Summoner 20, page 11
“I want you to fuck me,” Cyra moaned as my fingers grazed her soft mound. “Please, Gryff, I want you inside of me right now.”
“Right now?” I asked, and my wife nodded her head quickly.
I gripped my rock-hard cock in my hands and guided it toward her dripping velvet folds. Cyra’s back arched up as I inserted myself within her, and as she moaned with surprised pleasure, I gripped her hips and eased myself deeper inside of her.
“Oh, fuck, Gryff,” Cyra gasped as I thrust myself deep within her tunnel.
“Maker, you’re so fucking tight,” I groaned as I drove into her with deep, forceful strokes. The walls of her entrance enveloped me with their silky tightness, and my heart pounded in my ears as I pushed in further. “You feel incredible.”
“Ohhhh,” she mewled as she quivered.
I began to thrust in and out of her with slow, intentional strokes, and with each pump, my breaths came quicker. Cyra’s gorgeous curves shook as I drove my steel rod deeper within her entrance, and her legs tightened around me.
My wife’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as her breath caught in her chest, and the umber-skinned summoner’s back arched as I hastened my pace. I was getting closer and closer to losing the restraint I had over myself, and the soft cries that escaped my wife’s full lips didn’t help.
“Oh, Gryfffff,” Cyra moaned. “I’m going to--”
Her words were interrupted by a spasm that ran through her entire body, and as her tunnel tightened around me like a fist, I knew we were about to explode with pleasure together.
“Let go,” I growled as I pushed myself in deeper. “Give in to me.”
“I want you to come inside me, Gryff,” Cyra begged. “Please, I want to feel your seed inside of me.”
“Are… you… sure…” I panted as I grew closer and closer to bursting. I was ready to let go and release myself within the beautiful summoner, but I needed to be certain that’s what she wanted.
“Please,” Cyra pleaded. “Please, come inside me. I… I want another baby.”
Another spasm coursed through her, and Cyra came in a burst of passion, The delicate rasp to her cry of pleasure flooded my senses and nearly tipped me over the edge, but my wife’s nails raking down my back was what truly did me in.
“As you wish,” I groaned, and with that, I finally hit my climax and erupted in an explosion of pleasure. A shiver coursed through me as my body convulsed, and suddenly, I poured a fountain of sperm within my lover’s accepting body. Rivers of my hot seed streamed out of me and flooded Cyra’s womb, and my dark-skinned wife trembled as her orgasm struck
“Oh, Gryfff,” Cyra moaned again as her climax continued to ripple through her, and together, we rode the waves of our orgasms. We clung to each other, and the sounds of our ragged breaths filled the silent room as the high of our euphoria streamed through us.
Once my heart rate settled, I eased out of the summoner’s drenched pussy and flopped down onto the mattress beside her.
“Fuck,” I sighed as I caught my breath. “That was incredible.”
“Yeah, it was,” Cyra agreed. “Wow.”
We laid there in silence as we waited for the air to return to our lungs, and once it did, we resumed kissing each other. Even though we’d just fucked, I was certainly ready for more, and Cyra seemed to be as well, so I flipped the mage over and slid myself back into her velvet entrance. We made love over and over again and gave each other the type of orgasms that left us sweat-slicked and begging for more.
The rest of the evening continued on like this until we were too worn out to continue any further.
“We have the next few days to enjoy each other’s bodies,” Cyra reminded me as she climbed under the covers. “Let’s not exhaust ourselves too much on the first night.”
“Tonight’s the most important one of all,” I countered, but then a yawn escaped my lips, and I lost my train of thought.
“And I’ve enjoyed every moment of it.” My wife smiled at me with pearl-white teeth. “I’m so happy I get to call myself your wife.”
“I’m happy, too,” I agreed with her, and then I joined her underneath the warm comforter. The softness of it made my eyelids heavy, but before I could be lulled off to sleep, I gave Cyra one last kiss.
“I love you,” Cyra whispered before she closed her eyes.
“I love you, too,” I replied.
