Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Oh!” I gasped at last, as a tangle of roots hidden by the snow caught my booted foot. And that was followed by an, “Ouch!” Because the trunk I caught myself on to keep from tripping happened to be covered in a thorny vine.
I pulled my hand away and examined my bleeding palm as I sank to my knees in the snow. It really hurt—there was a stinging sensation and the flesh was already swelling, as though the thorns that had pierced my flesh had some kind of toxin on them.
“Alira? Little bird?” Liath was suddenly at my side. “What are you doing way back here?” he demanded, kneeling beside me. “And why have you touched the touch-me-not vine?”
“I didn’t do it on purpose!” I exclaimed, blinking back tears as he examined my palm. “I tripped and I was trying to catch myself.”
“Well, this is bad. I need to heal it immediately—before the poison gets into your blood.”
“I’m sorry,” I said as he drew his dagger.
“Sorry for what?” he asked, as he drew the tip across his broad palm, not even flinching as it drew blood.
“Well…we’ve barely been married a day but it seems like you’re always…always hurting yourself to help me or heal me in some way,” I said.
“Don’t be silly, little bird—you’re my wife. It’s my job to take care of you. Here—take my hand. No—like this. Entwine our fingers.”
He gripped my hand in his much larger one, twining our fingers together so that his bleeding palm was pressed to my injured one. Then he closed his eyes for a moment, getting a look of concentration on his face.
Once more the feeling of soft fur brushing my private areas swept over me, but this time it didn’t stop. It felt like the magical fur was rubbing me over and over, stimulating my body more and more until I could barely stand it. I could feel my nipples getting tight and the forbidden place between my legs—what Liath had called my “pussy” felt incredibly wet and swollen.
It felt so good I wasn’t sure how much more of the sensuous sensation I could stand. It was like my body was reaching for something—attempting to reach a peak or pinnacle of pleasure that I hadn’t even known was possible—but I couldn’t quite manage to get there. And still Liath kept our hands clasped tight as he murmured something under his breath—probably a healing.
“Oh!” I moaned as his magic continued to tease and caress me. “Oh, please!”
Liath’s eyes opened and he gave me a quizzical look. We were still kneeling in the snow, facing each other but I barely felt the cold. I was nearly panting with the sensations his magic was causing in my body. I saw his bronze eyes go half lidded as he seemed to realize what was happening to me.
“Just a moment more, little bird,” he murmured. “I’ve had to do both a healing and a purification. The touch-me-not vine is no joke—if the poison enters your blood, it can kill you. Is it bothering you?”
“It…it’s your magic,” I confessed, still panting. “It…it feels like it’s teasing me—touching me.”
“Touching you where, exactly?” Liath rumbled, though I was fairly sure he knew.
“Here,” I admitted, gesturing with my free hand to my breasts. My tender peaks were tight under the silky gown I wore—they pressed against the thin material which molded to them, so that one could see the outline of both my nipples and large areolas.
“Hmm…” Liath cupped one of my breasts with his free hand. “Does it feel like this?” he murmured, and lightly brushed his thumb over my tight peak.
“Oh!” I half gasped—half moaned. “Yes…a little. But it’s more like really soft fur touching me there.”
“And where else is my magic ‘touching’ you?” Liath pressed as he rubbed his thumb lightly over my tight peak again. “Tell me and remember you vowed me your honesty.”
“Well…” I bit my lip. By the Shining Throne, it felt so good when he touched me! “Also…also between my thighs,” I admitted at last. I was trying to keep my legs pressed together but it was difficult because I felt so swollen and hot. I had on a thin pair of panties but I feared they might be soaked now. I felt extremely wet there for some reason.
“Mmm-hmm,” Liath rumbled, a slight smile quirking the corner of his sensuous mouth as he continued to tease my nipple. “And does it feel good, little bird? When my magic teases you?”
“It feels…overwhelming,” I admitted. I had the urge to press my breast further into his hand, almost as though I was offering myself to him, though I didn’t know why. “I…it feels like my body is trying to…to reach something…some peak. But I can’t quite get there,” I tried to explain.
“Hmm, well I’m afraid the peak will have to be reached another time,” Liath told me, withdrawing his hand from my breast at last. He also let go of the hand he was healing. His palm was already healed and when I turned my hand over, I saw that mine was as well.