Summoner 16, page 33
“I understand.” A concerned frown creased my brows. “Are you okay?”
“I am fine, Gryff.” Freya let out an uncharacteristic giggle, but it was quickly replaced with her typical stoic demeanor as she gave me a stern look. “The wedding was a lot of fun, too much fun, and I need to rest a little. You need to give Nia a baby, too.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied with a wide-toothed grin.
“Freya, wait.” Nia had halted her thrashing to listen, and she had wedged her elbow onto my shoulder as she supported her chin in one hand. “Will you come with us to show him the house later?”
“Yes,” my wife said with a curt nod. “The other girls will be here soon, too. Everyone will be really excited to show Gryff their rooms.”
“Everyone has a room, huh?” I chuckled. “That’s perfect.”
“Plus, a nursery, training grounds, stable, landing platform,” Nia listed off in an excited voice. “Gryff, I could go on and on. It’s wonderful, I can’t wait for you to see all of it.”
“He will like hot spring,” Freya said in a decisive tone.
“Hot spring?” The term brought back memories of Eyrie Island and their slightly secret heated pools. Freya and I’d gotten hot and heavy in the steamy natural pond, and the thought brought me back to my desire to devour Nia.
“Later. I promise.” Freya saw the look on my face and gave me a knowing glance. Then she wiggled her fingers in farewell and pulled the door closed behind her as she left.
Suddenly, I was alone with Nia, and nothing was standing in the way of having her.
I tossed my bride onto the bed with a low growl, and she giggled as her butt bounced on the mattress. Her skirt splayed out around her legs, and her flushed cleavage heaved with her panting breaths. Nia’s blue eyes were soft, and full of love and desire, so I let them draw me in closer.
I crawled across the bed to my bride, but as soon as I was within arm’s reach, the ashen-haired beauty reached for my waistband and undid my pants. In my next breath, my wife clutched my stiffening member in her perfect, pale skinned hands, and she stroked my length with an urgent motion.
“I want you,” she gasped as she looked up at me with lust hooded eyes. “I need you inside me.”
“Patience,” I murmured as I nibbled on her jaw line. I grazed her small scar with a soft kiss, and then trailed my lips across hers. “I want to make you feel good first.”
“You always make me feel good,” my wife assured me, but she relaxed her grip on my cock and allowed me to have more freedom.
I eyed the tightly laced corset shrewdly in an attempt to uncover its weakness, but I saw no loose ends or ties, so I contented myself with pulling the sleeves off the pale skinned beauty’s perfectly sculpted shoulders.
Nia shivered beneath my teasing caress, but when my thumb wandered across the fabric over her nipple, my ashen-haired wife gasped, and the bud hardened beneath my touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured as I trailed kisses down her flushed chest. “You smell amazing…”
“So, do you,” she breathed with her eyes half closed. “I don’t know what it is, but ever since you held Nako… You smell better.”
“Like baby drool?” I chuckled against her cleavage as my hands roamed down her sides. Her toned abs angled toward her curvaceous hips to create the perfect hourglass figure, and my pulse quickened when my fingers grazed against the hem of her dress to feel her silky-smooth thighs.
“No, silly.” Nia giggled, but her breathing was growing rapid as my touches grew bolder.
I wanted to take my time and really enjoy Nia Kenefick. The ashen-haired beauty had consumed my thoughts and occupied my heart long before our first kiss, and my feeling of controlled desire reminded me of those beginning days but on a deeper level.
I brought my hands back up to my beautiful wife’s face, and I cupped her cheeks gently as I gazed into her blue eyes. I poured all my love, devotion, and respect for her into that moment, and I saw Nia’s bottom lip quiver as her eyes welled with emotion.
“I love you, Nia,” I said, and I meant it with every fiber of my being.
“I love you, Gryff,” my wife replied in a low voice.
Then I captured her lips in a kiss, and it grew deeper and more passionate as our tongues danced together in bliss. My hands caressed the length of her body, and I paused to graze my fingers against her nipples before I continued down to her silken thighs.
I slid my other hand behind Nia’s neck as I pushed deeper into her with a demanding thrust of my tongue while simultaneously sweeping my fingers up her thigh to her lace panties.
