Feeling somewhat justified, she was able to push the guilty voice away and open herself again to the delicious sensations of the big warrior tonguefucking her deeply.
“Roke! Roke!” she cried, pulling his hair and bucking her hips shamelessly. “Oh Goddess, that feels so…so good. But I need…I want…”
“I know what you need, sweetheart.” He looked up briefly, his eyes half-lidded with lust, his mouth wet with her juices. “You need to come. So just relax and let me bring you all the way—relax and let me make you come.”
“All right, Roke.” Obediently, Elli spread her thighs even wider, ready to give him anything he wanted.
To her surprise, she felt not his tongue but his fingers sliding into her honey well this time.
“Oh!” She looked up at him. “Roke?”
“It’s all right,” he assured her. “Just going to fingerfuck your soft little cunt while I lap your Goddess pearl, sweetheart. It’s the fastest way to make you come and heal that ache you’re feeling.”
“Yes, Roke,” she whispered, bucking her hips a little, to help him penetrate her more deeply. “If…if you say so.”
“I do, little priestess,” he growled softly. “So just lay back and let me make you come. Let me heal your soft little pussy.”
Then he bent forward and sucked her secret spot between his lips, lapping it over and over with the tip of his tongue until Elli gasped and fishtailed under his hot mouth.
Her orgasm wasn’t long in coming after that. As the big warrior thrust into her with two long, strong fingers and sucked and lapped her Goddess pearl, Elli felt that by-now-familiar wire in her belly snap and a heart-pounding flood of pleasure washed over her in a heated rush that made her toes curl and her entire body stiffen.
“Oh yes! Yes, Roke—yes!” she heard herself chanting as she bucked against his tongue. “Yes, yes, right there—right there—yes!”
Roke rode out her orgasm, lapping and thrusting deep in her pussy, making Elli cry and beg as she rode his tongue and fingers shamelessly. It felt so good—even better than the orgasm she’d given herself the night before—and she wished it might never end.
But at last she began to feel that her secret spot was getting too sensitive to be touched and started twitching her hips away from the big warrior.
Roke seemed to understand that she had reached her limit of pleasure, because he pulled back with a last, sweet, sucking kiss to her pussy, and looked up at her.
“Gods, you taste delicious little priestess,” he growled, his voice hoarse with lust. “Do you feel better now? Is the ache all gone?”
“Yes.” Elli nodded, still breathless from the intense pleasure. She felt limp and tired and completely contented. “Yes, Roke—you healed me just right. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He kissed her again, this time on the small, springy mound of curls at the apex of her sex. “And listen, if you start hurting and aching again, just let me know.”
“You mean you’ll…you’ll heal me again?” Elli asked him, nibbling her lower lip.
He nodded.
“Any time at all, little priestess. If your nipples or your soft little pussy starts aching, just tell me and I’ll be down on my knees, lapping your soft little cunt before the words are out of your mouth.”
“You must like to heal,” Elli remarked, twitching her hips. His hot, dirty words were making her throb again.
“I fucking love it,” Roke growled. “But only when it’s you, sweetheart,” he added. “I don’t want to heal anyone else. All right?”
“All right.” Elli nodded. “Thank you, Roke.”
“Any time,” he murmured. Then, kissing her mound again, he rose slowly and slid back into bed beside her. “Now go to sleep, little priestess. Tomorrow is another big day.”
“Yes, I…I suppose it is.” Elli sighed and shifted to get more comfortable in his arms. She loved to pillow her head on his broad chest and listen to the comforting deep rhythm of his heart.
But inside, she was already wondering when it would be appropriate to ask Roke to “heal” her again…
Thirty-Four
The next few days, they fell into a kind of routine. They got up early for the communal breakfast and then Elli spent most of the day in the training ring with Demon while Roke watched her work.
Now that she had a connection with him, the huge zorel was coming along nicely. He truly was one of the most intelligent zorels Elli had ever worked with and he understood at once what she was asking of him and was willing—even eager—to do it.
However, Demon was only willing to work with her—he still snorted warningly when the other grooms came near and he didn’t much like the Crown Prince either. Elli knew she had a way to go with him—unfortunately he was what her father used to call a “one person zorel” and he had apparently picked Elli as his person. She had to find a way to transfer his affections, though she wasn’t sure how she was going to manage it.