Chapter 705: L-Love Bites?* [Bonus - ]

Chapter 705: L-Love Bites?* [Bonus Chapter]

Author’s Note:

Not exactly the smut Chapter yet but just in case for those who don’t want to read, * is for mild smut and ** is for major ones.

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"If I didn’t know any better..." Silas whispered with his lips grazing the warm pale skin of her throat, "one might think you were deliberately trying to seduce me throughout our entire battle."

Morwenna’s brain completely melted.

It was probably leaking out of her ears but she couldn’t check, because both ears were busy burning.

A furious blush erupted across her face, burning straight through her skin and turning her cheeks with her neck and the tips of her ears a luminous crimson.

’He noticed!’ her last surviving brain cell shrieked. ’The shorts worked! The stretching worked! The bouncing worked! Everything I rehearsed in the galley worked!’

It made her quite happy...

"U-Uh... I... b-but..." Morwenna stammered, her fierce swagger disintegrating into panic.

She threw both hands over her burning face and tried to hide against his shoulder with her toes curling inside her boots and her muscular frame trembling in his lap like a leaf in a hurricane.

Silas couldn’t help the wide affectionate smile spreading across his face.

She’d split krakens in half and been a feared pirate earning the name of Dread Queen, and here she sat in his lap, easily the most adorable thing he’d ever held in his arms.

He reached up and gently took her wrists, pulling her hands away so he could look into her wide shimmering gray eyes.

His voice softened with the teasing edge gone, leaving only warm and unmistakable desire.

"Morwenna... do you want to have sex with me?"

The arena went completely still.

...The rain from the ceiling wards had slowed to a whispering mist, and the only sound in the cavernous room was Morwenna’s heart hammering against her ribs like a war drum.

Ba-dum! Ba-DUM! BA-DUM!

She stared into his handsome gold-ringed eyes as her breath caught in her throat.

"Mm..."

Her whole body felt hot and completely liquid.

The moment she’d dreamed of through centuries of blood, salt and lonely night watches had finally sailed into port... All she had to do was whisper one simple word, and her Captain would carry her to the bed and claim her forever.

She opened her mouth with her lips trembling and her throat feeling bone-dry.

"I... I..."

And then the dam broke.

Every Chapter of the illicit drafts of Aeliana’s novel she’d skimmed through... every filthy fantasy she’d ever indulged in the dark... every ounce of pent-up lust that had been boiling in her marrow for months came rushing out of her mouth in an unfiltered torrent.

"YES!" Morwenna cried out, her voice cracking with wild desperate passion as she lunged into his face.

Her eyes blazed with shameless hunger.

"Yes, Captain! I want you to fuck me! I want you to take me right here on these cold wet stones! I want you to stretch my insides out until my hips can’t walk straight for a week! I want you to ram that thick glorious cock so deep into my cervix that my soul leaks... I want you to dump every single drop of your filthy potent baby batter right inside my womb! Knock me up, Silas! Fill my belly with your seed and give me a whole crew of your little bastards! Claim your Pirate, Captain! Fuck me until I forget my own goddamn name!"

Silence descended upon the cratered training ring.

Morwenna’s chest heaved and her words hung in the steamy mist and echoed off the basalt walls with devastating clarity.

Somewhere far above, a single drop of water fell from the ceiling wards and landed on the stone.

Plip!

It sounded like a cannon.

She sat frozen in his lap with her hands clutching the thick wool of his hoodie and her pale face burning with enough heat to boil an ocean.

A tiny horrified squeak slipped past her parted lips as her pupils shrank to pinpricks.

’O-Oh god...’

The reality of what had just erupted from her mouth crashed down on her like a rogue tidal wave.

’The smut books...’ Morwenna wept internally, her soul shriveling into a tiny burning cinder. ’The drafts Aeliana gave me finally poisoned my mind! I said ALL of that out loud! I said "cervix"! In front of the Captain! Who is looking at me! With his face!’

Before she could die of embarrassment, Silas’s low hungry chuckle vibrated against her chest, and his hands tightened around her waist.

"I see..."

"N-no I’m sorr—"

Before a word of mortified apology could spill from her swollen lips, he surged forward and closed the distance between them.

His mouth crashed against hers.

SMACK!

The kiss was deep and hungry like a conqueror claiming his prize after a long voyage.

Silas tilted her head back with one calloused hand cupping the nape of her neck with his fingers tangling into her damp unruly dark hair, and his tongue parted her teeth expertly.

"Mmph!"

A sharp breathless whimper hitched in Morwenna’s throat.

Her eyelids fluttered shut as her entire world dissolved into heat, pressure and the intoxicating taste of him.

For a long time, she wanted to know what Elu was feeling and that feeling of inferiority was beginning to seep in of course... but now all of it was incinerated by the clean electric warmth of Silas’s mouth.

