Hey Everyone! 😊
Since tomorrow is Christmas, I thought I'd give us all an early present and share a peek at how the Fae celebrate. Enjoy! 😉
Capping the bottle and setting it aside, he continued his journey southward and swirled his tongue around her navel. When he reached the top of the tuft of hair that protected her most intimate places, he sat up and looked at her.
Groaning, Kate met her lover's eyes. She wanted to ask why he had stopped but remembered just in time that she wasn't supposed to speak unless he asked her a question. Biting her lips, she maintained her silence.
Smiling to see that his Anamchara had remembered the rules of their game, Ankou said, "I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed unless I tell you to open them. Do you understand?"
Nodding, Kate said, "Yes, Master," and relaxed into the bed, closing her eyes.
Shifting his position so that he kneeled between her outspread legs, Ankou kissed and licked his way down to her left foot. Rubbing his fingers under the arch and around her ankle, he massaged her limb until he felt the last of the tension drain out of it. Setting it aside, he moved to her other foot.
As Ankou massaged her right foot, Kate became aware of a pressure around her left ankle. She realized it felt like her leg was being held against the bed by someone's hand, but both of her mate's hands were occupied tending to her right foot. When the implications of those two facts penetrated her consciousness, she barely kept herself from panicking. Gasping, she forced herself to remain still and silent. She wanted to sit up and see what was happening, but that would mean disobeying the rules of the game. As would asking Ankou what was going on. Her heart racing, she tried to decide what to do.