You Don't Get to Run
This was a kind of sex she had never known. At first she had been certain she would take no pleasure in it—that she meant only to corrupt this one knight—yet before she realized it, Roina was answering his slow, careful, ticklish caresses with quickened breath.
With the hand that was not moving inside her, Ethan was kneading her breast. As if that first brief, passion-driven squeeze had been a lie, he held her gently now, rolling his thumb to tease her nipple. And the mouth that had been showering her with downy kisses finally closed over her other breast. Unlike the hard, rough shell of him, his tongue was astonishingly soft. The lips that lightly drew in her peak nipped as if her breast were something precious, tasting the softness of it with care.
His tongue circled her nipple. She had never been touched so cautiously, and she could not help heating beneath it. His foreplay was like a tide coming in by degrees. It looked calm, yet wave by wave it knocked at her gate, opening her little by little.
Ethan let out a hot breath. Against skin grown sensitive, she felt that breath whole.
His other hand was already stroking slowly along her waist. Everywhere his hot, callused palm passed, a shiver prickled through her, sharp and electric. Those heavy movements had found the place that gave her the greatest pleasure and were striking it again and again. Each time, she bit back a sound and trembled.
Just as that great gate was about to open, he came down from above her.
Involuntary tears gathered in her eyes as she looked up at him descending from the table. His gaze was glazed, yet the knight's uniform he wore was not disturbed in the slightest. A strange regret rose in her. A little longer, and she could have come. Not as violently as before—and for that very reason, into a greater pleasure.
She regretted it, but there was nothing to be done. Had Ethan not been the knight who said from the start that he would not take her? So the game ended here.
She was resigning herself to that when something hot and wet touched her sex.
"Hah—!"
She arched like a bow, startled in spite of herself. Her hips drew back a little of their own accord, but that wet tongue followed her without mercy. Against her thigh she felt the same rough fingers as before. They neither seized her nor forced her, and yet somehow she did not want to pull away from him.
Ethan lapped lightly at her sex. What his fingers had been pleasuring only moments ago gaped and spilled, slick with her fluids. Without thinking he licked his lips, then sucked gently at her clit and slid his fingers into her once more.
She had been stimulated at her clit and inside at once before, but she had never been caressed this long, this slowly. Her belly, already melted to the brink of opening, was the same. She trembled without meaning to. It was from bliss.
Inside her his fingers moved in and out, striking in a steady rhythm the peak of pleasure he had found. The sensation had grown heavier; he must have gone from two fingers to three. Heat gathered low in her abdomen, thick and slow.
She did not know what to do with a pleasure so unfamiliar. Whether Ethan knew how she was responding or not, he worked the tip of his tongue against her clit. Not urgent. Not fast. Only a constant, unhurried stimulation. Even so, she felt a great wave surging in like a flood. The ticklish feeling, the warmth that kept connecting, stacked layer upon layer until it grew past what she could hold. Her toes curled of their own accord. Strength flooded her whole body. And then, the moment that height reached its crest, it burst.
"Hh—! Hnn, ah—! Aah—!!!"
The tongue and fingers that had been licking her to a steady rhythm stopped. He waited so she could tremble and savor the afterglow in full. Then, slowly, he slipped out of her.
For a moment she floundered inside that enormous wave. She lay slack on the table, panting. It was the first time, after climax, that she had been allowed to properly dwell on the feeling. Spent, she went limp where she lay.
Ethan watched that sight in silence. His cock was already hugely swollen, angry, nagging its master—whispering at him to hurry, to split the softest flesh of the delicious woman before him and ruin her completely. No. In truth that was Ethan's own thought. He wanted her to look only at him, to come undone because of him, to cry out only beneath him.
In that instant he understood. He was already captive to the woman before his eyes. He harbored for her a lust fierce enough to burn his life to ash—something he had never felt in all his days, and had never believed he would.
He covered his eyes with one hand.
Damn it.
He had betrayed the Empire's Sun long ago.
When her overtaxed body rode that single great wave, Roina felt her mind going dim. She was a step from blacking out. She was tired past endurance. But then a man came into her sight, dressed in a knight's formal uniform not disturbed in the slightest, covering his eyes. She did not like it.
Her body and her heart were a wreck; she lay naked and undone, and the man who had made her this way was wearing every garment, neat as a pin.
The corner of her mouth crooked upward.
"Ethan."
Her languid voice rang through the room. Ethan, who had not yet collected himself, turned his eyes toward Roina by instinct.
There a goddess wearing a mischievous smile was beckoning him, lazy and slow.
"What are you doing? Aren't you coming in?"
He could not defy her.
She had provoked him first, yet the moment Ethan actually drew her in by the waist, Roina shrank a little. She could see the hard muscle of his hands and arms faintly flexing. He stared at her as if spellbound. The look was terribly intense.
When something hot and heavy touched her secret place, her passage—already loosened, and soaked from the climax just past—fluttered, eager to draw that enormous shaft smoothly in.
As if her exhaustion had been a lie, Roina grew aroused as she never had before. Having been moved so slowly until now, she hungered for stimulation that was fast and fierce.
As she drew a deep breath, a large man came into view, brows twisted, looking as if he might cry.
A single tear fell from his eye.
"......I cannot, after all. I am sorry."
Her eyes went wide. She let out a long breath, struck by a regret she could not name.
The huge knight began to draw slowly off her, eyes boiling with desire plain to anyone who looked. Roina found she did not like that either.
You're human too. The same as I am.
Yes. The thought came of itself.
She caught Ethan by the shoulder as he backed away, then shifted her hips and pressed herself flush against his lower body. She wound her legs entirely around his waist.
You're not getting away.
Meeting Roina's challenging eyes, he looked deeply flustered. He seemed never to have dreamed she would act like this. Roina pressed her sex tight to his cock. Hot, the two of them clung as if their bodies meant to lock. Fullness surged through her again—the urge to become one.
No. This would not do. Undo her into this wreck and then run? He was not leaving until he fell into the same mire.
A lewd, wet sound filled the room. He had clenched so hard that the point of Ethan's jaw trembled. His eyes shook without mercy, as if he stood before a trial unlike any he had known. She ignored it and moved her hips, slowly taking his cock into her. Her hot entrance opened little by little, slick, and swallowed his thick, burning glans.
"Kh—!"
Ethan startled and, without thinking, tried to take a step back. But Roina's slender legs were already wrapped around his waist. He could not move.
Ethan was shut inside a fence named Roina—one he could have broken with ease.
She rolled her hips a little more leisurely and took him fully, deep inside. The tight, filling sensation gave a satisfaction of an entirely different order from fingers. Overwhelmed by it, she drew a breath and held it.
Frozen, unable to so much as twitch under Roina's lead, Ethan shuddered the moment she sheathed him, as if a current had run through his body. Thick veins stood out on the back of the hand gripping the edge of the table where she had lain, and a growl leaked between his teeth. Whatever he had been barely holding onto snapped clean.
He swept Roina up into his arms. Her soft naked body slid against his hard one like velvet. She drew in a breath, feeling the rough, thick, callused hands locked at her waist, the broad wall of muscle that did not so much as sway when she leaned into it, and—lifted like this—his cock driving deeper still.