Chapter 4 (NSFW)

“Take off your shirt. You are still bleeding,” Ciri said, nodding to the cuts on his chest.

“Okay, but don’t bother wasting a healing spell on it.” Noah carefully scooped up a now‑sleeping Piper as he stood. “Until I feel comfortable writing them myself, we should save those for real emergencies.”

“I accept your proposal. But then you must clean and bandage it. Otherwise it risks infection.”

“Fair point. I’ll head to the washroom down the hall. Give me a few minutes?”

He tucked Piper into the inner pocket of his coat before hanging it up, ensuring she had a safe, hidden, warm place to sleep. While he did, Ciri pulled another shirt from his luggage—a beige one identical to the one he wore, minus the griffon scratches. With a grateful kiss, he headed out the door and down the hallway to the communal washroom shared by the six rented rooms above the tavern.

Opening the door reminded him just how far ahead the so‑called “wild” Fae were in terms of sanitation. Ciri’s home had running hot water and flushing toilets powered by magic. Here, the washroom had only cold water, and of the three magically‑powered toilets, only one still worked—the enchantments on the others had long since faded.

Even then, the only reason they have this is because this used to be a Fae city, Noah thought as he peeled off his torn shirt and began washing the cuts. Tarn’s Reach didn’t even have that.

He rinsed the shallow scratches, using as little water as possible, before realizing he’d forgotten to bring bandages. He took a steadying breath, gathered up his shirt, and peeked into the hallway. Seeing no one, he made the short trip back to their room half‑naked, slipping inside and shutting the door quickly behind him.

Ciri’s eyes widened. “You are not wearing a shirt.”

“Yeah, I forgot to take bandages. Do you know where they are?”

“Yes. Please sit. I will do this for you.”

She hurried to their bags, rummaging until she found a bandage and a small jar of thick, golden liquid. Unscrewing the lid as she returned to him, she dipped two fingers into the substance and gently spread it over the scratches. He winced at the sting, and she paused.

“I apologize. The velæris is an antiseptic, but it will sting.”

Noah frowned at the unfamiliar word. “Velæris?”

“Yes.” She resumed applying it. “In Common, it is known by the name ‘asel.’ It is a sweet‑smelling substance carefully removed from the hives of a stinging insect. Both Fae and humans cultivate them. Our tribe has several hives far outside the town.”

Noah glanced down at the paste. “Is… the insect in question yellow with black stripes? Little fuzzy, has wings, and there’s a queen for every hive?”

“It is red and black,” she said, tilting her head. “But the rest is correct. How did you know that?”

He dipped a fingertip lightly into the jar and tasted it. “It’s called honey where I come from. We use it to season food.”

“But the ælin—the insect from which this comes—predates the rifts.”

“Maybe it’s a case of convergent evolution?” he suggested.

“What is convergent evolution?”

He thought for a moment as she continued spreading the honey‑like substance across his chest. “I’m… not a biologist—someone who studies living things. My studies were focused on mechanical devices. But from what I remember, there’s a widely held belief that animals evolve over time. Over many generations, small mutations help some creatures adapt better to their environment, while others die out.”

“Yes, Fae scholars came to a similar conclusion.” She nodded. “If I am extrapolating correctly, you are proposing that two different worlds had similar environments—and thus gave rise to similar mutations, and eventually similar creatures.”

“Exactly.” He nodded. “It kinda makes sense too. Bees are pollinators. Tenebrae has trees, flowers, crops… it makes perfect sense that a pollinator‑type creature would evolve.”

“And it also makes sense that cultures would realize the value of their nectar and come to cultivate them,” she finished.

She applied the last of the velæris before placing the cloth bandage over the wound. She held it there for a moment, her warm hand applying steady pressure to ensure it adhered. As she moved away, Noah couldn’t resist dipping his finger into the honey jar one last time before she screwed the lid shut.

He was about to bring the honey-covered finger to his lips before pausing when he saw her lick her own lips. With deliberate slowness he reversed course, offering it to her instead. She licked it lightly before opening her mouth to take his finger in, sucking gently. His eyes widened when she closed her eyes and began to rub her tongue along the underside, applying suction to remove the remaining honey.

