Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 29: At The Mercy Of A god

Chapter 29: At The Mercy Of A god

Valerie kissed her hard. It took her by surprise and by the time Islinda had the sense to reciprocate, he pulled back and her head was spinning. Desire pooled in her lower belly and there was now an ache at her core.

He towered over her and she glanced up at him, the heat in his eyes stealing her breath away. It was no wonder Fae could not blend with humans because his beauty was devastating and there was that unnatural glow about him.

Humans would always be able to sense he wasn’t one of them. They were predators, the apex of the food chain and Islinda began to wonder what she was doing with one. Perhaps, she really desired death?

Valerie closed the space between them once more but he didn’t kiss her, instead, he let their breath mingle and she could sense his hesitation. He lowered his lips to her ear, causing goosebumps to erupt on her arms and said,

"You can stop this now. I’m not going to force you to do what you don’t want to or you are not ready for?"

He was giving her a way out.

But even as he spoke, his hot tongue licked a trail down to her collarbone and she sucked in a sharp breath. Valerie was also showing her what she would miss out on if she said no. Her pulse pounded in her ears as he ran his nose along the column of her neck and licked her skin.

The sensation shot straight to her core and Islinda arched her back, pressing herself harder into him. This is it, she wanted this as much as he did. Islinda was giving her virginity to him and may the gods help anyone that tries to interrupt them tonight.

Islinda did not give him a verbal answer, rather she reached out and caressed his pointed Fae ears. She knew that part of his body was extra sensitive from experience and he groaned into her neck, his grip on her waist tightening as he held her to him.

Their eyes met and Islinda declared, "I’m not going anywhere."

And with those words, she gave herself to him and Valerie took over.

He pressed his lips to hers and Islinda was prepared this time, matching each glide of his soft lips with fervor. It surprised her that she was capable of such passion, but Islinda guessed everything was possible when she met the right person. And Valerie was a good kisser, not that she had much experience with one, but quality spoke for itself.

Islinda moaned against his lips, his tongue tangling into her mouth while her hand tangled into his silky soft hair, and giving in to the heavenly sensation. She let him take the lead. The old mill was all stone walls and machinery and when Valerie began to walk with their lips still joined, she feared they would bump into one of the machines hard. Or worse, trip and fall in the dark.

However, Valerie proved her point that the Fae had sharpened senses because he had no problem seeing in the dark and she followed his lead. However, what stunned Islinda was when Valerie lifted his hand and an orb of light floated from his palm and illuminated the space.

Islinda had to break away from the kiss and stared at the light orb with a gasp of astonishment. It was amazing and magical. When she stared back at Valerie, it turns out that he was watching her with a pleased smile and Islinda suddenly felt shy, taking her gaze off.

The orb provided the only light in the room, casting a romantic glow around them and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the darkened look in his eyes. When their lips met this time, it was a clash of teeth and tongues. She let out a small contented sound as he tasted her thoroughly and his hands began to undress her.

Islinda was not a proper lady, neither had she attempted to be one, always preferring pants to the dresses her step sisters loved and spent all of their coins on. The dresses were not suitable for hunting and were damned restrictive with the damned corsets and all. Hence, it was not difficult for Valerie to undress her, and she was standing stark naked in a blink of an eye.

Islinda would have covered herself in shame if it wasn’t for the blatant way Valerie stared at her and the desire evident in his eyes. It gave her a boost of confidence and she stood tall, waiting for him to undress. And that he did.

When Valerie stood equally naked in front of her, she forgot how to breathe. The Fae was perfection; hard muscles and smooth skin. He had graceful curves. And when her gaze ventured further down to satisfy her curiosity, her eyes widened and she stared back at him with red face and mouth agape.

Valerie grinned at her, "Like what you see?"

Islinda had no idea what she had been expecting, but Valerie was no different from a man, perhaps better. She should admire his manhood, but the thought that came into her mind was, ’Is he about to stab her with that?’

Valerie snagged her waist and pulled her to him and she breathed shakily. His gaze scanned her, "You’re scared." He noticed.

"Is it going to hurt?" Her face was a mix of both anticipation and fear.

"Not when I know what I’m doing. Albeit a little." Valerie told her truthfully.

Islinda breathed deeply, "Do it."

And that was all the command he needed.

Islinda did not know how he did it but Valerie was able to find a straw bed on the floor which must have been made by one of the workers or villagers. He picked her up and lowered her onto the bed gently, hovering over her. In the next minute, Valerie was kissing her, this time harder and hurried and with no clothes between them, her core clenched with anticipation.

The kisses were addictive and Islinda found out that his natural scent of smoke and fire saturated the air and it was all she could breathe in and it aroused her. So when he cupped her breast and took one into his mouth, pleasure exploded between her legs and she found herself writhing beneath him.

Perhaps Islinda was stupid for worrying about the pain, because with pleasure this great, she wouldn’t mind a little pain and that was confirmed when his teeth sank lightly into her nipple and she mewled instead.

"Valerie..." Islinda shouted out his name as he continued to torture her with his lips. The emptiness between her legs was getting unbearable. She needed..... She needed what?

"Valerie please..." She begged, shamelessly pressing herself against him. Every nerve inside of her was pulsating with need and pleasure. And by the gods, Islinda was so wet that all she needed was enough friction and she would come.

"Shh," Valerie hushed her, his chest pressed flush against her nipple and teasing her nipples, "When I’m done, you won’t feel a single pain when I slide into you." It was a dark promise that made her shiver.

His hand traveled down and found her slick folds. Feeling how wet she was for him, Valerie circled her entrance and then pumped his fingers in and out, deep and fast till her fingers were digging into his back enough to draw blood and she was gasping over his neck.

Layer by layer, the pleasure built, and just when the orgasm was about to sweep her off her feet, Valerie stopped and withdrew his hand and she saw red. Islinda was not one to curse like a crude sailor but she did at that moment, not that it was heard because Valerie greedily swallowed it up in a kiss.

With her shame already pushed to the back of her mind, Islinda kissed him back, sucked his tongue, and devoured his mouth. She needed him. She wanted him now. Valerie must have sensed the urgency as well because he spread her thigh apart so she was sprawled out for him.

He then drove into her and the air shuddered out of her. Valeria did not move to the hilt but there was still that obstruction that made her stiffen and she grasped onto his strong shoulder. He then slid out of her a little and moved back in and thus, Valeria thrust inside of her inch by inch till she got used to the invasion and the obstruction melted away.

But even when the pain was gone and Islinda was comfortable around him, Valerie would still not give her what she wanted till she wrapped her legs around him and drove him inside of her instead with great force and her back arched off the makeshift bed.

Valerie started moving, the pleasure rushed over her, making her senses reel. He growled, increasing the pace of his powerful thrusts, and watched with dark fascination, as she took gasping breaths, and her words incoherent.

He watched her with darkened intensity, the amber of his eyes now alive with that fiery glow. Here, she was, needy, a writhing mess, and completely at the mercy of a god and it was not a surprise, Islinda shattered around him and cried out her climax.

She clenched around him and with three more thrusts, Valerie howled his own pleasure and his warm seed filled her up. He collapsed on top of her, his weight strangely comfortable. When he lifted her face, Islinda found herself smiling and he smiled back at her.

That was the most beautiful experience she ever had. Islinda leaned into him and they were kissing once more. She didn’t care that Valerie was a Fae and she was human, Islinda was determined to fight for this. For their love.

And they began another round.