Chapter 5
The warm water relaxed my body and I began to drift off. My mind wandered to the events of the last few days and the feelings I felt when I was with Quinn.
Suddenly I jerked awake, yelping in surprise when I felt a pair of arms slide around my shoulders from behind. I heard the familiar laugh next to my ear and relaxed my rapid heartbeat.
It still amazed me how Quinn moved so silently, like a ghost.
My cheeks flaming in embarrassment, but I admit they got even worse when Quinn slipped into the pool beside me, and I was treated to a full-frontal show of hot, wet skin and a thick cock that was already at half-mast.
My eyes frantically darted towards the entryway, afraid that Brittany had accompanied the king inside. But not a soul was in sight, not even the guard that had ushered us here earlier.
I turned my attention to Quinn. But other than slipping an arm around my waist and drawing me closer against her side, the elf king didn't try to initiate anything sexual at all. I quickly squashed the tiny part of me that was just a little bit disappointed.
"You are still afraid," she said softly, and I heard the frown in her tone.
"I'm just… unsettled," I clarified. "Everything is just happening so fast; and… I really didn't expect to have to meet the queen so soon—"
"You met the queen?" she interrupted sharply, her eyes flashing with an emotion I couldn't quite decipher.
I nodded hesitantly, suddenly unsure if I should've even mentioned it at all. Even if the queen had acted like a bitch, I didn't want to make trouble for her. "She was soaking in one of the pools when Brittany and I got here."
Quinn narrowed her eyes angrily, and I suddenly wished I could go back in time and tell myself to keep my big mouth shut because the mythical being sitting next to me was suddenly the most terrifying thing I'd ever seen. Her whole body seemed to radiate power, and it was in that moment that I finally understood what she'd meant when she told me her role as the Elven King embodied much more than that of the human kings I was familiar with.
I instinctively shrunk away from her.
Seeing this, she instantly clamped down on her anger, softening her expression. "I am sorry, Rachel," she said, actually sounding contrite as she held me tighter against her. "It wasn't my intention to frighten you. I was merely displeased that Santana ignored what was custom, especially since you have just arrived. It is rare that a queen and a Royal Wife should meet; yet if it was to happen, it never should be done out of the presence of the king. Taking a human wife is a delicate enough situation, as it is often painful for the elven wife to know that since she could not give her husband a child, her husband would have a child with a human woman."
"Is that why I keep waking up in a different bedroom than yours?" I asked curiously.
"Yes," she said, and I suddenly felt like I'd been stabbed in the heart, even though it had been the answer I'd expected. "Keeping both wives in separate households tempers the pain… somewhat."
"Then she must've been pretty upset about walking in on us earlier…" I said with a bit of embarrassment.
"Yes. But she was told to keep her distance for the next long while," she replied, sounding unapologetic, "something that she normally does on her own on any given day. She had been quite dismissive when I initially brought up the idea of me taking a human wife, like she could not be bothered at all with it. I should have known better. Did she say anything to you?"
Crap. I really didn't want to tell her about my human genes being an "abomination", but I also wasn't sure if Brittany would rat me out if pressed by her king. "She made a comment about me being the one to bear the next king. That's all," I lied, deciding at the last second to take a chance on a lie of omission. The queen obviously already hated me enough as it was, so why open that explosive can of worms if I didn't absolutely have to?
I let out a shriek of surprise when I was suddenly pulled up and onto her lap. The feel of both the warm water and her silky skin gliding against my naked body as I turned to straddle her properly, was instantly arousing. I grabbed her shoulders tightly, looking at her with wide eyes. Apparently, our conversation was over.
She grinned mischievously and lowered her head until her face was buried in my neck. I felt her take in a deep breath before planting a soft kiss against my damp skin. "I never knew that humans could smell so good," she murmured before taking another deep whiff of me. "Where elven women are sunlight and air, you are rain and flowers and earth. It is quite intoxicating." She slowly slid her cheek along the skin of my collarbone, and I gasped when she playfully nipped at my shoulder.
"Do elves like to bite?" I asked, a bit breathlessly.
"This one does," she said with a growl as she lowered her head and bit down a little harder into the soft flesh of my breast before moving to take my nipple into her mouth.
Quinn's tongue quickly had my hardened nub aching almost painfully with sensory overload as I closed my eyes and began to rub myself slowly against her swelling cock. I wanted to pleasure her.
She hummed in encouragement and cupped my ass to pull me tighter against her, allowing for more friction as the sensual rocking of my hips automatically began to speed up to match my rising excitement. She released my breast with a wet pop and roughly claimed my lips, seemingly trying to suck out all the breath from my lungs while her fingers playfully kneaded my ass cheeks.
I eagerly sucked on her tongue as my thrusts against her sex became more erratic and firm. Then her hands suddenly seized my hips, forcing me to still my movements.
Shocked out of my lustful haze, I looked behind me for the reason for her suddenly stillness. Had the queen returned? But Quinn just turned my face back to hers with her finger, looking at me with primal fire in her eyes. She lifted me up slightly from her lap and abruptly thrust her cock up inside me all the way to the hilt. Then she claimed my lips, swallowing my sharp gasp of surprise.
After several minutes of heated kissing, she pulled back to stare at me.
