Summoner 21, page 37
Arwyn’s long, trim legs were parted just enough for me to get a look at her smooth, bare pussy lips, and my entire body ached with ravenous desire. Even from this vantage point, I could see the wetness that glistened around her entrance, and my mouth watered at the sight.
“Care for a taste?” Arwyn asked me in a honeyed tone, and she spread her legs just a bit further to give me a closer look.
“Oh, I desire a lot more than just a taste.” I licked my lips as I drew closer to my gorgeous wife. “I want to consume every part of your body until you’re begging me to stop.”
“I don’t see that ever happening,” she murmured. “I never want you to stop.”
“Well, it’s a good thing we’re married, then.” I smirked at her as my eyes trailed downward. “Because I intend to take you whenever and wherever possible.”
“Perhaps we should skip ahead to that part?” Arwyn suggested with a raised auburn eyebrow.
Her suggestive gaze was so straight-forward and direct I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was ready to have my wife in every way possible.
I gently climbed on top of my wife and planted a feather-soft kiss on her full lips. From there, I traveled down every inch of her porcelain frame, and I kissed anywhere I could reach, from her long neck to her collarbones, and all the way down to her stomach.
The slight, almost non-existent, curve of her abdomen filled me with wonderment, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the fact my teacher-turned-wife was carrying our child within her perfect body. I admired the redhead greatly, and something about her physical state turned me on even further.
“Maker, you’re so incredibly beautiful,” I whispered. “I swear, sometimes I think you’re a goddess I somehow managed to dream up.”
“You flatter me so much, my husband,” Arwyn murmured as I continued to run my kisses along her body. “Not that I’m complaining, of course. Please, flatter me away.”
“Oh, I will,” I assured her.
“Perhaps you can… show me your appreciation for my body in other ways,” the crimson-haired healer purred
“Do you have any suggestions?” I asked. “Any special requests only I can fulfill, Miss Hamner.”
“Please,” Arwyn said, and she batted her hooded amber eyes at me. “Call me Mrs. Porter.”
“Arwyn… are you…”
“I’m certain,” she said. “I may choose to hyphenate, but at least for tonight, I want to wear your surname just as I wear your body.”
“Maker, you’re so fucking hot,” I groaned as my cock throbbed.
“Before I allow you to worship me, I would like to please you first,” my wife proposed, and her eyes trailed downward in a way that almost made me melt.
“Oh?”
“Yes,” she murmured. “But it’s going to require a brief shift in positions.”
“By all means, Mrs. Porter, just give the orders, and I’ll do whatever you ask,” I replied, and then I pried myself off the buxom redhead and awaited instruction.
“Lay down,” she requested, and I did just that.
My lower region was painfully tight, and I was looking forward to finding out just what she had in mind.
Once I was comfortably positioned in the mess of pillows, Arwyn folded her legs beneath her, leaned forward so she was positioned just above my member, and then gently took me between her full lips.
Arwyn devoured me eagerly, and as every inch of my cock disappeared in the luscious hold of her mouth, a shudder ran up my spine. My tip reached the back of her throat, and then she pulled up and went back for more. As she bobbed up and down along the length of me, a groan rose up from my chest, and I nearly lost myself in the euphoria.
The professor’s long red hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back like a crimson curtain, and I admired the sight of her round and perfect ass as she moved up and down and the way her impressive breasts heaved with the motion. Her nipples were a dark rosy color, and they’d hardened to stiff peaks as she sucked at me with powerful need.
I felt myself grow almost painfully firm, and I knew I was moments away from my peak. My heart pounded like a drum in my ears, and it was so loud I could barely hear anything but it and Arwyn’s soft moans.
“Fuck.” I leaned back against the pillow as my redheaded wife sucked at me with an insistent need. The more she hastened her pace, the closer I approached climax, and I gripped the sheets until my knuckles blanched.
The healer mage eased her mouth up the length of my shaft, and when she released her hold on me, there was a soft pop of sound, and a string of saliva connected from my tip to her lips.
“Shall I continue?” she whispered.
“I have other ideas,” I groaned, and in one fell swoop, I managed to flip us over until I was on top of her. My breath ran ragged in my chest as I stared down at my exquisite wife, and Arwyn’s amber eyes glittered with delight.
The redheaded professor took my cock in her soft hands and gently eased me toward her entrance. She was so thoroughly soaked I was able to slide in with little resistance, and a wave of pleasure flooded through me as the walls of her amazingly tight pussy gripped me like a fist.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Arwyn, you feel so good.”
I pushed even deeper, and my heart began to pound in my ears as I neared the wall of her cervix. My wife’s body vibrated, and her lips parted to form an “o” of surprise.
“Oh, Gryff…” the professor moaned as I slowly slid out of her.
I started to fall into a rhythm, and her head hung back as she began to unravel. I gripped onto Arwyn’s full hips and admired the way my hands fit into them. My wife quivered under my fingertips, and her warm, soft skin broke in goosebumps.