Nia gasped as my searching fingers found her damp panties, and her legs spread invitingly as I stroked her folds through the sheer fabric.
I supported my weight on my elbow and watched my wife’s face with avid fascination as my touch grew more insistent against Nia’s crevice.
This was exactly what I wanted. Nia shaking and spasming with pleasure beneath my hands. I wasn’t satisfied yet, though, not even close.
My hardened member surged from my unbuttoned pants like a warrior volunteering for battle, but I ignored my own mounting desire to focus in one Nia’s twitches.
My wife panted and wiggled her hips, and beneath my fingers her panties were drenched with her juices. Her chest and neck were flushed and had started to bead with sweat, and she gazed up at me with a tortured expression in her dazzling blue eyes.
“Please, Gryff,” she begged with a pouty look, “stop torturing me and make me come already.”
I gave her a devilish grin and repositioned myself over her body with slow, purposeful movements. When I was situated between her soft, pale thighs, and her womanhood laid inches from my face, I shot her a teasing smile.
“Remember, you asked for this,” I said, and then I got to work.
I pulled aside the soaked fabric of her lace panties and flicked my tongue against the line of her pussy.
Nia hissed with pleasure as her legs spread even more, and in the corner of my eye I could see the ashen-haired beauty grip the blankets with a white knuckled fist.
I chuckled to myself as I pulled back.
Maker, she was hot and ready.
“Fuck, Gryff,” my wife snapped as her impatient eyes cut into me. “You’re such a fucking tease.”
“Shh,” I murmured with a twinkle in my eyes, and then I hooked my fingers around the top of her underwear and pulled her panties off her legs in one fluid movement.
“Do you want me to take my dress off?” she asked in a surprisingly submissive voice.
“No,” I replied, “I want to fuck my wife in her wedding dress.”
“Maker,” she breathed, and she tossed her head back.
I trailed tickling kisses against her thighs as I meandered my way back to her crevice, but as my tongue slid between her folds, I circled my arm around her leg to grip the top of her entrance with my fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” Nia gasped, and goosebumps erupted down the skin of her thighs.
Then I attacked my wife’s wet pussy with a vengeance, and I lapped up her honey sweet juices as her hips bucked beneath me. The ashen-haired beauty’s legs began to shake, and I could feel her tunnel spasming as an orgasm rocked her body. I rubbed her hardened node mercilessly with my finger and buried my face into her entrance as she climaxed again and again, and when I finally came up for air, my face was damp from her wetness.
Nia panted, and every inch of exposed skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, but her eyes were unfocused, and her arms splayed out to either side as though she’d been thoroughly defeated.
I grinned triumphantly as I gazed down at my wife.
I was getting closer to my satisfaction, but I still wanted, no needed, more of Nia Kenefick before the night was over. So, I pulled off my clothes with slightly unsteady hands, and my pulse hummed in my ears as my cock throbbed demandingly.
Nia had managed to get my pants low enough to free my stiff member, but my pants still clung to my thighs, so I quickly kicked off my shoes and shook my legs out as I simultaneously slid out of my jacket and shirt.
Once I was fully naked, I took Nia by the hips and pulled her body toward me until her ass was on the edge of the bed. Then I grabbed her legs and held them up with one hand, while I gripped my cock with the other and rubbed it against my wife’s warm, wet, and perfectly pink folds.
“Mmm, yes,” Nia moaned as my tip stroked against the outside of her tunnel. “Please, Gryff, I want you inside me.”
“As you wish,” I said in a husky voice while simultaneously sliding my cock deep inside my wife’s pussy until my entire length was buried in her warm tunnel.
“Maker!” Nia exclaimed, and her eyes shot open. She stared at the ceiling with a shocked expression on her face, but as I slowly pulled out, her brows creased, and her lips made an adorable ‘o’ shape.
“You feel so good,” I groaned as I buried my cock again into her tight tunnel with long, slow strokes.
“Mmm,” Nia moaned. “Gryff, I want you.”
“You… have… me,” I replied in gasping breaths between thrusts.
