Chapter 28: Flight and Fire

Her limbs ached from the cold after mere minutes in flight. The princess wondered if, perhaps, she should have donned a surcoat to shield herself from the elements better.

It was too late; Dawnport was already out of sight. Before she knew it, they were nearing The Fire Hills. When she caught sight of Varynx perched in the distance, she breathed a sigh of relief. Zeidan.

Not wanting to bother with the walk, she landed Starlyght on the bridge near the castle and rapidly dismounted. The guards on watch hurried to open the doors to her, and she marched inside.

“Do you know where Prince Zeidan is presently?” Aizurah inquired. He apologized and shook his head. “I’ll find him myself, thank you,” she insisted, dismissing him. She passed by the great room, finding it empty, and continued, her boots echoing through the halls as she marched. The princess finally reached the war room and found him seated there, head in his hands.

“Are you planning on brooding here indefinitely, then?” Aizurah’s soft but firm words echoed off the walls, startling him.

“Aizurah,” he breathed, rising. He raised a curious eyebrow at her as he took in her disheveled appearance.

“I don’t like it when you’re so far away from me,” she informed him, circling the table, skimming her hand along the wood. He watched with dark eyes as she slowly worked her way around the edge.

“Nor do I, Princess,” he responded in the common tongue, making his own way around the table, toward her. “I can barely stand court as it is, much less that cunt—"

“No, but you love me, don’t you?” she countered smartly.

“Of course,” he replied without hesitation, his silver eyes meeting hers halfway across the room.

“I’ve always adored this table…” she commented idly, sliding her hands enticingly over the mahogany wood once again as she finally closed the distance between them. Her skin was itching with the need for his touch. The prince smirked down at her.

“I do, as well. Though, don’t suppose it was commissioned to be used as we have,” Zeidan answered, caressing the wood.

“No. It was used to plot wars,” she remarked, her fingers tracing over the maps he had strewn across it. “I think our use of it is far more enjoyable…” Zeidan’s hand immediately encircled her neck, and he tugged her toward him, his mouth crashing forcefully down on hers, reopening her cut from the morning’s training. She bit down on his lip, drawing blood that mingled with her own in a deep kiss.

“What have you been doing? You’re filthy,” Zeidan whispered against her skin.

“Gods, I’ve missed you, husband,” she whispered back, not bothering to answer his question. She was preoccupied, consumed with her desire, and already pulling at his tunic.

“It’s only been three days, dear wife,” he answers with a smirk, trailing kisses down her dust-covered neck. The princess made quick work of his shirts, attaching her mouth to his chest the moment his skin was bared to her.

“Three days is too long. I’ve missed your touch, your smell, your taste,” she whispered against him. “I need you, my love.” He ripped her tunic open, and her blouse followed. A sharp intake of breath later, and Zeidan’s mouth was wrapped around her left nipple. A soft groan escaped her lips as thrums of pleasure coursed through her body; an aching need quickly settled between her legs. She leaned back against the table, grinding against his firm thigh.

“Patience, darling,” he chided teasingly, pressing his lips to hers. Her mouth opened, allowing him access. He explored her languidly, tasting both the sweetness of her tongue against his and the metallic tinge of their mingled blood.

Aizurah was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, as Zeidan gripped her ass and lifted her up onto the table. He made quick work of the laces on her boots and then yanked her leather trousers and small clothes off in one swift motion.

Zeidan slid his hand up her naked chest, pushing her back onto the table, the wooden pieces falling over with a clatter, maps scattered like wind.

“Zeidan… Zeidan, please…” she begged, shifting her hips in time with his hand, the heat inside her building to a near-breaking point. He pressed his fingers to her center, circling her tiny bundle of nerves as another finger slipped inside her and curled forward, until she finally fell apart under his touch. Her back arched, and her nails dug into his shoulders as white-hot flashes of gratification danced behind her eyelids.

When her muscles relaxed against the table, Zeidan released her legs and stood, reaching for the laces of his trousers. Aizurah’s skin was on fire, her blood scorching with need as she pushed herself up from the table, gripping Zeidan around the neck and pressing her lips to his. Their mouths clashed together, fighting for dominance.

The prince ripped her up from the wood and spun her about, bending her roughly over the table. He pressed his cock against her folds, and then they both moaned as he entered her, filling her to the brim. Zeidan wrapped her long, dirty braid around his hand and tugged; her neck craned back, and he leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

“Did you miss this, Princess? Did you miss feeling my cock inside you?” he asked teasingly.

Yes,” she breathed, “yes, I missed your cock, Zeidan.” He drove in and out of her at a bruising pace, and she arched back, shifting her hips toward him with every thrust. Her scalp ached where he had hold of her, but the pain only served to heighten the pleasure building inside her. The table scraped against her palms as she tried to shift her weight; Zeidan pulled her up against his chest as he continued to pump inside her.

“I think I like you like this, Aizurah. Filthy, bloody, begging for me to fuck you.” Aizurah moaned as he wrapped his hand around her neck, her head falling back against his shoulder. That familiar feeling of bliss was fast approaching, coiling like a spring in her gut, begging for release.

“Don’t stop, please, I’m so close,” her request came out in a breathy whimper that made his cock ache, and he sighed against her skin.

“That’s it, my princess, come for me,” he whispered pleadingly against her ear before nipping at the side of her throat. She came undone, falling forward on the table and crying out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over her. Zeidan continued to fuck her through her orgasm, gritting his teeth as her muscles clenched around his cock. “Fuck…” he ground out as he drove into her a final time and stilled, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside her.