Well that's one way to turn me on.

Noah's pants tightened uncomfortably, drawing Ciri's gaze downward. The way she placed both hands on his wrist and slid his finger deeper into her mouth confirmed her approval. A haze of lust descended on his mind as she began to bob up and down on his finger.

"Where did you learn to do that?" he growled.

She slid her lips off his finger with a soft pop. "Fellating phallic objects as foreplay is common in the erotic romance novels I've read. I thought it appropriate to try and measure your response." Her eyes flicked down again. "I believe you enjoyed it."

"That's an understatement," he said. "Want to show me what happens next in those novels?"

"Yes."

She slowly sank to her knees, running her warm hands up and down his muscular arms and torso before tracing them down to his legs and unlacing his boots. After pulling them off, she slid her hands up him once more, unbuckling his belt. He placed his palms flat on the bed to lift himself up, allowing her to pull his pants and underwear off.

His cock sprang free as she did, already hard. Locking eyes with him, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to pump slowly, causing him to groan in pleasure. She bit her lip at the sound, her free hand unbuckling her own belt so she could touch herself while pleasuring him.

She's enjoying this almost as much as I am.

Keeping her eyes on his, she moved her face to his inner thigh just above the knee, nuzzling it softly before pressing her lips to his skin. Achingly slowly she began to kiss up his leg, maintaining a steady pace with her hand as she did. When she reached his hip, she switched sides, kissing down his other leg.

Is she... going to give me a blowjob? She's been hesitant to do that so far.

"You may relax," she whispered, hearing his frustrated groan.

She repeated the process two more times, ensuring she maintained an agonizingly slow pace with her handjob the entire time. Taking her advice, he leaned back onto his elbows, willing himself to relax and just enjoy the slower pace. By the time her perfect pink lips pressed against his shaft, he'd finally let go, his head tilting back as an animalistic groan escaped his lips.

"Oh fuck, that's good," he said as she kissed and licked around her still-pumping hand.

Not long after, precum started to leak from the tip of his cock. Given how turned on he was and how she was teasing him, it quickly ended up on both her lips and her hand. She paused her kisses for a moment, licking her lips before bringing her hand to her face and greedily sucking her fingers just as she had with his honey-covered finger.

Her eyes widened, causing him to look at her with concern. "Are you okay? We don't have to keep going. I know you had some hesitations before about—"

"Yes," she cut him off, the fingers of her free hand buried in her pants. "I am comfortable."

"You look surprised, that's all."

"I... did not expect to enjoy the taste."

He grinned. "There's more where that came from."

Any remaining hesitation vanished after that. She leaned forward once more, wrapping her lips around his cock for the first time. Her head began to bob up and down, working him deeper with every thrust.

"Holy fuck, Ciri, your mouth feels so good," Noah groaned.

His compliment seemed to make her redouble her efforts. She locked eyes with him as she brought her tongue to the underside of his shaft, using it alongside her lips. He watched as the fingers she'd stuffed into her pants began to work faster, rubbing in circles and causing her body to clench.

For what felt like half an hour, she kept up the same torturous pace with her lips and tongue as she had with her hand. She'd go fast enough to make him shiver with pleasure and keep him on the edge, but every time he thought he'd cum, she'd lean back, rubbing herself as she did. His cock continued to drip precum from the tip, every drop of which Ciri happily lapped up with a moan—the vibrations making Noah's mind go blank and his toes curl.

Surprisingly, it was Ciri who came first. After backing off for the sixth time, she couldn't help herself, rubbing her clit faster and faster while her eyes flicked between his shiny wet cock and his lust-filled gaze. She cried out and shook in front of him, collapsing back onto her heels as the feelings shoved any remaining thoughts from her brain.

"You're so sexy when you cum like that," he said, watching her slump as she recovered.