“I want to feel you come,” my wife murmured in a pleading tone.
Her words urged me on, and fire filled my blood as I penetrated her harder and harder, and I grunted with effort and clenched my jaw as I struggled to control my building climax.
“Fill me up,” Nia demanded, and she dragged her nails down my back to urge me on. “Give me your seed, I need it.”
“I’ll give it all to you,” I said as my ears began to ring from the mounting pressure.
I wasn’t ready for it to end yet, though, so I pulled out of my wife and took a deep steadying breath. Then I grabbed Nia around the waist and flipped her over onto her stomach. Her wedding dress swished across the blanket from the movement, but beneath the skirt was my wife’s smooth and very perfect ass.
Nia’s legs dangled over the edge of the bed, and I trailed my fingers up the backs of her thighs across the lacey stockings that clung to her knees then up to her crevice. As my touch grazed against her folds, the ashen-haired beauty twitched, and her juices coated my hand.
I smeared the wetness down my shaft as I positioned myself behind her, and then I slid my cock deep inside her tight little tunnel with one forceful thrust. Nia’s head shot up, and her breath exploded from her lungs as my tip nudged against her womb. I went deeper at this angle and stroked against different nerves, and the effect was fucking amazing.
I gripped the skirt of Nia’s wedding dress in both hands while I slammed into her with relentless force, and my wife let out gaspy squeaks with each pounding thrust.
Her high-pitched noises and the way her ass shook against me drove me over the edge, and I growled as fiery desire and possessiveness consumed me.
“You’re mine,” I declared in a gravelly voice, “forever.”
Then my climax exploded, and I shuddered as my seed shot from my cock in rivers. I gripped Nia’s hips with all my might, and I bucked my hips and sprayed stream after stream of my seed straight into her womb.
“I’m yours!” My wife matched my motions with her own, and her tunnel gripped my cock with a pulsing tightness that milked more and more of my sperm out of me and into her welcoming crevice.
“All mine,” I groaned.
“Forever,” Nia murmured in a pleased tone as her body began to relax beneath me.
“Perfect,” I sighed, and my spent member twitched as tendrils of white sticky cream oozed from where our bodies were joined together as one.
I was reluctant to move, and I stood there frozen with my hands gripping her hips and my cock buried in her overflowing tunnel for several moments until Nia wiggled her hips and moved up onto the bed. My cock slid out of her tunnel with a wet plopping sound, and my wife giggled.
“Today was perfect,” she declared with a contented sigh, and she spread out across the large bed with the skirt of her wedding dress tangled between her legs.
“I agree.” I grinned. “Even the part where Freya said your Aunt was a barbarian.”
“Freya had every right to say what she did,” Nia said. “Just because the Keneficks have to follow their every word doesn’t mean she does.”
“I don’t think every Kenefick has to follow their commands,” I reminded her. “You’ve stood up to them just fine yourself.”
“That’s all thanks to you, really,” Nia murmured, and she beckoned me to come lay next to her. “You make me feel like anything is possible and all my dreams could come true.”
I crawled across the massive king-sized bed and laid back against the pillows as Nia snuggled up against my side with her head on my chest.
“You have already made my dreams come true,” I informed her, and I planted a loving kiss on her forehead. “With you as my wife, anything is possible.”
“I love you, my husband,” my new wife said with a contented sigh.
“I love you,” I replied, and my heart filled with so much love I thought it might burst from my chest. “Nia Kenefick, my wife…”
I was truly content, and there were only more good times to come. Soon, I would be a father, and this amazing house that I still needed to explore would be full of love and laughter. With all the awakened Archons under lock and key inside my consciousness, the world was safer than it had been in generations. I knew there was a chance the last four Archons wouldn’t stay in their sleep-like hibernations, but I was confident we would find a way to defeat them for good.
I was prepared for anything. I had a home and a family, and in the end, that was all that mattered.
End of book 16
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“I am fine, Gryff.” Freya let out an uncharacteristic giggle, but it was quickly replaced with her typical stoic demeanor as she gave me a stern look. “The wedding was a lot of fun, too much fun, and I need to rest a little. You need to give Nia a baby, too.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied with a wide-toothed grin.
