Valkyrie's Claim (Academy of Immortals 2)
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My dick reacts the same when I see her, regardless of the conditions. In the training room, seeing her in the dining hall, a glimpse in the library.
I’ve jerked off twice already (not including the wet dream) and after I get back to my room, I settle onto the couch and unbutton my trousers.
Back when I was a prince, I could snap my fingers and a woman would appear. Any size, shape, color, or combination. They’d arrive without a fuss and let me do whatever I wanted. They’d suck me off, let me come on their tits, offer any and every hole. It was boring. I don’t think I tugged my own cock until after I’d become Immortal. Battlefields have long lulls and very few women. A good soldier learns to adapt.
All of that has changed with Hildi. She’s the one that haunts my dreams and waking hours. I think of shiny blonde hair. Her curvy, toned figure. The swell of her breasts and the roundness of her backside. I think about her. Dream of her mouth. And now, for the millionth time of the day, I fantasize that I’m man enough to fulfill her needs.
Even so, I feel the slightest hint of shame as I slide my hand beneath my shorts and pull out my already-erect cock. A real man would find his woman and fuck her rightfully, not sit in the shadows by the fire, rubbing one off.
I rest my head on the cushion and stroke down my length, having no problem conjuring up a million different images of Hildi. I focus on her lips, the way they’re dark pink and full. How they twist when she’s thinking or how she bites down on the bottom one when she’s curious. I recall their taste, the feel of them against mine; plump and firm. I imagine what they’d look like wrapped around my cock, what her tongue would feel like. Warm. Good. Best. That’s how it would feel. So warm, so good, so best—
The door wrenches open and slams. I jerk up and reach for a pillow, covering my lap. Hildi stands in my room, very agitated and wearing very little clothing.
I pinch my thigh to see if this is a dream.
Ouch. Fuck.
“Just once today it would be nice if someone could be absolutely honest with me. No game play. No fucking around.”
“Um, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Agis.” She starts pacing, looking like an amazon in those heels. The edge of her ass hangs from her very tight shorts. “You know how he is with everything. And then Roland—”
I sit up, wincing at the pain in my crotch. “You saw Roland.”
“Yes. He summoned me. Forced me into this ridiculous outfit, and then made me bring him his snack.” She tugs at the braids in her hair and they fall in waves around her shoulders. “It was all a ruse, of course, to get me to give them the key in exchange for cutting back on Victorine’s punishments.”
Anger bubbles in my chest. “What did you do?”
“I told him to fuck off. He’s a godsdamned pig.” She glances over at me, taking me in for the first time since she walked in. “What are you doing?”
“Just sitting here.”
She strides over, stopping before me, and my eyes go straight to her chest. The round swell of her tits spills through the V of the vest. Annnnnd, I’m hard again.
“You’re never just sitting here.” She looks around. “You’re not even reading a book.”
I swallow thickly, willing my body to behave. That’s the one thing I don’t have control over. Never have.
“Rupert.”
She leans forward, resting one hand on the back of the couch. Her face, those lips, her tits, are inches from me, and I fight the urge to shift.
I’ve faced down kings and their armies, dragons and gods.
I cannot beat this woman.
Hildi reaches for the pillow and moves it aside, revealing my unbuttoned pants and my rock-hard cock. Her blazing blue eyes hold mine.
“Were you pleasuring yourself?”
“Yes.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“You.”
“Doing what? Fucking me? Bending me over the chair? Bouncing on your cock?”