As I continued to pump in and out of the professor, heat spread throughout me. Making love to Arwyn was one of the most pleasurable sensations in the world, and she had a way of making me feel like I was a king when we were wrapped up in one another.
“Oh, Makerrrr,” I groaned again as my head swam with dizziness.
“Gryff… I’m gonnaaaaa…” Arwyn quivered, and I hastened my pace. Her walls began to clench around me, and I was moments away from losing myself entirely. My grip around Arwyn’s hips tightened, and I was a little worried I was going to hurt her, but the healer mage moaned with the strengthened hold.
My heart felt like it was going to explode, and then Arwyn’s pussy tightened with impressive tightness, and we both reached our second set of climaxes together.
My orgasm struck me in ways it’d never hit me before, and I found myself entirely lost in the storm of my climax. I rode the pleasure as it slammed through me, and even though I had just climaxed deep inside of her not even an hour ago, my hips bucked involuntarily as gallons of my hot seed flooded the gorgeous redhead’s tunnel to the point of bursting. Arwyn’s body quaked, and soft moans escaped her full lips as she closed her eyes and sank into the pleasure.
When we finally began to settle, I slowly eased myself out of the professor and then laid down beside her as we caught our breath.
“I love you, Gryff,” Arwyn whispered with her eyes still closed.
“I love you, too,” I breathed.
We took a bit to calm ourselves, and then we went right back at it and spent the entire night making love. After countless hours, multiple positions, and too many delicious orgasms to count, Arwyn and I reached a point where we were too thoroughly spent to continue any further, so we laid down in bed and curled up with one another. The professor’s loft bed was like resting on a cloud, and I gratefully let myself be consumed by the plush down mattress.
Arwyn curled up on my chest, and as sleep began to creep up on me, I ran my fingers through her long, flame-colored hair. My wife lost the battle before me, and soon, her chest moved at a steady rhythm as she drifted to sleep.
I felt myself fade into a sleepy state, and as my eyelids grew heavy, I decided to give in to the feeling. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I was still pretty wiped out from everything, and some more rest sounded lovely, especially with a warm, beautiful mage in my arms. So, I pulled the healer closer to me, rested my cheek against the top of her head, and allowed her jasmine perfume to lull me to sleep.
When I awoke, I was completely drenched in a thick sheen of sweat, and Arwyn’s sheets clung to me like a second skin. Once I peeled them off, I ran a hand through my hair and then took a moment to catch my breath, but when I turned to my left, I was surprised to see my redheaded wife wasn’t in bed with me.
“Arwyn?” I called out, and I tried to peer around, but my vantage point at the top of the loft bed wasn’t exactly conducive, so I stretched out and then carefully made my way over to the ladder.
I carefully climbed down, and once I set foot on the floor, I caught sight of my wife’s dark red hair. Arwyn stood in front of the window clad in a short, silky robe. Her back was facing me, but I could see her arms were wrapped around her.
“Arwyn?” I repeated, and my wife flinched at the sound. The healer mage turned around to face me, and when she did, I was met by a pair of enormous amber eyes.
“Gryff,” she whispered. “Gryff, something terrible has happened.”
“What’s going on?” I asked. “And why didn’t you wake me?”
“I-I didn’t know what to say.” The professor trembled as her eyes remained locked ahead. “Gryff, it’s too horrible to say.”
The anticipation was killing me, so I crossed over to the window to get a better look for myself. When I stepped over, I was met with a sight so awful I wanted to throw up.
“No,” I breathed. “No, no, no.”
“It’s not an illusion,” Arwyn said. “ This is real. Gryff, what are we going to do?
I stared out the window in horror, and my lower lip trembled.
“I need to get a better look,” I said, and without another word, I turned on my heels and ran out of Arwyn’s room. I flew so quickly down the spiral stairs that I nearly fell over the railing, but the adrenaline that spread through me was all-consuming.
“Gryff?” Nia’s voice called out to me. “Gryff, what’s going on?”
I raced out the front door, and as I ran down the drive, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I prayed that what I’d seen had been just a figment of my imagination, though I knew in my heart it wasn’t.
Once I hit the lawn, I tilted my head up and stared up at the scarlet sky. It was then I saw the phenomenon in full force. There, spanning from the surface of the garnet moon, were the tentacles, and they stretched across the sky as far as I could see. They were like an inky, twisted rainbow, and there wasn’t an end in sight.
Azranaeth had done it.
The demon attached to the planet.
Nothing you have learned will save your world from me devouring it, a familiar, chilling voice rang out in my head, and even though I should have felt fear from such an ominous threat, my mind was consumed with anger and fierce determination.
“You can’t scare me,” I growled. “This isn’t your world, it’s mine, and I’m going to take great pleasure in defeating you once and for all.”
The presence in the back of my mind faded away without reply, and my hands clenched into fists at my side.
I wasn’t sure what our next step was, but one thing was absolutely certain.
The battle for our realm had finally begun.
End of Book 21
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