“Freya, wait.” Nia had halted her thrashing to listen, and she had wedged her elbow onto my shoulder as she supported her chin in one hand. “Will you come with us to show him the house later?”
“Yes,” my wife said with a curt nod. “The other girls will be here soon, too. Everyone will be really excited to show Gryff their rooms.”
“Everyone has a room, huh?” I chuckled. “That’s perfect.”
“Plus, a nursery, training grounds, stable, landing platform,” Nia listed off in an excited voice. “Gryff, I could go on and on. It’s wonderful, I can’t wait for you to see all of it.”
“He will like hot spring,” Freya said in a decisive tone.
“Hot spring?” The term brought back memories of Eyrie Island and their slightly secret heated pools. Freya and I’d gotten hot and heavy in the steamy natural pond, and the thought brought me back to my desire to devour Nia.
“Later. I promise.” Freya saw the look on my face and gave me a knowing glance. Then she wiggled her fingers in farewell and pulled the door closed behind her as she left.
Suddenly, I was alone with Nia, and nothing was standing in the way of having her.
I tossed my bride onto the bed with a low growl, and she giggled as her butt bounced on the mattress. Her skirt splayed out around her legs, and her flushed cleavage heaved with her panting breaths. Nia’s blue eyes were soft, and full of love and desire, so I let them draw me in closer.
I crawled across the bed to my bride, but as soon as I was within arm’s reach, the ashen-haired beauty reached for my waistband and undid my pants. In my next breath, my wife clutched my stiffening member in her perfect, pale skinned hands, and she stroked my length with an urgent motion.
“I want you,” she gasped as she looked up at me with lust hooded eyes. “I need you inside me.”
“Patience,” I murmured as I nibbled on her jaw line. I grazed her small scar with a soft kiss, and then trailed my lips across hers. “I want to make you feel good first.”
“You always make me feel good,” my wife assured me, but she relaxed her grip on my cock and allowed me to have more freedom.
I eyed the tightly laced corset shrewdly in an attempt to uncover its weakness, but I saw no loose ends or ties, so I contented myself with pulling the sleeves off the pale skinned beauty’s perfectly sculpted shoulders.
Nia shivered beneath my teasing caress, but when my thumb wandered across the fabric over her nipple, my ashen-haired wife gasped, and the bud hardened beneath my touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured as I trailed kisses down her flushed chest. “You smell amazing…”
“So, do you,” she breathed with her eyes half closed. “I don’t know what it is, but ever since you held Nako… You smell better.”
“Like baby drool?” I chuckled against her cleavage as my hands roamed down her sides. Her toned abs angled toward her curvaceous hips to create the perfect hourglass figure, and my pulse quickened when my fingers grazed against the hem of her dress to feel her silky-smooth thighs.
“No, silly.” Nia giggled, but her breathing was growing rapid as my touches grew bolder.
I wanted to take my time and really enjoy Nia Kenefick. The ashen-haired beauty had consumed my thoughts and occupied my heart long before our first kiss, and my feeling of controlled desire reminded me of those beginning days but on a deeper level.
I brought my hands back up to my beautiful wife’s face, and I cupped her cheeks gently as I gazed into her blue eyes. I poured all my love, devotion, and respect for her into that moment, and I saw Nia’s bottom lip quiver as her eyes welled with emotion.
“I love you, Nia,” I said, and I meant it with every fiber of my being.
“I love you, Gryff,” my wife replied in a low voice.
Then I captured her lips in a kiss, and it grew deeper and more passionate as our tongues danced together in bliss. My hands caressed the length of her body, and I paused to graze my fingers against her nipples before I continued down to her silken thighs.
I slid my other hand behind Nia’s neck as I pushed deeper into her with a demanding thrust of my tongue while simultaneously sweeping my fingers up her thigh to her lace panties.
Nia gasped as my searching fingers found her damp panties, and her legs spread invitingly as I stroked her folds through the sheer fabric.
I supported my weight on my elbow and watched my wife’s face with avid fascination as my touch grew more insistent against Nia’s crevice.