She breathed heavily for a few moments before responding. "Yes. I believe we should add oral sex for you to our regular sexual repertoire." She centered herself by inhaling slowly, then exhaling again. "Unfortunately, that concludes the part of the scene from the erotic novel that we can re-create."

He blinked several times in surprise. "I... uh... what? Not that it's a requirement for me to cum for it to feel good, but..." He gestured to his hard, leaking cock. "I think this might take a bit to go down."

"Oh! To be clear: I intend on ensuring you finish. But in the novel, this is when another woman—who has been watching the entire time—interrupts. Together, the two women ride the man until completion." She clarified, taking off her boots as she did.

"Well, we can re-create at least part of that then."

She stood and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants before pulling them—and the pink thong she was wearing—down. Without bothering to remove her green corset, she stepped out of them before moving toward the bed, causing Noah to shift back to make room. She placed one hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him onto his back before climbing onto the bed and straddling him.

When she brushed against his cock, Noah couldn't help but look down. He saw that her bare pussy glistened in the light of the sunset, dripping onto his already-wet cock. She rubbed her lips up and down against him, closing her eyes and basking in their shared heat before reaching down to line him up.

"Allow me to take care of this for you," she whispered again as she lowered herself onto him.

With every centimeter of his cock that disappeared into her tight opening, Noah lost himself even further.

It was incredible. Even after being unable to keep their hands off each other for the last few months, every time he had sex with Ciri was better than the last. Her pussy seemed to milk his cock with every rock of her hips, her body matching the rhythm he wanted even faster, and her reactions—from the way she bit her lip to the way she groaned and shook—drove him wild every time.

His hands slid down her corset-covered torso, admiring how the garment held up her ample breasts. They came to rest on her hips just as she finished her descent, taking him all the way in. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply before beginning to bounce up and down.

"Ciri," he warned. "I'm not going to last long with you doing that."

"I don't want you to endure. I want you to finish."

Fireworks went off in his brain at her words. He gripped her hips tightly and began to pump upwards, meeting her movements with thrusts of his own. Between the sultry look on her face, the way her wet pussy gripped him with every stroke, and her moans of pleasure, it didn't take long before he started to tense up, feeling the familiar tightness in his balls.

"I'm going to—"

"Do it!" she interrupted.

Unable to hold back any longer, he released a flood of cum inside her. Each shot seemed to make her jolt and shiver, hitting her most sensitive spots and causing her legs to lock. Her hand flew down to her clit as he came, rubbing herself while still impaled on him—something that sent her careening over the edge into a second orgasm. The feeling of her cumming on him seemed to extend his own pleasure far beyond normal, prolonging and heightening hers even further.

When they'd finally finished, Ciri collapsed onto his chest. Neither said anything, instead choosing to use what little energy they had to catch their breath again. Noah slowly ran his hand up and down her back as she tucked her hands under his shoulder blades, sending a wordless plea for him not to go anywhere.

"That was..." Noah struggled to find the words.

"I agree," she replied, seemingly reading his mind.

She slowly slid off him, reaching down to tentatively taste the shared cum leaking out of her. He arched one eyebrow at the motion, watching her savor the taste before going back for more.

"Careful. You keep doing that, and we're going to go for round two right away."

She paused. "Perhaps I should find a cloth. As appealing as the notion sounds, I am... sore."

"Maybe we nap for a bit first?" he suggested.

"An excellent idea," she agreed, sitting up and turning around. "Would you help me unlace my corset?"

His nimble fingers made quick work of the garment. "Tell me, what's the name of the book you were pulling inspiration from?"

"Desire, Obsession, and Worship," she replied as she pulled it off, leaving her as naked as him.

"That's an... evocative name."

"They are the names of three Fae women married to a Fae man. The novel is named for them and details their sexual exploits," she explained, laying her head on his chest.

He thought about it for a moment. "And the scene with the honey and the blowjob... which wife were you re-enacting then?"

"The one performing the acts was Worship. The one interrupting was Obsession." She looked up at him. "Do you feel that I embodied the character well?"

"Yes," he nodded. "Yes, I do."