CHU! Chu! SMACK!

His tongue swept over hers with greedy possessive strokes, drawing low moans from deep in her chest.

’There’s a tongue in my mouth!’ Morwenna’s thoughts spun in a dizzy euphoric haze. ’Aeliana’s books said "tongue" and I thought it was just normal... It’s a whole second creature in there and it’s WET too without magic... Why didn’t anyone warn me it’d be this wet when you’re kissing to prepare for sex?!’

Every drop of her legendary swagger melted away.

Her fingers, which had split krakens and crushed iron ship-timbers, knotted desperately into the thick wool of his oversized chibi-hoodie and clung to him as though he were the only solid anchor in a world caught in a hurricane.

"Mmmph... nnh... ha...!"

Silas wasn’t about to keep his hands idle.

While his mouth thoroughly worked hers and swallowed her ragged whimpers, his free palm slid down the taut curve of her spine.

It traced the sculpted dip of her lower back, his fingers mapping the lean line of muscle before dropping to cup the heavy plush swell of her hip.

Through the thin damp sharkskin of her shorts she was scalding to the touch, and he gave the firm round flesh of her thigh a kneading squeeze with his fingers sinking into the yielding muscle.

"Mmph... hah... S-Silas..." Morwenna gasped into his mouth, her head falling back against his arm and exposing the sweat-slicked line of her throat.

Slurp! Smack! Mwah!

Her hips gave an involuntary desperate hitch against his lap, and the friction of her soaked shorts grinding flush against the hard ridge straining beneath his linen trousers sent a jolt of sweet fire straight between her thighs.

Her knees turned to jelly as a delicious liquid ache pooled through her lower belly.

’He’s touching me...’ Her thoughts melted like butter in a hot galley pan. ’His hands are so big... So heavy and his thing is pressing against my... oh gods, the books weren’t exaggerating, they were being modest... It feels so goddamn good!’

Yet in the very eye of that blinding storm, a tiny frantic flicker of survival instinct flared inside her brain.

’Wait...’

A spike of adrenaline pierced the haze of lust.

’The girls...’

Her right hand, which had been weakly clawing at the wet stone, flattened against the basalt tiles.

’Silas can’t see them!’ her mind shrieked. ’I just fed two of his Heroes and his brand-new Chief Artificer a massive dose of slumber-herbs... If he walks out of this place and finds his secretary, his Beast Goddess and a fox-girl slumped over the furniture like dead fish, the mood will be completely ruined.’

He’d stop touching her.

He’d let go of her hips, switch into responsible Lord mode and spend the next two hours fussing over pulse-points, mana circulation and detoxifying herbs and Morwenna would be left stranded on the shore, soaked, dripping and unfulfilled for another century.

’Not on my watch!’

While her mouth was still busy being thoroughly claimed by Silas’s demanding tongue, she slipped a thin silent thread of her water mana into the slick floor.

Drip! Trickle!

Beneath the closed blast doors, the pooled rainwater slid off the floor and answered the call of the sea.

Thin tendrils of condensed moisture snaked under the threshold and glided across the polished floorboards of the corridor like living liquid serpents, and they slipped into the living room where Aeliana, Solenne and Rika were dead to the world.

With the delicate stealthy precision of an oceanic undertow, the tendrils swelled into wide buoyant sheets of pressurized water.

They slid beneath the sleeping women, lifting Aeliana off the velvet sofa, hoisting Solenne off the glass coffee table and scooping up Rika and her snoozing phoenix from the carpet.

The liquid ribbons floated down the hallway carrying the unconscious cargo into the secondary guest bedchamber, and dumped all three of them, and the bird, onto the massive king-sized mattress in a tangled ungraceful heap.

Plop!

’There!’ Morwenna thought with savage breathless triumph as she severed the thread. ’All tucked into the same bed with the finest courier service on the seven seas...’

Distracted by her clandestine delivery route, she lost her balance, and Silas capitalized on the lapse instantly.

With a small growl, he broke the kiss with his mouth sliding down the wet curve of her jawline.

He pressed her backward and leaned his weight over her as she landed flat on the slick cool basalt with his broad frame caging her beneath him.

"Ah...!" Morwenna gasped, her eyes flying open as the water on the floor soaked through the back of her sharkskin tunic.

Before she could catch her breath, Silas’s lips found the hollow beneath her ear.

He kissed the warm sensitive skin with his stubble scraping lightly against her neck and sending delicious agonizing shivers down her spine.

’Wh–why there...’

"Mmmmgh~!"

Mwah! Smack! Chu!

After that, Silas tilted his head, opened his mouth and bit down.

CHOMP!

A firm sharp possessive sink of teeth into the soft flesh where her neck met her shoulder, with just enough pressure to leave a deep unmistakable bruise without breaking the skin.

"Eeeek?!"