This was exactly what I wanted. Nia shaking and spasming with pleasure beneath my hands. I wasn’t satisfied yet, though, not even close.
My hardened member surged from my unbuttoned pants like a warrior volunteering for battle, but I ignored my own mounting desire to focus in one Nia’s twitches.
My wife panted and wiggled her hips, and beneath my fingers her panties were drenched with her juices. Her chest and neck were flushed and had started to bead with sweat, and she gazed up at me with a tortured expression in her dazzling blue eyes.
“Please, Gryff,” she begged with a pouty look, “stop torturing me and make me come already.”
I gave her a devilish grin and repositioned myself over her body with slow, purposeful movements. When I was situated between her soft, pale thighs, and her womanhood laid inches from my face, I shot her a teasing smile.
“Remember, you asked for this,” I said, and then I got to work.
I pulled aside the soaked fabric of her lace panties and flicked my tongue against the line of her pussy.
Nia hissed with pleasure as her legs spread even more, and in the corner of my eye I could see the ashen-haired beauty grip the blankets with a white knuckled fist.
I chuckled to myself as I pulled back.
Maker, she was hot and ready.
“Fuck, Gryff,” my wife snapped as her impatient eyes cut into me. “You’re such a fucking tease.”
“Shh,” I murmured with a twinkle in my eyes, and then I hooked my fingers around the top of her underwear and pulled her panties off her legs in one fluid movement.
“Do you want me to take my dress off?” she asked in a surprisingly submissive voice.
“No,” I replied, “I want to fuck my wife in her wedding dress.”
“Maker,” she breathed, and she tossed her head back.
I trailed tickling kisses against her thighs as I meandered my way back to her crevice, but as my tongue slid between her folds, I circled my arm around her leg to grip the top of her entrance with my fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” Nia gasped, and goosebumps erupted down the skin of her thighs.
Then I attacked my wife’s wet pussy with a vengeance, and I lapped up her honey sweet juices as her hips bucked beneath me. The ashen-haired beauty’s legs began to shake, and I could feel her tunnel spasming as an orgasm rocked her body. I rubbed her hardened node mercilessly with my finger and buried my face into her entrance as she climaxed again and again, and when I finally came up for air, my face was damp from her wetness.
Nia panted, and every inch of exposed skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, but her eyes were unfocused, and her arms splayed out to either side as though she’d been thoroughly defeated.
I grinned triumphantly as I gazed down at my wife.
I was getting closer to my satisfaction, but I still wanted, no needed, more of Nia Kenefick before the night was over. So, I pulled off my clothes with slightly unsteady hands, and my pulse hummed in my ears as my cock throbbed demandingly.
Nia had managed to get my pants low enough to free my stiff member, but my pants still clung to my thighs, so I quickly kicked off my shoes and shook my legs out as I simultaneously slid out of my jacket and shirt.
Once I was fully naked, I took Nia by the hips and pulled her body toward me until her ass was on the edge of the bed. Then I grabbed her legs and held them up with one hand, while I gripped my cock with the other and rubbed it against my wife’s warm, wet, and perfectly pink folds.
“Mmm, yes,” Nia moaned as my tip stroked against the outside of her tunnel. “Please, Gryff, I want you inside me.”
“As you wish,” I said in a husky voice while simultaneously sliding my cock deep inside my wife’s pussy until my entire length was buried in her warm tunnel.
“Maker!” Nia exclaimed, and her eyes shot open. She stared at the ceiling with a shocked expression on her face, but as I slowly pulled out, her brows creased, and her lips made an adorable ‘o’ shape.
“You feel so good,” I groaned as I buried my cock again into her tight tunnel with long, slow strokes.
“Mmm,” Nia moaned. “Gryff, I want you.”
“You… have… me,” I replied in gasping breaths between thrusts.
“I want to feel you come,” my wife murmured in a pleading tone.
Her words urged me on, and fire filled my blood as I penetrated her harder and harder, and I grunted with effort and clenched my jaw as I struggled to control my building climax.
“Fill me up,” Nia demanded, and she dragged her nails down my back to urge me on. “Give me your seed, I need it.”
