I woke up wrapped in a warm feeling. The fog of sleep dispersed quickly, allowing me to parse what had happened after the storm had settled.
I’d channeled a frankly disturbing amount of magic while in my human body, and it should’ve torn muscles, disabled nerve clusters, and potentially caused a fatal stroke. I’d made my body with magic and those limitations in mind, but it was still unbelievable that the human form had survived at all.
I cracked an eye open, and winced at the vibrant glow of light draped over me. Whatever caused the light seemed to notice I had stirred, because the light faded and was replaced with a face.
Green eyes glittered like emeralds above, shrouded by strands of hair the color of divine wheat. Just below that face was a beautifully sculpted bust, bare of any restraints to impede their majesty.
I blinked, taking in Daniella’s expression as she chewed her lip in worry.
“Morning.” No need to assail the woman with questions right away.
“Just barely noon. You’re awake much sooner than expected, given the damage.”
“Right. Why are you naked?”
Her lips twisted in a restrained smile, amusement written in those glittering eyes. “That’s your first question? Sounds like you’re used to taxing your limits. To answer your question: the same reason you’re unclothed. You were drenched by the rain and freezing. You’re too tall for anything in my wardrobe, however.”
“Ah, I see. Thanks. I’d hate to get sick, and fair is fair. You see what I’ve got, so I see what you do, right?”
Daniella laughed at that. “Not a hint of embarrassment! Wonderful. A woman who is so confident in herself is quite rare. We could have a lot of fun, you and I.”
I gave her a speculative look. She was flirtatious. Unreservedly open. She’d basically already offered. “I do owe you for saving my life.”
“Please. Nothing so transactional. It ruins the mood.”
I raised my hands, reaching up and running my fingers through her hair gently. “Are you sure? I’d love to teach you what eternal gratitude looks like.” My nails grazed along her scalp, parting rows through her hair and drawing a pleased sound from the woman.
“Hm. If that’s how you want to play it, then I’ll oblige, Miss Mage Hero. Consider your debt in effect until I’m satisfied.” Her lips pouted at the last few words, and I could feel the raw sense of need washing from her.
I seriously had to meet the queen who arranged for a woman of such caliber to work for her as a damn chef.
She folded over me, leaning down until her lips met mine, and then… her magic coiled into mine at the contact, adding a new dimension of pleasure to the intimacy.
I reciprocated, joining in an exchange of passions beyond the physical for that moment. It explained her youthful features. She was rejuvenating herself off the magic of young mages. Daniella could’ve been close to a hundred years old if she played that game enough.
Her fingers danced along my sides, her hair imprisoning my grasp, keeping our lips locked in that succulent exchange.
I felt her tongue play at my lips, and I met it there, flicking a teasing touch, then nipping at her lower lip for a moment before finally exploring her mouth with an elusive elegance.
I nearly turned to butter in her hands as she began to work her nails into my sides, a sinful scratching gentleness spreading shivers through my body. Then those nails traced to my stomach before moving up to my chest and teasing more trails that came close to, but never quite seemed to scratch that itch of need that she was building into me.
I groaned, finally separating from the kiss when my lungs could bear no more pressure. I turned over, then held her as I pushed her back gently, moving to hover over Daniella’s body, staring down at her half-lidded expression of bliss.
“You taste… succulent.”
I grinned from above. “You have no idea.”
To think she would nourish her youth off the magic of a goddess. The nerve. She ought to be punished. She would have no right to decline if I stole away her everything as compensation.
I leaned down, kissing her neck as her hands came up to embrace me, one hand holding my head in place as the other sought a lower, more rounded grasp. I felt her fingers squeeze into my ass, and I growled contentment, sucking her skin just so.
I pulled my hand around her back, just tugging her close so she arched into me, her skin pressed flush until I could feel her wild heartbeat and every hitched gasp of breathless energy.
That same breathless need consumed the world around us, and I felt her desire for release. It seemed I’d offered her enough motivation to take the next step.
My thigh slid in close, between her legs but just beyond reach. I felt her try to meet it, if only for the pressure alone to satisfy a little of her heat.
“Beg,” I ordered.
She hesitated, breath stopping entirely for a moment at the word.
“Say it. ‘Lady Li, I beg you, grant me the relief I desire.’”
Daniella shivered… then she moaned the words, and my entire being devolved into an ocean of bliss.
Only my presence in a mortal body kept me from glowing. Lust consumed us both as her prayer hit me like a hurricane. The woman had meant every word.
“Horny little thing,” I admonished.
