Phantom of the Library - Lidiya Foxglove Page 0,14

it would be such a pain. Of course, if I had four men, I could make them wash it for me. Hmm…

“Oooh…mercy…” His tongue had reached my pussy now. Lord Abiron was already an expert at working his tongue into every fold and crevice, just as Byron was. He teased me until I was having a hard time holding back the moans. Then he started trying to pull my dress off and then he just tore it open.

“If you’re here to kill me, I hardly need to be polite,” he said, now sitting up, his sculpted body looming over me, his tail still cuffing my ankle and reminding me that my legs wouldn’t close until he was done with me.

He slicked a finger between my swollen folds. “You seem very ready, but I will go slow. You may have noticed that I’m larger than most humans and your body will have to adjust to me inch by inch.”

“This isn’t my first…tournament,” I managed. There was no word for ‘rodeo’ in Cyprium, and I probably shouldn’t have attempted to speak in idioms in a language I only knew in a dream-like way. I wasn’t an expert at out of body time travel, what could I say?

“It is Lady Hulda’s, however.”

“Oh. Ohhh…this is going to hurt.”

“But it isn’t really your first time,” he said. “So you know what brings you pleasure. I don’t know who your first was, how skilled he was—“

I snorted. “Not very. He wasn’t even sure where to stick it exactly.”

“We will go very…slowly…and I will make sure that this, your bud of pleasure, is well stimulated, so you will beg for every inch. Won’t you?” He gave my clit another little roll between his fingers.

“Probably,” I gasped.

The head of his cock penetrated me and despite that he was going slow, I felt split. He was bigger now than he was in the future.

“You must bear it, my lady, until I have claimed your maidenhead,” he said, and I don’t think he actually had any choice but to go slow. Lady Hulda’s body had never felt a man inside her, and I did feel as if I was losing my virginity all over again, and possibly to an elephant. As I gritted my teeth, sweating through the initial pain, I looked at how utterly gorgeous Lord Abiron was, and beyond that, how much he seemed concerned for me and was trying to make it a good memory for his new bride. His tenderness made me trust him and want him with my heart, but the way his body utterly dominated mine made me wetter.

“Oh…,” I gasped as I felt wet heat inside me and his cock met less resistance. It was like I already came, in a quick flash, but then it faded before it started and now I was just soaking wet. “Oh, shit, Byron, why it is always so good when you’re in me,” I murmured. “It seems like you should destroy me and instead…”

“It seems I have that effect. Very good, my sweet maiden.”

“I just want to feel you in real life. In the flesh. As myself. Oh, I hope…this works…” My head went limp and I could barely speak now as he was going deeper into me, just when I thought, surely this must be his entire length… His tail let go of my ankle—certainly there was no need to spread me out any more than I already was—and instead looped around my waist and down to give my clit a slow, sideways stroke as he started to fuck me in earnest with the same rhythm. Each thrust went so deep, filled me up so completely, that all I could do was surrender entirely, braced for each wave of pain and intense pleasure.

My moans became cries, sweat and hot desire drenching me as his pace quickened. He was getting closer. I was crying out. I reached for his single horn and gripped it as I prepared to ride out the finish.

Suddenly, footsteps were charging toward the door.

“Lady Hulda!” someone barked.

Lord Abiron grimaced, rushing now, fucking me hard as I tried not to scream, and then his seed was filling me, getting all over me as he quickly withdrew himself from me.

He yanked down my dress, for all the good it did, since it was all torn up. Then he shoved a small knife into my hand, opened a wardrobe that was sitting against the wall, and forced me into it. The doors shut and I