“I’ll give it all to you,” I said as my ears began to ring from the mounting pressure.
I wasn’t ready for it to end yet, though, so I pulled out of my wife and took a deep steadying breath. Then I grabbed Nia around the waist and flipped her over onto her stomach. Her wedding dress swished across the blanket from the movement, but beneath the skirt was my wife’s smooth and very perfect ass.
Nia’s legs dangled over the edge of the bed, and I trailed my fingers up the backs of her thighs across the lacey stockings that clung to her knees then up to her crevice. As my touch grazed against her folds, the ashen-haired beauty twitched, and her juices coated my hand.
I smeared the wetness down my shaft as I positioned myself behind her, and then I slid my cock deep inside her tight little tunnel with one forceful thrust. Nia’s head shot up, and her breath exploded from her lungs as my tip nudged against her womb. I went deeper at this angle and stroked against different nerves, and the effect was fucking amazing.
I gripped the skirt of Nia’s wedding dress in both hands while I slammed into her with relentless force, and my wife let out gaspy squeaks with each pounding thrust.
Her high-pitched noises and the way her ass shook against me drove me over the edge, and I growled as fiery desire and possessiveness consumed me.
“You’re mine,” I declared in a gravelly voice, “forever.”
Then my climax exploded, and I shuddered as my seed shot from my cock in rivers. I gripped Nia’s hips with all my might, and I bucked my hips and sprayed stream after stream of my seed straight into her womb.
“I’m yours!” My wife matched my motions with her own, and her tunnel gripped my cock with a pulsing tightness that milked more and more of my sperm out of me and into her welcoming crevice.
“All mine,” I groaned.
“Forever,” Nia murmured in a pleased tone as her body began to relax beneath me.
“Perfect,” I sighed, and my spent member twitched as tendrils of white sticky cream oozed from where our bodies were joined together as one.
I was reluctant to move, and I stood there frozen with my hands gripping her hips and my cock buried in her overflowing tunnel for several moments until Nia wiggled her hips and moved up onto the bed. My cock slid out of her tunnel with a wet plopping sound, and my wife giggled.
“Today was perfect,” she declared with a contented sigh, and she spread out across the large bed with the skirt of her wedding dress tangled between her legs.
“I agree.” I grinned. “Even the part where Freya said your Aunt was a barbarian.”
“Freya had every right to say what she did,” Nia said. “Just because the Keneficks have to follow their every word doesn’t mean she does.”
“I don’t think every Kenefick has to follow their commands,” I reminded her. “You’ve stood up to them just fine yourself.”
“That’s all thanks to you, really,” Nia murmured, and she beckoned me to come lay next to her. “You make me feel like anything is possible and all my dreams could come true.”
I crawled across the massive king-sized bed and laid back against the pillows as Nia snuggled up against my side with her head on my chest.
“You have already made my dreams come true,” I informed her, and I planted a loving kiss on her forehead. “With you as my wife, anything is possible.”
“I love you, my husband,” my new wife said with a contented sigh.
“I love you,” I replied, and my heart filled with so much love I thought it might burst from my chest. “Nia Kenefick, my wife…”
I was truly content, and there were only more good times to come. Soon, I would be a father, and this amazing house that I still needed to explore would be full of love and laughter. With all the awakened Archons under lock and key inside my consciousness, the world was safer than it had been in generations. I knew there was a chance the last four Archons wouldn’t stay in their sleep-like hibernations, but I was confident we would find a way to defeat them for good.
I was prepared for anything. I had a home and a family, and in the end, that was all that mattered.
End of book 16
End Notes
Thank you for reading Summoner 16! I’ll start writing Summoner 17 once this book hits 100 reviews, so leave your review right here!
Amazon doesn’t update readers when an author comes out with a new book unless you follow that author on the store. Make sure you click this link and then click on the follow button. Then Amazon will update you a few weeks after my next book comes out.
If you want to get notified of my books the day that they come out, make sure you follow my Facebook author page and join my Facebook fan group. If you don’t follow me on Amazon or join my Facebook page, you’ll never get alerted that next Summoner book is out.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2020 by Eric Vall
Eric Vall, Summoner 16
