A Battle of Pride and Desire

Chapter Twenty Four

Brigette and Taran tumbled into his room in a frenzy. Taran's hands fumbled with the lock for far too long and the presence of the guards didn't go unnoticed. At least they were close by. The two of them were like love-crazed schoolchildren, unable to keep their hands off each other as they made their way to his bedroom. Taran stole kisses from Brigette every couple of seconds if Brigette didn't steal one first. His suit wasn't doing a good job of hiding his arousal and frankly the suit wasn't doing a good job of lessening Brigette's arousal either. When Taran finally managed to open the door, Brigette realised it was the first time she was in his room. She barely had time to notice anything about it though before Taran's lips crashed down onto hers. Another time then. His lips moved with purpose against hers and Brigette could feel his ragged breathing tumbling into her mouth. They moved in rushed harmony, pulling and nibbling on the other's lips. Brigette moved her attention to his neck, his cheeks, yes he liked when she bit there. She could feel his length pressing against her and her heart beat sped up with excitement. She grinded against him and in response he began to pull down the straps of her dress. Give and take, that's what this was. He couldn't get her dress off fast enough, for a gown so beautiful she wanted nothing more than for it to be on the floor.

"Brigette, you're killing me."

"Just rip it off," she exhaled.

He didn't need to be told twice and with one swift motion he ripped the dress apart from the back and it made a satisfying noise as it hit the floor. The seamstress was going to kill her. As it fell off her body, Taran stopped what he was doing and took her in.

"Beautiful," he said, his gaze on her face.

Brigette's face began to flush even further at the intimacy and she all but lunged at him for another kiss. He moved his hands down, down, please go to her pussy, but he stopped at her thigh and pulled the dagger out of its hold. He held it up in front of them, smiling slightly before tossing it across the room into the opposite wall. Gods, that's definitely a turn on. His hands roamed all over her skin, gathering her hips and kneading. She thanked the Gods she wasn't wearing a bra but these panties needed to go. So did all his clothes. She tugged at his suit jacket and pulled it off his shoulders with an aggression she didn't know she had. Their kisses were getting sloppy but then his hands moved to her breasts and she had to back away to focus on that alone. His fingers twisted at her nipples and the breathy noise she made should have been illegal.

"Oh Gods," she moaned.

She fumbled with his shirt buttons but gave up half way and pulled his shirt open, grappling at it to get it off him. He let go of her breasts for a painful moment but returned to them the second his shirt was gone. She marvelled at his toned stomach and held his arms to stop him from working her breasts. She pulled them away and went straight to her knees to marvel at his beauty. She ran her hands along his stomach and before she could think better of it she ran her tongue from his waistband up to his chest, giving the scar on his ribs a quick peck when she passed it. It tasted better than anything she had ever tasted, better than the food she had tried in Magmella. She licked her way back down to his waistband and began to unbutton his trousers. His cock was pushing against the fabric and Brigette couldn't wait for it to be in her hands - to worship it. She enjoyed taking off his trousers, pulling slowly at his underwear; teasing him. When she finally got them off his breathing was heavy but now hers was too as she marvelled at his cock. It was the biggest she had ever seen, would it fit inside her? She wanted to find out. She held it in her hand, rubbing the tip with her thumb, eliciting a shaky exhale from Taran. A little bit of precum made its way onto her thumb and she brought her thumb to her mouth, sucking on it. She looked up at him and for once in his life he didn't look in control. She was. She licked a trail from the base of his cock to the tip. His dick throbbed in her hand and when she put the head in her mouth she could feel the veins along her tongue. Taran's hand went straight for her head, his own lolling backwards in delight. She then worked his cock in and out of her mouth.