Chapter 132: Cunt & Cum
The afternoon sunlight came through the tall windows of Aveloria’s study in strips. The room smelled slightly of the medicinal ointment she was currently applying to Galen.
Galen sat on a chair in front of her, leaning slightly forward to give her access to his right eye. The skin around it was still swollen and discolored, a mottled purple and black that had spread to his cheekbone. He winced as she gently applied ointment to it with her fingers against the edge of the bruise.
"Hold still," she said.
"I am holding still," Galen replied, though his jaw tightened.
She dipped her fingers carefully into the salve again and spread it along the bruised skin. "Did you drink the herbs the physician recommended?" Aveloria asked. Her voice was low, focused on her task.
"Yes. My father brewed it then and served it himself. He wouldn’t let me leave the table until that cup was empty." Galen answered.
Aveloria nodded. "Good. It should reduce the swelling by tomorrow." She leaned closer, studying the injury. Her face was inches from him. Too close for comfort. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin as he spoke. Her eyes, without her permission, drifted from the bruise to his lips. She watched them move as he continued to talk about his father’s fussing. Her heartbeat quickened. Her hand paused for a second before she forced herself to continue.
Galen sucked in a breath sharply. "Ow."
Aveloria blinked. She had pressed too hard.
"Sorry," Aveloria said quickly, straightening up. "I wasn’t paying attention."
Galen carefully touched the edge of the bruise. "I noticed," he muttered, though there was no anger in his voice.
She finished applying the ointment more carefully this time. When she was done, she stepped back and closed the safety kit, placing it on the desk with a quiet thud.
"There, try not to touch it." She warned.
Galen cleared his throat and stood from the chair. He rolled his shoulders slightly before stretching. "I’ll try."
A short silence followed.
"Now that Lucien is gone, I’m not sure our original plans will work," Galen said.
Aveloria stiffened slightly at the mention of Lucien’s name but kept her expression neutral.
"What plans?" she asked.
"After the king gave out the list of allies, Theron and I discussed assigning certain duties to Lucien while we were away." He said. "But he left in a hurry. That complicates our intended plans."
Aveloria turned fully to face him. "Forget about Lucien and assign the duties to the captains. They are capable," she said firmly.
Galen frowned slightly. "Well, with him gone, I was thinking of handling the internal security while I send our captains to visit the allies."
"Your father and I will handle internal security cause visiting the allies was something my father specifically instructed you and Theron to manage carefully. Sending captains in your place might send the wrong message. It could be seen as disrespect." She said quickly.
Galen nodded in agreement. "You’re right. But you would be alone here." He said.
"I won’t be alone," she corrected. "The palace is full of guards in case you are worried about my protection. Plus, I can protect myself. And I’ll hardly have time to think about anything else. I will be at the temples most of the time for training. I will be fine." She began pacing slightly as she spoke the words, coming faster than usual.
Galen watched her as she spoke. He knew this pattern. The quick speech, the practical argument, and her pacing with her hands clutched together. Aveloria only talked this way when she was hurt. He knew Lucien’s sudden departure had gotten to her, no matter how much she tried to hide it.
"It’s actually better this way. With all of you gone, I can focus. I need to improve at using my powers. The High Priest already said my discipline needs work, so—"
"Aveloria."
She stopped mid-sentence.
Galen moved closer to her. He reached out and cupped her face gently with both hands. She froze at the contact. Her gaze shifted to meet his. He did not hesitate. Galen leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against her lips.
When he pulled back slightly, he kept his hands on her face. "I know you’re strong," he said quietly. "I know you can handle yourself. But I can’t help worrying about you. Especially knowing that none of us will be around while you take on the training at the temple. And that is a heavy thing. I wish I could leave my task to be with you. And offer you all the encouragement you need. I’d really love to be by your side."
She gave him a small smile. It was meant to reassure him, but it held sadness. Galen noticed it. She tried to adjust her expression to make it even brighter, but the effort was obvious, and it failed.
