In Fledgling Whispers (Book 3 of The Transition of Pinn)

Dunn:

May the goddess forgive me.

I press my lips to her soft supple ones.

I can’t resist her, I’m like an unsuspecting mung beetle drawn into the sweetest Pannier flower, willing going to its death just for a brief taste of her beautiful nectar.

And sweet she is, like honey cake, or festival mead. Her soft lips move over mine seductively and slow, tasting but not surrendering. My hands rest lightly on her waist and my blood rushes through my body in its urgency to reach my cock.

Goddess, I know she is using me- I have avoided priestesses for this very reason, hating how the priests always get distracted from the will of the goddess and start to break the temple rules to please their lover. But now I find that I just don’t care, I’m breaking all the rules anyway.

Her teasing is making me desperate. The urge to have her completely is strong, primal even. I lean down more in an attempt to capture her mouth further, but she leans back breaking our kiss, and smiles seductively.

I might die of desire.

Her large beautiful chocolate eyes look at me questioningly. At this point, I would give her anything she asks for if only she lets me have her. I would even get down on my knees and beg her if I thought it would help.

But that’s not what she is asking of me.

“Rachel…” I begin, my voice sounding strangely rough to my ears. She leans in again and softly kisses my neck, an encouragement to continue. I almost shake in response. “I will do what I can for your friend”

She hops up on her toes and kisses me again, passionately, and with that the dam breaks. I can’t hold back any longer.

I wrap my arms around her tiny waist, pressing her into me and deepening our kiss. She moans softly and I take the opportunity to place my tongue in her mouth, messaging her tongue with my own.

I let out a low groan. Instead of dampening any desire, tasting her has made it grow stronger. I attack her mouth, grabbing her ass through her thin robes. I need to have her now or I might explode.

I walk her backward, my destination unknown. I open my eyes that I didn’t realize I had closed and see her beautiful face in front of me; her face has morphed into one of yearning with her long lashes splayed across her cheeks.

I briefly break our kiss as my eyes seek out somewhere, anywhere, to use as a bed or surface. She continues to kiss my neck and grind on me as see our poor options.

With limited options, I continue to walk her back until I am next to one of the large baskets of white worshiper robes and I push it over. A muted thud echoes through the room as dense fabric spills out onto the cold stone floors. This will have to do.

I lean down and pick Rachel up. She is lighter than I expected, softer. I lay her down on the robe covered floor with my body wedged between her legs. We are still clothed, but not for long as Rachel’s small hands begin to undo the buttons that line the front of my robe.

I kiss her fiercely as I unclip her silver belt and toss it to the side. I push the sleeves of her pale blue robe down and release one of her breasts. Leaning down I take her dusky nipple into my mouth and suck causing her back to arch off of the floor.

I pull the fabric down further and releasing her upper body and she wiggles as I push the fabric down over her hips.

And then she is naked under me. I can’t help but release myself from her breast to let my eyes roam over her curvaceous figure, her wide hips, and small perky breasts. I’ve seen it all before from a distance in the inner chambers, but up close is different. Touching her is different.

I rip the last few buttons off of my robes in my hurry and shrug out of them. There is nothing between us now.

I grab my cock and run in through wet folds, I look up at her sweet face. She is watching me, mouth open, waiting. I push in and warm wet heat surrounds me. Pure pleasure vibrates through me.

I lean over her, placing my arms on either side of her head, and kiss her softly. Then I move, slowly pulling almost out and then roughly pushing in.

Rachel’s head arches back and she moans. And it’s a real moan, not the fake moans she gives to the worshipers to make them finish faster, but a real throaty moan. It’s the kind you only make when you are losing yourself to the pleasure.

I love that moan and I decide at the moment I want to hear it for the rest of my life, however long that may be. I flex my hips again, faster this time dragging out another sweet moan. It’s my new purpose, to watch such sweet sounds spill from her lips and I can’t help but lose myself in it. I begin pumping faster and faster, and her moans grow louder, my body pushing into her softness.

All too soon I feel my testicles squeeze and my body grow stiff. I surge into her as deeply as I can and I feel her soft body methodically grip me. I close my eyes and feel nothing but pure pleasure wash over me as I empty into her. It’s blissful and perfect and over all too soon.

I open my eyes and pant to catch my breath. Her eyes are still closed as I look down at her now relaxed face. She’s perfect and I can’t believe I finally had her in my arms. Goddess knows this is one of the best moments of my life.

And now I have to do the impossible.

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