My dark-haired wife scooted over and laid her head on my chest, and once we were perfectly snuggled up, I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning we reluctantly rose out of bed to shower and dress for the day. Our room’s adjoining bathroom was fairly spacious, and the shower stall was just large enough to accommodate both of us, so we decided to save some water and have fun at the same time.
As we scrubbed away the traces of each other from the previous night, I admired the perfect curve of Cyra’s ass.
“Mind yourself, Gryff.” My wife gave me an impish grin as she scrubbed at her lean torso with a washcloth. “We’ll have plenty of time for that later.”
“What’s wrong with right now?” I asked, and I carefully stepped over to her, gripped her shoulders, and pressed myself against her back.
“Fuck, you’re insatiable,” Cyra laughed lightly as my mushroom tip tapped against her velvet folds.
“Is that a yes?” I whispered in her ear.
“Yes,” Cyra sighed.
“Then spread your legs,” I instructed her.
Cyra parted her legs, and once she was in position, I moved in closer. I plunged my rock-hard cock into her entrance, and together we continued where we’d left off the night before. I gave my new bride another round of orgasms that rivaled the ones prior, and I again filled her to the brim with my hot seed.
Yeah. We were definitely going to have another baby after this honeymoon.
It was difficult to pull myself away from my wife, but Cyra’s grumbling stomach echoed throughout the bathroom, so I knew we needed to come up for air and acquire some sustenance.
We dedicated ourselves to cleaning up and taking proper showers, and once we were freshly clean, we stepped out of the shower, toweled off, and dressed ourselves for the day. In addition to warm clothes, we also made sure to outfit ourselves with our bandoliers. Even though we were on our honeymoon, there was always a chance of something going awry, so we figured having our monsters on our person was for the best.
As soon as the curly-haired summoner and I were dressed, we headed downstairs to get a taste of the Dragon’s Hearth’s supposedly famous breakfast.
The corridor was practically empty as we filed down it, and as we walked down the stairs, I noticed a shadow behind the railing. When we stepped down to the first floor, I realized the shadow belonged to a dog. The pup was one of those scruffy dogs that wasn’t any particular breed but was still extremely cute, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as we neared him.
“Awww,” Cyra drawled, and she made her way right over to the mutt. The dog wagged his tail excitedly as Cyra started scratching underneath his chin.
I was actually quite surprised the dog was so affectionate toward my wife. Animals tended to dislike summoners because of the essence crystals we kept on our person at all times. Something about being in close proximity to the monsters usually made them uncomfortable, but the dog didn’t seem to care about our gems. He just wanted scratches, and Cyra was more than happy to give them to him.
“His name is Rusty,” a voice said behind me, and I turned around to see Karla smiling at us. Rusty perked up at the sound of his name, and then he went back to enjoying Cyra’s gentle touch. “He’s kind of our mascot around here.”
“He sure is a cute one.” I smiled at her.
“Thank you, sir,” Karla laughed. “He’s got one of the best temperaments of any dog I’ve ever met. Only ever turned his nose up at a handful of mages, and most of the time, it was because something wasn’t right about them.”
That answered my question about why he wasn’t growling at us.
“You folks looking for the dining hall?” the innkeeper asked, and her dark-blue eyes were hopeful as they moved between us.
My stomach suddenly grumbled, and heat spread to my cheeks.
“I guess that answers that question,” I laughed, and the women joined in.
“Follow me this way,” Karla said. “We’ll get you fixed up.”
Cyra gave Rusty one last scratch before she rose up off the ground. Karla waited for the dark-skinned summoner to smooth her coat, and then she led us down the corridor and into a sprawling dining hall. There were a few occupied tables here and there, but generally, the space was pretty open.
She gestured at an empty booth, and Cyra and I climbed right in.
“I’ll bring over a couple of menus for you,” Karla announced. “It isn’t too extensive, but you do have some options.”
“Thank you so much,” I said, and the innkeeper gave me a short nod of appreciation before she turned and left us.