Aveloria sighed. "I’ll miss you," she admitted after a moment. "All of you. I’ve grown used to having all of you around."
Galen’s expression softened. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her. "That’s progress," he said lightly. "The mighty Aveloria admitting she would miss us."
She let out a short laugh and nearly pushed him off, but he held on. "Don’t exaggerate."
Then, without much effort, he lifted her and placed her on the edge of the desk behind her. He lowered his posture, his hands gripping the edge of the desk, and his gaze fixated on her.
Galen said nothing, but a mischievous smile played at the corners of his mouth.
She looked away, her face drifting to the side. She felt shy all of a sudden. He held her jaw gently and turned her face back to look at him. Her cheeks were flushed.
"What?" she asked.
"You’re cute when you admit things like that." He replied
She rolled her eyes but could not hide her smile. She hit his shoulder gently. He laughed too. Then the laughter faded. Their eyes locked again, and she didn’t look away. His fingers trailed along her lower lip.
"You have no idea what you do to me, Lori." He leaned in and kissed her.
And this time the kiss wasn’t brief. It was slow at first, then deeper. His hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. She responded without hesitation. Her hands moved to his shoulders, gripping him.
The kiss intensified. It was no longer gentle. It carried tension that had been building for days. Her breathing became uneven. His grip tightened slightly at her waist. They kissed until their lips were swollen.
She broke the kiss briefly to breathe, but he found her mouth again. Her fingers moved to the buckle of his belt, but she fumbled with it. His hand slid up her thigh, lifting the hem of her skirt. She raised her hands while he pulled off her blouse. Her full boobs were trapped in the black lace bra she wore.
Galen unhooked it. One hand teased her nipples while the other unbuckled his belt, his trousers coming down completely to his ankle. Aveloria’s breath caught as she unbuttoned his shirt.
He didn’t wait. He leaned down, and his lips found her nipples. The first suck was brutal. Her fingers clawed the edge of the desk as he pulled at her nipple, teeth grazing just enough to send a jolt straight down between her legs. She could already feel her own wetness.
Aveloria pushed him closer, her hands shooting out to pull down his underwear. His hardened cock sprang free. And without hesitation, she wrapped her legs around him. His cock hit her thigh as he shifted to position himself.
"You’re so wet," He whispered.
Aveloria reached between them, her fingers wrapping around his thick length, guiding him towards the center of her. The first press was slow, deliberate, just the head sliding through her folds. Her walls clenched then relaxed as he filled her.
"Fuck," She moaned, shifting her weight closer to take him all in.
Galen answered with a thrust, hips pushing forward as he dragged his length against the slick tight heat of her cunt. She leaned back slightly, his hands grabbing her waist to balance her until her back was resting on the desk fully. The friction was heightened with the perfect angle. She gasped when his hand rubbed her clit slowly.
She spread her legs widely. The stretch of his cock inside her made her thigh shake as he pulled back and slammed into her with enough force that the desk moved slightly.
Aveloria let out a loud moan. "Oh yes!"
"Harder?" His voice was dark, his hands now holding her legs. "Can you take it?"
She nodded repeatedly. "Fuck yes! Fuck me harder, Galen!"
"Take it all in." He groaned.
Galen pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in. He kept at the insane pace, not giving her a second to breathe. She screamed, her whole body clenching.
Aveloria nearly choked on a gasp when his fingers touched her nipples, fiddling with them, and sent a wave of pleasure in her belly.
His large hands went round her waist, lifting her. She wrapped her legs automatically around him. They kissed roughly. His cock filled her as she bounced on him. He set a brutal pace, each thrust punching a ragged moan from her throat.
The room filled with the wet slap of skin in skin. And with one long and deep thrust, she felt herself reaching the edge.
"I’m coming—" Her words turned into a whimper as her inner walls locked tight around his cock, the climax ripping through her. He fucked her through it until his own orgasm hit like a fist in his gut. His hips jerked as he came, thick ropes of cum shooting straight into her.
