Chapter 58: Above it?
Third person’s POV
Stefan didn’t go after the lady.
Let her run to the Queen. Let her scream ’horrifying’ to whoever wanted to listen. He would sort that out after. Right now he had a mouth wrapped around his cock and a job to finish, and Stefan Sinclair did not leave a job half done.
Jonquil’s tongue coiled underneath his cock and Stefan didn’t stop what came after.
He came hard down her throat, one hand fisted in Jonquil’s hair, holding her down through every spasm. She took every drop of it without flinching, her throat working around him, swallowing like she had been starving for exactly this.
When she finally pulled off, her lips were slick and swollen, strings of it still connecting her mouth to the head of his cock, her eyes half-lidded and glassy in that way that meant her body had already decided this wasn’t over yet, whether her face admitted it or not.
"Up," Stefan said, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her up over his lap, his cock still rock hard, still wet from her mouth.
He didn’t bother sliding her skirt off. There was no need. The small warrior’s wrap she wore was cut so short it did nothing to guard her, and when he lined himself up and pulled her down onto him, he had straight, easy access to her cunt, the fabric just bunching uselessly at her hips.
She was already soaked, dripping down onto his shaft before he even pushed in, and he slid into her in one long, smooth stroke, no resistance at all, just wet, tight heat swallowing him whole.
"Fuck," he groaned, feeling her walls grip him instantly. "Look at you. Drenched already and I haven’t even moved."
Jonquil’s breath came out ragged as she settled fully onto him, seated to the hilt.
"Follow my lead," he told her, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Bounce. Like this."
He guided her up and down a few times to show her the rhythm, watching her heavy breasts sway with every drop, her nipples stiff and dark and begging to be sucked. She caught on fast, the way she caught on to everything he taught her. Then he leaned close, mouth against her ear, voice low and filthy.
"Use your strength to bounce on it," he murmured. "You won’t hurt me. Go as hard as you want. Fuck yourself on my cock like you mean it."
Jonquil’s breath hitched. She understood, and Stefan felt it the second she did, because the woman who had been moving on him at a careful, measured pace suddenly slammed down with the full force of a beast warrior’s body, her cunt swallowing him to the base, the wet slap of her hips against his echoing off the walls.
"Fuck-" he choked out, eyes rolling back, and Jonquil, mistaking it for a command to stop, froze. "No. Don’t you dare stop. Keep going. Just like that. Continue."
She kept going. Up and down, hard and fast, her thighs working like pistons, her cunt clenching and dragging along every inch of him on the way up before she slammed back down, wet and open and taking all of him.
Stefan understood in that moment that he had genuinely never met a woman who didn’t get tired doing this. Earth women tapped out after a few minutes of riding, breathless, begging for a break. Jonquil rode him like it cost her nothing at all, sweat gathering between her breasts, her breathing steady even as her cunt clenched around him over and over, squeezing him like she was trying to milk him dry.
Stefan buried his face between those heavy breasts while she worked, his tongue dragging over one stiff nipple, sucking hard, groaning into her skin, his hands gripping her waist just to have something to hold onto while she used him exactly the way he had told her to.
Every slam of her hips sent a fresh wave of her wetness dripping down onto his balls, the sound of it obscene in the quiet room.
He could feel his climax building fast, faster than he wanted, but there was no slowing a woman with that much strength once she found her rhythm.
"That’s it," he groaned against her breast, "milk it out of me, don’t stop-"
He came again, spilling deep inside her, his hips jerking up hard to meet her one last time, and felt her clench brutally around him right as she did, a broken growl tearing out of her throat, her whole body shuddering through her own release.
Stefan collapsed back against the chair, chest heaving. "I need to relax," he muttered, one arm thrown over his eyes.
Jonquil climbed off him, already reaching for her skirt to straighten it. "I’ll go back to the celebration."
She didn’t wait for a reply. She walked out, and Stefan lay there thinking that he would relax now if he wanted to, even if the whole building collapsed around him.
His body ached in that satisfied, boneless way that made the mission timers and the system’s nagging feel very far away.
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Jonquil walked through the courtyard, straightening her skirt again as she went, the sound of drums and celebration growing louder with every step. She almost reached the entrance when she saw the elite woman who had run out of the room only moments before, standing there, arms crossed, waiting.
Jonquil walked straight up to her, close enough that Kara had to hold her ground or step back.
Kara held her ground despite the fearful stance of Jonquil, because after all they were from the same clan and Kara knew she wouldn’t hurt her just because of a Bound.
"Whatever you think you saw, you didn’t need to go running to her Royal Majesty with it," she said, flat and sharp, no room in her voice for argument.
Kara’s chin lifted, unwilling to be the one who flinched first. "Give me one reason why not."
"Because if you actually want to understand what I was doing in there with the Alien," Jonquil said, "I can show you myself. Save yourself the embarrassment of bothering her Majesty with something this trivial."
Kara blinked, and for a second the pride on her face cracked wide open before she slammed it shut again.
"Trivial." She said the word like it tasted wrong in her mouth. "You expect me to believe a war captain has anything worth showing me, involving a creature that looks like nothing more than a common Bound?"
"He isn’t a Bound." Jonquil didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to. She just maintained firmly.
"Then what is he, sister?" Kara demanded.
Jonquil’s jaw worked. She didn’t have the word. She had never needed the word before tonight.
"Different," she said finally.
"Different." Kara repeated it like the word owed her more than that.
"If you want to understand," Jonquil said, "I can show you. What I feel with him."
Kara’s brows drew together, thrown by the offer as much as by the word before it. "Show me?"
"Yes."
Kara scoffed, arms crossing tighter over her chest. "And that’s supposed to mean something to me?"
"It means something to me."
That stopped Kara for a second. Jonquil never said things like that. Everyone in the Bloomhold knew it. Jonquil reported. Jonquil executed. Jonquil didn’t sit around naming what things meant to her.
"Since when," Kara said slowly, "do you care what anything means to you?"
Jonquil looked away, toward the door she’d just come from, then back. "When he’s near," she said, and stopped there, like the sentence had run out of road.
Kara waited.
"I don’t dislike it," Jonquil finished.
"That’s it? You don’t dislike it?"
Jonquil’s frown deepened, the closest she came to visible frustration. She wasn’t used to being asked to explain herself. She was used to giving orders and having them followed.
"When he leaves," she tried again, "I notice."
"Notice what."
"That he left."
Kara let out a short, disbelieving breath, somewhere between a laugh and a challenge. "You’re a war captain. You’ve killed things twice his size without blinking. And now you stand here telling me you notice when a lowly leaves your side?"
Jonquil said nothing to that. There was nothing to say. It was true and she knew it was true, and she hadn’t found a way to make it sound less foolish out loud than it had sounded in her own head.
Kara studied her for a long moment, waiting for Jonquil to take it back, to laugh it off, to be the captain everyone knew again.
Jonquil didn’t take it back.
Kara blinked.