A high-pitched scandalous squeak tore from Morwenna’s throat, and her toes curled so violently they nearly ripped through her boots.

Her spine arched off the wet basalt, her hands flew up to clutch his broad shoulders, and her breath hitched in pure bewildered astonishment.

’W-What is this?!’ Her thoughts scrambled through the smut-book terminology Aeliana had drilled into her for weeks. ’What’s it called again?! A love bite?! A mark?! A hickey?! Is he going to eat me?! Do I... want him to eat me?! Yes... Yes, I think I do... I’m not sure what that says about me...’

The rush of possession behind that bite sent a dizzying wave of heat crashing between her ribs and made her heart hammer like a war drum.

Seeing her face twisted in what looked like distress, Silas relented at once.

He eased the pressure of his teeth and soothed the reddened dent with a warm lingering lick, his gold-ringed eyes looking down into hers with real concern.

"Did that hurt?" Silas asked softly, brushing a wet strand of hair from her temple. "You looked distraught. Do you not like it?"

Morwenna’s eyes widened in alarm.

"N-No! I mean, yes! I mean, I wasn’t upset!" she stammered, shaking her head so hard her damp locks whipped across her cheeks. "I was just confused! My mind went blank! I didn’t know what it was for a second!"

Silas paused, then let out a low amused chuckle with his breath fanning across her collarbone.

"It’s a love bite, Morwenna," he explained gently, his fingers tracing the reddened mark his teeth had just made. "A mark of passion... Lovers give them to each other to show claim and affection and desire. It lets the world know who you belong to."

Thump!

Morwenna’s heart fluttered with such violent sweet ecstasy that she felt lightheaded.

’A mark of claim...’ she squealed internally, her cheeks burning like twin suns. ’He’s marking me! My Captain is claiming his pirate! I’m going to wear it to breakfast! I’m going to wear it to the next breakfast and I’m going to wear it in battle...’

She’d use it to bully Eluned as well... She needed to get as many love bites as possible however the romantic haze soon hit a jagged reef.

Her brow furrowed, her lips scrunched into a suspicious deeply territorial scowl, and she stared up into his handsome face.

"Wait a damn second," she said, her voice dropping into a dangerous accusing purr. "Did you do this with Eluned?"

Silas’s expression froze.

He coughed softly, his gaze darting to the ceiling wards with remarkable and highly suspicious innocence.

"Uh. Well. You know how these things go. The heat of the moment... we don’t really need to dwell on the details right now, do we?"

"Silas," Morwenna growled, her hands clamping onto his biceps with an iron grip and pinning him squarely over her chest. "Show me."

Silas sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Morwenna, why in the world are you bringing up another woman in the middle of this? Are you secretly a cuckquean? Do you get off on NTR?"

"Absolutely not!" Morwenna snapped, puffing her chest out against his hoodie with all the dignity of a woman lying flat on a wet floor. "I’m a perfectly respectable woman... Now show me your neck!"

’Proud cuck, yes,’ she thought in the deepest darkest corner of her skull, where he couldn’t possibly reach. ’If that’s what gets me a turn at the helm, I’ll be the proudest cuck on the seven seas... I don’t care who warmed his sheets first. I only care who’s warming them last.’

And that person would be her...

Silas narrowed his eyes.

"Why do you look so smug all of a sudden?"

"I’m not smug! I’m concerned!" Morwenna wriggled beneath him and jabbed a finger at his throat. "That smug bark-brained tree goddess did something to spite me, I just know it... Show me your neck... Come on, Captain! Show me! Show me! Show me! Show me! You can’t hide it from your first mate forever and when you do, you’re giving me one too! I want my turn! I want mine bigger! Show me, show me, show me!"

Silas groaned, realizing there was no escaping the cross-examination.

He reached up and tapped the side of his neck with two fingers.

A razor-thin veil of illusion mana, which he’d been maintaining ever since he left Blessed Land, shimmered and flickered out of existence.

Morwenna looked and her jaw slowly dropped. ℴℴ𝘮

"By the depths..." she breathed, her fingers rising to touch his skin in horrified awe.

Calling it "a couple of bite marks" was the understatement of the century.

Ringing Silas’s collarbones, circling his throat and trailing up toward the base of his jaw were at least twenty overlapping purple-and-crimson dents, forming an almost unbroken collar of possessive love bites.

It looked like a ravenous reef-shark had tried to detach his skull from his shoulders...

"Was that crazy bitch trying to bite your head off?!" Morwenna gasped, tracing the deepest tooth-marks near his jugular.

Silas burst out laughing and shook his head.

"Not quite. The first one she gave me while I was asleep, as a ’gift’. Her divine saliva seals them in, so they don’t heal... I tried Radiant Cellular Reconstruction on the first one and it bounced right off. Only Eluned can lift them, and she hasn’t offered. Every time we... well, every time, she adds a few more."