“She’s very kind,” Cyra assessed as she watched the redhead walk away.
“She is, isn’t she?” I agreed with my wife. “I wonder how often they get visitors around here.”
“I’m sure she sees a lot of faces,” Cyra said in a thoughtful tone. “A quaint village near an Enclave is probably pretty popular. I know it’s probably not the most exciting job in the world, but something about meeting new people all the time sounds nice. That was one of the finer points of living out in the Wilds.”
“I agree.” I nodded. “Traveling town-to-town with Maelor could get stressful at times, but it was nice to help people out and hear their life stories.”
Karla suddenly returned with a pair of menus, and Cyra and I put our conversation on pause so we could make our selections. We ordered the most popular breakfast selection: eggs with a side of honeyed ham and sourdough toast, and after the innkeeper jotted down our choices, she disappeared again to retrieve some coffee for us.
“Does it ever feel strange to think about those times?” Cyra wondered. “Pre-Academy, before the messes with the Archons?”
“It does feel strange.” I nodded. “I like Varle well enough, but there have been plenty of times where I’ve found myself longing for something simpler. More sky, more space… more freedom.”
“I’m still not as used to Enclave life as I want to be,” Cyra admitted to me as she leaned her elbows on the table. “I keep waiting for it to finally click, but then we travel somewhere else, and suddenly, I find myself missing the Wilds again. I know I shouldn’t. We’re so extremely privileged to live where we do, and I love our family and our house, but I also miss the freedom out here.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself,” I assured her. “Trust me, I get it, and I feel the exact same way.”
“That’s a relief to hear.” Cyra smiled. “Though sometimes I wonder… if you had to do it all over again, would you?”
“I wouldn’t change any of it,” I insisted. “Things are stressful and challenging, but I wouldn’t trade you or the rest of our family for anything. You, Milo, and the others give me purpose, one beyond a destiny I didn’t sign up for.”
“That’s really sweet, Gryff,” Cyra sighed. The summoner’s dark-brown eyes glittered, and her smile was radiant as she studied me. “I can’t wait for the Archons to be gone for good, so our family can actually have some time to be somewhat normal. Maybe once things settle, we can take more outings, show the kids what Mistral is really like.”
“That’s a great idea,” I agreed. “I’m sure they would love that. Both the kids and the rest of the family.”
Karla reappeared with our coffee and informed us our food was soon to follow. I poured myself a huge mug, and the moment the liquid snaked down my throat, I felt completely at ease.
“Okay, enough sappy shit,” Cyra decided. “Let’s just put all of that behind us for now and pretend none of it exists.”
“I like that plan,” I chuckled. “I feel like my brain is always revolving around the Archons, so a break sounds pretty pleasant.”
“Just you and me,” Cyra reinforced with a nod of her head. “And occasionally Milo. He gets a free pass, but only because he’s our son.”
“Agreed,” I laughed. “We couldn’t forget about him even if we tried.”
Karla brought out our food, and just as the innkeeper had promised, everything was cooked to perfection. I had to stifle a groan of delight as I swallowed a forkful of eggs. I had no idea how they differed from others, but after our night and morning of vigorous physical activity, they really hit the spot.
“Maker, she was right,” Cyra sighed after she swallowed a forkful of the herb-seasoned eggs. “This is awesome.”
We finished the rest of our breakfasts in silence, except for the occasional grunt of delight, and after we finished our meals, we headed out into the village and decided to do some window shopping.
Nattanger was busy, but not so much that it was impossible to navigate the cobbled streets. Cyra and I passed by a few boutiques, and a bookshop, but none of them really caught our attention enough to make us want to go inside.
However, once we passed a small cafe, something finally caught our eyes.
“That looks like a crystal store,” Cyra realized, and her brown eyes glittered as they stared at the shop. Usually, we couldn’t locate essence crystals anywhere but on the carts of travelers and peddlers, so this was a rare situation. “Wow, I haven’t ever seen a brick and mortar crystal place before.”
“Want to go in?” I asked her.
