Page 77 of Consort's Glory
Because I’m yours. Your body knows I’m yours. It knows I’d never, ever hurt you.
He couldn’t even if he wanted to. His claws retracted automatically, and the suffocating press of instinct made it impossible for him to press his fangs into her flesh, to strike or squeeze with too much force.
He could nip. He could spank. He could hold her still, but harm her? Never. It made him ill just to consider it.
No, everything in him was attuned to her pleasure, to her comfort and safety. It was part and parcel with that driving elvish need to know one’s place in the hierarchy — in their own personal hierarchy, he was the provider, the worshiper, the protector. In turn, Margot was his anchor and his comfort, his home and his heart.
It wasn’t the same for all elves, obviously. The consort relationship took on many shades, many nuances, and depended largely on the personalities involved. No two relationships were alike, just as no two families were alike.
Theodore didn’t think he was above or below Margot in their hierarchy. His beast didn’t either. Rather, she was his heart, his partner. It was his privilege to look after her just as it was his privilege to lead his people. His purpose in life was to do his best by them both.
Theodore took his time kissing her skin. He got to know what made her sigh and what made her buck her hips against his mouth — and promptly pulled back every time he found something new and exciting, savoring each discovery. He traced the fingers of his bare hand over the crease where her backside met her thigh until he found her center.
Breathing out hot puffs of air against her sensitive skin, he watched her face as he slowly sank two fingers into the hot, rippling core that called to him. Her silky muscles stretched around his fingers, accommodating their size with a pulsing wave that made his cock jerk, precome leaking down the shaft to meet the cool damp air.
Margot’s face wasn’t pinched with pleasure. Rather, she wore a surprised sort of look that made him groan. She looked at him like she couldn’t believe he was real, like he was something precious and strange.
She wore her pleasure on her face openly, as if every bit of it was a sweet surprise she didn’t think she’d earned, and it made Theodore want to do everything with her. He wanted to explore every inch of her. He wanted to have her in every position. He wanted to see that look of soft surprise every single day, in every single way he could, for the rest of his life.
Gently curling his fingers inside her, he began to slowly pump them in and out, creating a steady rhythm with his teasing licks. In my dreams, I have you spread out on my bed. He gave her nipple a light pinch with his claws. Margot made a choked sound and dropped her hand from his hair to take her weight better on the squeaky cot. I have you in my big bed, your arms over your head and your legs spread wide as I run my hands down over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs…
Theodore thrust his fingers hard, curling them sharply against her inner walls, and gave her clitoris a sucking pull with his lips and tongue. Margot rolled her hips forward, griding herself against his mouth, and muttered something incomprehensible as he gentled his pace once more — keeping her hovering just on the edge as he whispered his fantasies in her mind.
I knew your skin would be so soft, he told her, pausing to press a reverent kiss to her lower belly. I knew you’d smell wonderful. I imagined that you’d taste like sunlight on my tongue when I kissed you and licked your cunt until you screamed.
He lashed his tongue against her clitoris, pumping his fingers hard. I was mostly right. But instead of sunlight, you taste like rain — that sharp ozone and cold water of a fresh storm.
When he pulled both his hand and his mouth away from her center, Margot let out a keening cry of protest. Theodore took the time to stare up at her for a moment. Was there anything more beautiful than the sight of her naked above him, covered in his release, her arms shaking as she struggled to keep herself upright? No. Unequivocally no.
Pushing her legs open wide with both hands, Theodore kept her balanced on the edge of the cot as he dipped his head to drink directly from the source once more, a dark, rumbling purr vibrating the cords of his throat. He pressed his tongue deep, seeking more, needing more to satisfy the raging beast in him that demanded he finish the job with his fangs on her throat and his cock buried in all that blazing heat.
Finally unable to withstand it, Margot fell back onto the cot, the muscles of her stomach clenching and unclenching as her body chased an orgasm he refused to grant her.
Growling, Theodore grasped her by the hips and lifted her up to his mouth until only her upper half remained on the cot.
“Theodore!” Margot scrambled to grab onto something. Lifting her arms, she curled them backward until she could clutch the edge of the cot by her head with a white-knuckled grip.
Tell me what you want.
Margot wheezed. Her hips flexed in his hands, but he wouldn’t allow her any friction, any freedom to grind against his mouth as he slicked his tongue everywhere except where she needed him most. “I’m— I don’t know— Theodore!”
You know what it does to me when you say my name like that, darling? Theodore tore his mouth away to lower her back onto the cot. Standing with jerky movements, all of his elvish grace beaten out of him by the sheer force of his lust, he stood over her naked and flushed form to grip his cock in one hand.
“You want to finish, darling?” he ground out through clenched teeth, squeezing his aching shaft. “You have to tell me what you want. You have to tell me you want my mouth on you, my fingers fucking you. I need to hear it.” Margot met his eyes. Her chest heaved with her deep breaths as she watched him jerk his fist down his length, her legs spread in a wanton display that nearly drove him back to his knees.
He watched, pulse hammering, as her little pink tongue darted out to lick her swollen lips. “I want…” She paused, eyes huge in her delicate face. “I want you.”
Theodore held his breath as Margot sat up on the cot. Kneeling on one knee, she closed her fingers around the muscle bracketing his hipbones and dragged him closer. Theodore didn’t hesitate. The cot squeaked as she settled her weight down onto her folded legs, their significant height difference bringing her in line with his aching erection.
“I’ve never done this before,” she hoarsely admitted, “but I want to.”
Margot brushed his hand away, allowing her to look her fill. Theodore wasn’t sure how much she could truly see in the darkness — humans were, of course, the species with the fewest survival adaptation — but he felt like she saw him. All of him.
“I’ve seen a lot of naked bodies, you know.” Margot trailed a finger over the crown, flushed a deep, livid blue, and down, following a throbbing vein. “Never felt anything for a single one of them. But when I look at you, it’s like…” She swallowed. “It’s like I want to eat you up.”
Fuck. Theodore gripped her hair with both hands, his stomach flexing as she dipped her head to give his cock a long, exploratory lick.
“Margot, you were supposed to—” The words died on his lips as his gorgeous, nefarious consort wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed. Theodore sucked in a sharp breath. This was supposed to be about her, about worshiping her the way he dreamed of, but if she wanted a little break to taste him, he wasn’t about to refuse.
