Page 171 of Heimlock

When she lowers, we both let out guttural, deep moans. I’ve never involved my tail in sex, and while I’m glad she’s the first, I’m also stunned that years have been wasted without experiencing this. She needs to like this because I definitely need this again.

“There you go,” I coax her in a low voice. “Nice and slow.”

“Trinte,” she whimpers, pressing our foreheads together. “It feels so good.”

“I know baby; I’m right there with you. You feel like all twelve Heavens at once.”

She hums in agreement, inhalations coming in quick now. Her pace increases with each bounce; the friction is maddening. Knowing how much she likes it, I bring a hand to her clit and activate the air.

Within five seconds, she’s cumming. I nearly laugh in shock, but the way her body clenches around my cock and tail … I’m less than fifteen seconds behind. Fuck. That’s a little embarrassing.

Kyrielle stares at me, wide-eyed and face flushed. “That was … intense.” She huffs out a laugh. “Apparently, for both of us.”

Bringing a hand to my tail, I slowly pull it out, watching her expression for any signs of discomfort. “So, that was good?”

Her orange and yellow eyes bulge. “Good? I want that all the time.”

“Fantastic,” I whisper, bringing my hands to her cheeks as I press a kiss to her lips. “Because I do, too.” I look at the still-steaming shower, then up to the stars twinkling above. “We need to get ready. We’re going to run late.”

Kyrielle sighs dramatically, then sadly dismounts. Hopping under the stream of water, we both use soap one more time before rushing through getting dressed.

Consistent with Oasha fashion, my shirt’s made of dark blue linen, with my tan pants are equally breathable. I braid my hair down my back and put on a pair of tan loafers.

Kyrielle’s a dream, in pale blue chiffon layers, loosely draped from her neck and peeling apart at her waist to show off her muscular thighs. Her creamsicle hair is in soft waves, with those perfect pouty lips touched with gloss. On her feet are laced up white leather sandals.

I groan when I see her, rubbing a hand over my face. “Baby girl, this was a mistake. Turn around and change.”

My regret is immediate when she looks down, insecure. “What? You don’t like it?”

Rushing over to gather her in my arms, I quickly say, “No, no. You look incredible. So incredible that I’m not sure I’ll be able to resist fucking you in the sand dunes.”

She huffs out a laugh of relief. “Oh, okay. Well, we can definitely do that later.”

Kissing the top of her head, I say, “Let’s go. We’re already a little late.”

With a stunning Fire Sprite on my arm, we head out for the candlelit dinner under the stars.

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In the center of our private oasis is a wide, grassy area with an open purple tent. Underneath are purple and blue carpets, with more pillows everywhere. In the center is a wooden table, set low to the ground, with more pillows as seats. On the surface are gold chargers and white plates, gold silverware, gold goblets, bottles of unopened femire, and candelabras with lit candles. All around are pillared candles, with two chandeliers hanging from the tent top.

Lush ferns and vines fill the surfaces, creating an intimate and luxurious feel. Waitstaff watch us approach our family; everyone’s already here, joyous expressions lighting up their features. It’s a beautiful picture, filling me with a sense of happiness and peace.

Orliana’s wearing a red dress similar to my style, with her pendant dripping from her neck. Her dark skin glistens in the candlelight, and when she laughs, it’s like her whole body lights up. Fynn watches her, his deep love for her painted all over his face.

When his gold eyes flick to us, he stands with a grin. “Ah, the late lovebirds! Thanks for finally joining us!”

Laughing, I let him bundle me up in a big hug and watch him do the same for Trinte.

Motioning us to the table, Fynn says, “Come, come. We’ve been waiting to open the wine.”

Talia stands when we’re closer, wrapping her arms around me first. In my ear, she whispers, “You look stunning and so happy.”

“I am,” I murmur, my heart filled to bursting.

She kisses my forehead, then turns to Trinte. “Ah, my young champion. Come here, son.”

Trinte looks stunned when she hugs him close. Catching my gaze, I watch his eyes turn misty.