Chapters (44)
- The Rising
- Table of Contents
- The Work
- The New
- The Miracle
- The Battle of the Heights
- The Losses
- The Rejection
- The Grieving
- The Brother
- The Legends
- The Women
- The Ink
- The Vengeance
- The Report
- The New Airen
- The Introduction
- The Adrift
- The Finding
- The Training
- The Assignments
- The Shimmering
- The Interrogation
- The Drawing
- The Revelation
- The Escape
- The Rainbow
- The Discussion
- The Deep
- The Dragons
- The Visit
- The Reckoning
- The Twist
- The Examination
- The Tomes
- The Feint
- The Pursuit
- The Rising
- The Aftermath
- Chapter One Hundred & Fifty-Five
- The Epilogue
- About the Author
- Books by Kristen Ashley
- Connect with Kristen Ashley
“I’d take redhead, if True and I weren’t destined to have a daughter who was dark,” I muttered.
“And I’d take a blonde, if Aramus and I had any earthly hope of such a thing,” Ha-Lah replied in her own mutter.
We again looked at each other.
And smiled.
Princess Serena
Guest Bedchamber, Sky Citadel, Sky Bay
AIREN
“I am sweaty, and have smudges of dirt all over me,” she declared. “I shall change and meet my sister and her girls for—”
She didn’t finish that for she found herself pressed against black stone and had Chu growling in her ear.
“Hands to the wall.”
Her pussy pulsed.
“Chu—”
“Hands to the wall, little mouse.”
They had not played since they’d reunited.
Oh, how she had missed this.
Serena placed suddenly trembling hands to the wall.
Other parts of her were trembling after he pulled up her tunic and then ripped her body stocking in two at the crotch.
“Chu,” she said, this time in a moan.
“Speak only when spoken to,” he ordered in her ear, driving two fingers up her cunt.
She went up on her toes and her eyes rolled back into her head.
He fucked her like that and then slid his fingers out, gliding them to her clit and rolling.
Her head fell back.
“Rub yourself against me,” he commanded.
She did as told.
“Did you miss this?” he asked.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I only touch you.”
“Wh-what?”
“It would not be sexual, what you requested earlier, but I only touch you.”
“I—”
He thrust his fingers inside her and her eyes drifted closed.
“Fuck yourself,” he demanded.
Serena did.
“It is of my people,” he continued. “It is respect, to your chosen one. In my land, a man does not only give his heart. He gives all of himself. Unless it is a daughter, a mother, a sister, one of direct blood, his fingers never even brush another woman’s skin. There are regions where a man will not even raise his eyes to another woman once he has bound himself to the one he loves.”
Listening to his words, having him inside her, she started fucking herself faster on his fingers.
“I touch no one but you,” he growled into her ear.
“Al-all right.”
“And the daughters we will make.”
She shuddered.
He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock, fucking her against the black Airenzian stone, finger at her clit, face in her neck, his breath heavy and hot against her skin.
This he did until she climaxed for him, and then he did the same in return.
He was fucking her gently, his arm about her belly now, but his mouth was still at her neck.
“We will have only daughters. You can magick this, yes?”
He wanted to make babies with her.
And knowing that, she wanted to make babies with him.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then you will give me daughters.”