I smiled and brushed my lips gently against hers. Her smile was so beautiful that I think I lost myself in the sheer magnitude of it for a moment, but a soft caress of her fingers against my cheek brought me back to the here and now. She was making me fall hard for her, and I really wasn't sure if that was a good thing. Our last coupling had been somewhat frenzied and rudely interrupted. If this incredible being was to be my one and only love, then I wanted to take my time getting to know her body, to watch her expressions. I wanted to experience something like the glow of excitement a newlywed couple experienced, because I didn't know how long I could have her. I didn't know how she really felt about me. That strange window to her emotions I'd experienced before was conspicuously absent right now, so I only had my eyes to rely on.
Then a mortifying thought hit me. Once I was pregnant, would she still want to spend time with me? Or would she set me aside, confidently knowing that her royal line would continue?
Pushing the negative thoughts aside, I slowly rolled my hips while impaling myself on her over and over again, forcing myself to look into her intense eyes before she half-closed them in an expression of pleasure. I slipped my fingers through the hair spilling over her shoulder, following the long strands down her back and then teasingly tracing the curves and valleys of her muscles back up to her shoulders with the pads of my fingertips.
She shivered, and something within me seemed to tighten with a tangle of complicated emotions. Even at this slower, more tender pace, I came rather quickly, squeezing her member tightly in reaction to the pleasurable spasms of my orgasm, making her groan.
Suddenly she stood up, her arms still wrapped tightly around me. I hastily wrapped my legs around her waist and my arms around her neck to keep from sliding off her member. She waded over to the center of the pool where the water was a little deeper, reaching up to the top of her shoulders. Her hands lowered down to grab my ass again, and my eyes widened at her first, powerful thrust.
The water around us began to slosh and splash noisily with each forceful movement. I threw my head back and cried out with abandon, the buoyancy of the water making me feel like I was literally floating on cloud nine. She seemed to reach even deeper into me in this position, hitting and rubbing against sensitive areas I had never known I possessed.
I cried out as my body shuddered with pleasure. A pointed ear then caught my attention. And while Quinn sucked hard on my neck, I couldn't resist reaching my mouth up to nip the tip.
Quinn jerked as if she'd suddenly been tasered. The look in her eyes when she lifted her head was almost scary, her pupils were so dilated with lust that only a sliver of green was still visible.
The next thing I knew, Quinn was moving us over to the nearest side of the pool. She braced me against the side and wasted no time in roughly thrusting into me. Her fingers dug into my hips so strongly that I was positive I would have bruises later, as she proceeded to pound into me as if she had lost all reason.
Shock after shock of pleasure zipped through my body like an electric current with every hard thrust, making me inadvertently dig my fingernails into her back until she winced—something I would feel guilty about later when my entire being wasn't so drunk on pleasure and could think clearly.
My back began to hurt as Quinn's deep, powerful thrusts caused it to hit the edge of the pool over and over again. Her behavior should have scared me to death, but once again, my traitorous body decided her sudden loss of control was hot as hell, and I felt my arousal building towards an explosion for the second time.
When that explosion finally did happen as Quinn gave one last brutal thrust, I'm pretty sure I blacked out for a minute or two because the resulting spasms inside me had gone beyond pleasure into the realm of something very close to pain. I suddenly found myself gasping for air that didn't seem to be there anymore.
Quinn's arms tightened around me, holding me still as my breathing leveled out. She pulled out of me, but kept our bodies pressed close together. "Come," she said softly. "Let us sit and talk for a moment." She carried me over to the underwater bench and sat down, holding me on her lap, not wanting to let me go. "I apologize," she said as she cuddled me against her chest.
My breathing was back to normal, and with her warm, silky arms and the warmth of the water enveloping me, I was feeling drowsy and pleasant. I shook my head, and looked up to see her frowning down at me, her eyes almost glowing in their intensity. "No. It was my fault. I shouldn't have touched your ear."
But Quinn shook her head. "It was my fault alone for not explaining the… consequences of touching them. Once aroused, it is very easy for me to forget that I am bedding a human, more so if my ears are involved. An elf's ears are extremely sensitive when we are already sexually aroused, even more so than our sexual organs. Touching my ear with your mouth was very much like taking my cock into your mouth, only doubly so. The instinct to mate becomes overpowering."
I covered my face and moaned in embarrassment. I knew I shouldn't have touched her ears. "I'm sorry," I blurted out through my fingers.
Quinn gently pulled my hands away from my face and kissed me softly. "You mustn't think I am angry." She grinned mischievously. "In fact, I am flattered that you find my ears so fascinating that you could not resist touching them. Santana… well, it is not something she has ever done for me."
Once again, I felt my chest tighten with a surge of jealousy. I really didn't want to think about Quinn sleeping with that stuck up queen—ever—but especially not right now after Quinn and I had just finished having the most incredible sex ever.
She sighed again, and absently rubbed her hand gently over my abdomen. "I should have been more careful. You could very well already be with child, and taking you so roughly could have endangered you both."
I stiffened, once more reminded of the very large, neon-pink elephant in the room. "Do you really think it's going to happen so soon?" I asked quietly, playing with her slim fingers under the water.
"I certainly hope so," she replied, rubbing her hand affectionately across my stomach. Her sincerity and excitement stabbed into me like twin knives to the heart.
I closed my eyes tightly, wondering how I could possibly know that she truly loved me and wouldn't leave me.
Perhaps sensing my turmoil—maybe even quite literally—she seemed content to just sit there cuddling me in the pool as a peaceful silence fell over us, and despite all the questions I had wanted to ask from the moment I had awakened alone in that huge bed, I was content to just leave things as they were for the moment. After all, there was always tomorrow…
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A/N - Sorry it's so short! More will come soon!