“Yes, please.” She nodded, and I was about to move toward the door, but Cyra remained in place. Her dark eyebrows creased together, and she tilted her head to the side.
“What’s on your mind?” I prompted her.
“I have an idea,” the dark-skinned summoner began. “It might be sort of stupid or pointless, so if it is, I need you to tell me.”
“Lay it on me,” I said. “I doubt it’s stupid or pointless.”
“This shop has more crystals than I could imagine in one place, including many I might have never seen before,” Cyra continued on. “So, here’s my proposal. We each buy each other a gem we think suits the other, but we can’t reveal what it is until we leave the store.”
“Oooh, a mystery.” I waggled my eyebrows. “That sounds like fun. I like the idea of a surprise monster.”
“Excellent.” Cyra grinned at me. “Now, let’s establish some rules so one of us doesn’t end up with a daggerdillo or a cementroll.”
“You’ve gotta have at least a little faith in me,” I mock-pouted. “I’d do better than that.”
“Let’s say… Grade-C,” Cyra proposed, and she tapped a finger against her lips as she considered other terms. “Nothing too incredibly rare?”
“That should spare our purses at least,” I laughed. “Fair enough. Okay, I think I can follow those rules.”
“Perfect.” Cyra smiled again. “Ready to head in?”
“After you.” I gestured to the door.
When we entered the shop, I was momentarily awestruck by the sheer amount of essence crystals on the shelves. From what I understood from the signs, they were arranged first according to class, and from there, by size and color. The overall gradient effect of the shelves was aesthetically pleasing, and I wasn’t sure where to start.
“Welcome,” the shopkeeper greeted us from behind a counter. He was an older gentleman, not quite elderly, but not exactly spry, and just like Karla, he had kind eyes and a wide smile. “Please let me know if you have any questions or need any assistance. We have a huge variety of essence crystals, so if there’s anything you’re specifically interested in, I should be able to help you track it down.”
“I appreciate it,” I replied. “We’re just going to take a look around.”
“Of course.” The shopkeeper nodded firmly at me, and the gesture made his long gray hair wave about his head wildly. “Let me know if you need help.”
Cyra and I meandered over to the Grade-C section, and once we were at the displays, we turned our backs on one another to keep our selections a secret.
After some searching, I chose a red crystal so dark it was nearly black for Cyra. The gem was a smooth oval and soft to the touch, and it blazed with an inner energy I knew my wife would be able to handle well. It was a monster I’d read about in my textbook but didn’t have much experience with, so it was a bit of a gamble, but then again, it was a Grade-C, so it met our power and size requirement.
“Would ye like to know more about that particular monster?” the shopkeeper prompted me as I handed over the coins to pay for the crystal.
I shook my head. “I like the element of surprise.”
The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow but didn’t press the issue, and just as I tucked the crystal into my pocket to hide it from Cyra, the curly-haired summoner appeared at the front of the store.
“No peeking,” she insisted, and she curled her fist around the essence crystal she’d selected for me.
“I’m not,” I laughed, but I still angled my body away from her anyway. I heard Cyra reach into her pocket for her coins, and the shopkeeper attempted to tell her more information about her chosen monster as well, but my wife politely declined to hear about it.
“We have some experience with monster identification,” she said in a firm but polite tone. “We should be able to figure it out on our own. But thank you anyway.”
“Of c-course,” the shopkeeper stammered. “Both of ye have a great day.”
“We will,” I said over my shoulder.
Cyra crossed over to my side and linked her elbow through mine, and after we shared a brief smile, we stepped out of the shop and back out into the winter’s day.
“I hope you didn’t pick something lame for me,” Cyra teased me as she used her free hand to tuck the crystal she chose into the pocket of her coat.
“Have some faith in me,” I chuckled. “I think I chose one you’ll like.”
“Where shall we go to reveal our selections to one another?” my wife asked me as we wandered down the cobblestone street, and her elegant neck craned around the square as she tried to locate a good place for us to stop. “Assuming that you want to do it now, of course.”