With a grin, I pulled her fully against me, her hips settled firmly over my thigh, then kissed her on the lips as our bodies rolled in the ocean of emotions together.
Her hair grasped my head, holding our lips together as her fingers desperately took hold of my breasts, kneading them as she tweaked my nipples between her index and middle fingers.
She rocked into me, and I moved in small circles, dripping with lust onto her leg. We drowned together in the roiling of emotions, our passion guiding us until her core met directly to mine, clit to clit, my predatory eyes boring into her clouded expression.
Moans echoed from our union, each rolling of hips exploding through our senses at a volume we just couldn’t seem to satisfy with our voices alone.
Then she performed that magical connection again, instead using our clashing pussies as the intermingling contact, and I felt her as much as she felt me. I felt the lust that consumed her in answer to her prayer. I felt her potent adoration for the act of joining pleasures.
Her emotions sung to me a choir and ecstasy, and I knew my own answered her call.
Again, she bucked her hips.
“Ahhh~” she sang sweetly.
I licked my lips.
I forced her down onto the bed. Timing was all that mattered. There was no room to hesitate. She needed me, and I was a benevolent goddess to my followers.
My head dipped between her legs, finding the evidence of our desperation written in mingled sweet nectar there.
My tongue danced out, exploring and drinking deep of her sublime passion. My fingers spread her open and I ran my tongue from the bottom up. Nectar was the right term. Ambrosia. Her clit found itself assaulted as my middle finger entered her, and she gasped, then cried out in bliss. Her shaking hands found my head and pulled me into her.
I curled my finger, dancing tiny circles within her. She bucked her hips in response.
“Ohhh, Lady Li! I need it. Keep going!”
I sucked on her clit, curling my tongue around it and finally thrusting my finger into her, ensuring I hit that spot that made her back arch and her fingers dig into my hair.
Again, she tied that connection to me, feeding me her own senses and making me throb with my own desire.
I thrust again, faster. Then slower. Again, slower, then fast again, and she cried out her satisfaction, tightening her thighs and clamping down hard on my finger, where I could feel her pulsating release. I devoured everything she released, all too happy to be the object of her worship, recipient to her dedicated offerings.
Again, I throbbed at the feeling of her release. My own mortal body feeling unsatisfied.
Daniella’s shaking hands released me, and she trembled as she gave up using her hands, instead lifting me like a small child with her hair-limbs.
I found myself turned on with a boneless ease. She bound my hands behind my back, then lowered herself between my legs, twitching fingers playing idly with the small diamond of fuzz I left artfully trimmed.
“Never. I’ve never felt like that. What even was that weight? That crushing tide of pleasure? I’m still shaking.” Her sweet voice was hollow, as if her mind had been blown.
I grinned in satisfaction. I was just that good, and I knew it. Now, she knew it too.
Her labored breaths felt heavy on my pulsating core, still leaking from what connection to her emotions had wrung out of me.
Daniella didn’t leave me waiting long.
Her hair spread my legs at the knees, trapping me. Her fingers traced my folds in a teasing dance. That hot breath stirred me just enough to raise my hips as much as I could. A silent plea.
“Your turn to beg.”
I reddened, embarrassed at her demands. Still, felt it bad enough. Damn mortal body.
“I need you. Touch me. Drive me to the edge, then push me off.”
She gave me a look like the cat that got the canary.
Her fingers rolled me open and scooped inside with a squelch, my own lustful juices trying to announce what my moans just didn’t seem capable of. Her middle and ring fingers reached deep, explored me, then withdrew.
Daniella licked them clean. Then she did it again. And again. Each time, her tongue teased around her digits, lapping up the literal nectar of a goddess while she met my eyes, watching me, waiting to see if she’d made me desperate enough yet.
I whimpered. It wasn’t fair.
Then she took my clit in her mouth and dragged her tongue across it while sucking.
I almost cast sound magic, just to moan louder. My eyes rolled back, and my back arched.
Then her fingers dove into me again, and I decided the worlds, all of them, could end. I’d be happy with that.
I desperately fought to close my legs around her head as she dragged her tongue over my clit again, but her hair refused to give any ground. Her fingers rammed into me with a sudden force, teaching me my lesson for not appeasing her.
“Ahhh! Ahhh, fuck! Fuuuuuuckkk…” her fingers slid in. Slow, slow, jarringly fast, then into me deeper, touching that perfect place that tipped me over the cliff.
Actual ambrosia must’ve poured forth into Daniella’s mouth as my body experienced an earthquake of release.
I must’ve passed out from the bliss, because everything faded to black beyond the fireworks in my mind.