic giggle, the scent of the berry mead still on her breath. “My true father, that is.”
“You think so?”
“He valued strength above all, which is why I was sent away.”
“In Tempest, a man would never dream of sending a woman away. He must have been thoroughly angered you were keeping rodents in his home.”
“The castle cats got to all the mice before I ever could.” She sighs. “But I remember my mother trying to save a few, rescuing them from the mouths of our felines and delivering them to the courtyard.”
