Page 13 of Six Burning Candles

She giggled, breathless and eager as she pulled at my robes a little harder. “I’ve been imagining the Lunar Cleric draping me over the altar.”

“Have you now?” I swallowed a whine.It’s not like the thought didn’t cross my mind.At the altar, lighting the candles, feelingher warmth in my palm, I did my best not to give into temptation. Then I heard her breath hitch and felt her tense under my touch. It was madness what Melrose did to me.

“Will Our Lady forgive me?” she purred. Her hands swiftly tugged on the sashes holding the ceremonial robes closed. They fell open, and she was able to drag them down my malleable body. I was putty for her to play with as she grinned up at me. My robes pooled on the floor behind me, exposing my slip and smallclothes. “If I fuck her cleric in the confessional booth?”

“You’ll have to pray to the goddess,” I growled, dragging her up and off that bench. It made a small clatter as it fell behind her. “After I’ve made you pray my name, Trouble.”

Her playful giggle was cut short as I walked her into the back wall of the booth. The wood groaned under the pressure. I pinned her there. My knees spread her thighs, but it was her hands diving into my smallclothes. The fabric fell to my boots, uselessly hanging off my ankles. Warm fingers traced my satiny slit. Unlike her nest of curls, I didn’t grow hair below my eyebrows well so I stayed fully shaven as best as I could. Her fingers ran the length of my slit and ripped a groan out of me.

“Who exactly is making whom pray?” she teased.

I cut off her backtalk with a hard kiss, devouring her moan of delight. She pressed her mouth against mine with vigor, one hand gripping my shoulder for support while her treacherous fingers spread me open like a feast. Her fingers, shorter, warm, and soft, tended to me as if we’ve fucked before…and we have, but only in my dreams. Driving my tongue into her mouth, I swallowed another one of her mewls. She tasted of tea leaves and candle smoke, like she’d inhaled it as we cast the blessing. I brushed my tongue across hers till I’d exploredevery inch, then went back for more. All while her fingers toyed with my clit. My hips rutted for her.

I only broke the kiss to catch my breath. “Naughty girl.”

“I thought prayer happened on one’s knees?” She purred with a wet smack of her lips.

“You want to pray, Troublemaker?” I cocked my head to the right, studying her face through a sex-drunk haze.

“It’s the only way I’ll be forgiven for tempting one of her best clerics away from her moonlight.”

I wasn’t sure if we were flirting or if we were being honest. Melrose did tempt me. She drove me to madness. She made my heart sing and stomach ache. However, it wasn’t away from the goddess in any way. In a way, fucking Melrose felt like it brought me closer.

I fisted up her hair and dragged her away from the wall. The moonlight embraced my back. I sank down into my seat, summoning that tiny bench with a flick of my wrist. It flew under her and encrusted with ice that quickly melted beneath her. Melrose squashed her yelp of surprise, tucking her legs to the side so they wouldn’t get in the way. And as she kissed at my thighs like she was able to bless me with her mouth, I could swear Avaris draped that booth in her protection. No one came knocking or inquiring about the moans trickling out as Melrose found her way to my cunt.

Her kiss was tender and direct. She lapped at me hungrily and my head fell backward. My fingers twisted up her hair into tangled knots. I panted heavier, loosing control steadily till hedonistic prayers trickled out of me. “Yes, fuck, what a wicked thing you are. Are you working this hard to get the goddess’ blessing, or mine?”

She popped off my buzzing clit with a wet smack before licking her glossy lips clean. “Yours.”

“I’ll have to think of a good enough blessing then, won’t I?” I sucked in air that I wasn’t able to keep in my lungs.

Her grin split her face before she descended back down to my aching cunt. Those teasing, mischievous fingers of hers curled inside me. My hips bucked for her, body rolling with each thrust till I gave up my rein of her hair. Instead, I clawed the arms of the chair, leaving frost bite in my wake. It crackled and spread along the wood till I was on a throne of sharp, jagged ice. My wings fluttered through the chair and stirred up a hazy snowstorm. Toes curled, I clamped down around her fingers.

I’d had a few good orgasms in my life. Some spectacular and mind melting, some sweet and tender. But an orgasm from Melrose St. Augustine was different…and I damn sure know why, I just can’t speak it into existence.

My body sank into the chair with a hardthump. Ice shattered and fell away. It melted around her thighs and covered the wooden floor in a thin puddle. I stared down at the puffy lipped vixen, so proud and smug, shimmying her shoulders suggestively. She tucked her hair behind her ears with her clean fingers before sucking the drenched ones clean.

“So, what has that earned me? Oh high cleric?” She hummed, smugness oozing out of her pores.

Goddess preserve me.I ripped her up and off that leather bench again, pulling her into my lap. She fell across it, legs dangling off the arm while her head was nestled in the crook of my opposite arm.

“Does my troublemaker like feeling full or feeling tingles?” I breathed. My gaze memorized every inch of her. From the soft, silky fluff of her hips to the cut dimples on her bellywhen she tensed her muscles. My free hand roamed up her torso to her full breasts, giving each hardened nipple a pinch as thanks. Then traced her gooseflesh riddled collarbone. Then the jugular up her neck. By then, she pulled up from my lap and my mouth found hers. My cum all over her tongue, I crumbled. I curled my tongue around hers and dragged out those pretty sounds once more.

She broke after an eternity, just enough to breathe. “Fullness, please.”

“Then I grant you this blessing,” I murmured, dragging her lower lip out with my teeth. Sparing a hand to her stomach, I traced down her soft torso to the nest of curls. Like the lecher I was, I cupped her before swiftly smacking her.Not hard, but enough to jolt her.She squeaked, body jerking exactly how I wanted. A wicked snicker left me. My fingers traced her slit, teasing her till her eyes fluttered. Spreading her once more, I wanted nothing more than to be between them again.

What I wouldn’t give to crawl under her covers, illuminated by only the moon, and spend the wee hours bringing her up and over the edge of pleasure. To taste her desire so thoroughly that nothing else compared.

With a singular circle to her clit, I murmured into her mouth. “A blessing to fill this naughty cunt of yours. To ensure it needs nothing else and satisfy your never-ending hunger. In hopes this blessing may keep such lecherous thoughts at bay and allow you to be one with the goddess this Wintersdark.”

My blessing took like ink to flesh. My magic spread across her sensitive skin and filled in her veins. Little snowflakes sparkled against her skin as I sank my blessing into her much like how I sank my fingers into her eager opening.So warm, and wet, and hungry for me. Trouble. Melrose St. Augustine, you are trouble.I didn’t want her seeking out pleasure from others. I had no right to do it, and yet not even the reason at the backof my mind could sway me. I filled her with my blessing before slipping my fingers from her. Her cheeks toasted into a deep crimson as my magic spread her as wide as her cunt would allow. Then with a twirl of my fingers, my troublemaker bucked in my lap as magic fucked that delicious cunt.

“Keida,” she gasped.

“That blessing will last you a while,” I murmured, twirling my fingers again to force it to fuck her faster. It was long and firm, much like a icicle, pressing into that sweet spot where I’d found it earlier Her thighs trembled. “May this keep you out of trouble.”

“Oooooh,” she laughed sheepishly, trying and failing to look smug as her body gave in. Her eyes rolled back in her head and mouth dropped open. I grabbed her by the chin, pulling that mouth to mine.Madness. You are…Trouble.I swallowed more of her moans. My lips retreated, lingering but not closing in. She chased my kiss hungrily.