Chapter 245: Blessed By A Queen 3
Liam smiled.
He reached up and took one of her small horns between his fingers, his grip easy and deliberate, and used it to guide her toward the bed.
She moved with it, not because she wanted to, but because her body was still running on a deficit from the last two rounds and her legs were operating at reduced capacity.
He stopped at the edge of the bed and looked at her.
"I could finish this right here," he said. "But that feels too easy." He looked around the room, at the sliding glass door on the far wall, the curtain moving slightly where the door had been left open, the dark city visible beyond it. "I have something better."
She looked at where his eyes had gone.
Then she looked at him.
Something moved through her expression that wasn’t quite fear but was adjacent to it. The first time anything like that had been on her face since the elevator.
He walked her to the balcony.
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The balcony sat in full afternoon light, the sun still high enough to throw everything into clear visibility, the city below busy and loud with the movement of the day.
Other balconies across the gap were visible in the same flat afternoon light, no shadows hiding anything.
That actually makes it worse for her. Full daylight. Nothing obscured. Everything visible to anyone who looked across.
She looked over the railing and then looked at him.
"You’re out of luck," she said. The composure was making its way back. "Nobody can see anything from this height. You picked a bad spot."
Liam looked at the other balconies across from them. Looked at the lit windows. Looked at the warm air moving between the buildings carrying sound in both directions.
He laughed.
"Okay," he said. "Let’s see if you can stay quiet enough that the people in those other rooms don’t come out."
She looked at the balconies across the way. Then at him. "You’re not going to do that. Because if someone comes out you’re just as exposed as I am. Two people on a balcony." She tilted her head. "That makes you look just as crazy."
He smiled. Slow and specific. The smile of someone who had already thought about this and arrived at a conclusion she didn’t have yet.
"Let’s see about that," he said.
He turned her around, her hands finding the railing automatically, and positioned her in a doggy position against it, the city laid out in front of her, the warm afternoon air across her skin, the other wings of the hotel directly visible across the open space.
He pushed in.
"Mm—" The sound came immediately and her hand flew up to her mouth, pressing flat against it.
He started moving.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
She kept her hand pressed against her mouth, her other gripping the railing, her knuckles going pale.
He could see her working at it, the specific effort of someone applying active concentration to containing something that didn’t want to be contained.
He kept the pace.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
Her hand was doing a reasonable job. Muffled sounds came through it every few strokes, small and managed, but nothing reaching across the open air to the other balconies.
He looked at her tail.
It was moving slightly behind her, the heart shaped end drifting with an involuntary rhythm that matched what was happening to the rest of her.
He reached out and grabbed it.
She moaned.
Loud. Clear. No management, no muffling, the sound going straight out into the air across the open space between the buildings before she got her hand back to her mouth.
He held the tail.
"You like that," he said.
"No," she said into her palm. Immediate. Firm.
He yanked it gently.
"Mm—" Through her hand again. Louder than she intended.
He kept one hand on the tail and kept moving.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
Her grip on the railing tightened.
Her hand was working overtime against her mouth, pressing harder, but the sounds were getting less manageable with every stroke, coming through in pieces, muffled but present, going out into the warm city air.
Then the sound of a door.
Across the gap, one balcony to the right and one floor down, a sliding door opened.
A guy came out. Mid-twenties, casual clothes, something in his hand that glowed orange at the end when he raised it to his mouth.
He looked across the gap.
He stopped.
He looked at what he was seeing, which was a woman gripping a railing above a city at night in a state of obvious undress, making sounds, apparently alone.
"What the fuck," he said, mostly to himself.
She turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder. Then she looked at Liam.
Liam was not there.
She could feel him.
Completely. Every movement, every stroke, everything still happening exactly as it had been happening, the physical reality of him present and continuous and undeniable.
But he was invisible.
She could not see him.
The man across the way could not see him.
There was just her, on the balcony, gripping the railing, sounds escaping through her hand, apparently completely alone.
"What are you—" She started the sentence and he drove forward and the rest of it dissolved.
"You see," Liam said, just loud enough for her, his voice arriving from directly behind her with nothing visible producing it, "they’re going to think you’re just out here losing your mind."
She pressed her lips together.
"I’m a succubus," she said, keeping her voice low. "You think this embarrasses me."
"Not yet," he said. "Give it a minute."
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
The man across the way was still looking.
He turned back to the balcony door and said something into the room behind him.
Another guy appeared.
He stood beside the first one and looked across the gap at the same thing his friend was looking at and said "what the fuck" with considerably more conviction.
The first one pulled out his phone.
Liam kept going.
"They’re recording you," he said quietly into her ear. "Just you. Alone on a balcony doing whatever it looks like you’re doing."
"I don’t care," she said. Her voice was doing less well than her words. It was coming out slightly uneven, the effort of maintaining it while everything else was happening costing her.
"They’re calling you crazy," Liam said. "Listen."
Across the gap, clearly audible in the warm night air, one of them saying to the other, "She’s actually crazy, we should go report her."
The other one not responding. Phone still up. Not going anywhere.
"She’s crazy man, come on."
"Look at her."
A pause.
"Yeah." A long pause. "You’re right."
She heard it.
She heard all of it and felt Liam behind her hearing all of it and his rhythm hadn’t changed once through any of it.
"You see," she said, her voice coming out in pieces between sounds she was still trying to manage, "I’m a succubus. This does nothing to me."
"You sure?" he said.
He turned her around.
Fully.
Her back to the railing now, facing outward toward the other balconies, toward the two men and the city and the warm air carrying sound in every direction.
He took one of her legs and raised it, holding it up and to the side, opening the angle, making absolutely sure that anyone looking from across the gap had a completely unobstructed and entirely clear view of everything that was happening.
He pushed back in.
"Oh—"
Her hand came up but slower this time. Less decisive. The sound had already gone before it arrived.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
The man who had been considering leaving was no longer considering leaving.
His phone was up.
His friend’s phone was up.
Neither of them were going anywhere.
She looked at them looking at her. At the phones.
At the fact that she was visible and Liam was not and from where they were standing she was just a woman on a balcony doing something that had no visible explanation.
"They can’t gain anything from watching," she said, her voice breaking slightly on the last word as he drove forward.
"True," Liam said. "But they’re watching anyway."
He kept going.
The city hummed below them.
The warm air moved between the buildings.
The sounds she was making went out into all of it freely now, not managed, not contained, just present.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Haaa— mm— oh god—"
"You’re going to tell me you don’t care about this?" he said.
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t form the sentence currently.
He drove deeper and held the tail again at the same time and she made a sound that went out across the open air between the buildings and the two men across the way looked at each other and then immediately looked back.
"Haaaa—"
She came.
Her leg in his hand pulled tight, her hand gripping the railing behind her, the sound of it going out into the city completely uncontained, raw and long and honest.
Across the gap, in the warm light, everything arrived at the same moment.
Liam felt it too.
He held her through all of it, the city spread out below them, the afternoon air warm across everything, the sounds of all of them going out into the open space between the buildings and disappearing into the general noise of the city below.
When it passed she was leaning against the railing and looking at him, or looking at where he was, her dark hair across her face, her chest heaving.
He let himself become visible again.
He looked at her.
’Two more,’he thought to himself.
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