Framework of the Frontier, Sain Artwell [read me a book .TXT] 📗

She wants it.

She wants it man!

William hurried to speak up, “But! I could test it with you. You are here after all and it’s supposed to be a quick test, right? It would take too long to get Trotto and— God.” He chuckled, feeling the heat in his ears. “Damnit Ember, you’re making me feel like I’m seventeen again.”

A grin cracked on her lips. A smug one. Ember giggled as she tugged at her fingers. “If it helps, I feel the same…”

Now that he thought about it, William wasn’t sure how old she was. Neither had he figured how long elves lived in this world — or asked what the kitties were called — nor was he sure why those thoughts came up at such a critical moment when her smile had his attention. Mid or early twenties maybe? It was hard to say, but whatever her age, she had a brighter spark of life in her eye than most girls never will even at the peak of their youth. Plus, some really really nice and kind eyes.

“Well,” William began, attempting a smile again. “If you’d like to be my guinea pig I’d be honored.”

“Guinea pig?” Her head tilted.

“Fluffy experiment… critter. They’re very cute, I assure you.”

She snickered softly. “Okay. Let me activate Sorcerer’s Eye again. I want to see it too.” She cast the spell.

William held out his hand, placing it gently on her shoulder and mumbled, ‘god bless your strength’. White specks of divine energy flooded into her and, in that instant, he was flooded with her.

This time, without an ongoing battle, he felt Ember’s emotions as clear as his own. The maze of her fears and shames was now hidden by a bright burning desire.

She wanted him. Physically, then romantically.

Then both at the same time ten times over.

Her Sorcerer’s Eyes shined brighter now, their arcane patterns intensified to bright white. The blessing must’ve done something to her magic.

“How does it feel?” William asked.

“Like I would like to kiss you,” she murmured absentmindedly.

William looked at her plump parted lips. “I mean the blessing.”

Her face became a tomato. “Ah-uh. Mighty. I see everything much better, like all the errors in my spell disappeared. I’m in perfect control of the magic flow.” Ember took a step back and seemed to try to do a back-flip, but hesitated and fumbled to regain balance. “Oh, whoop. I mean, I feel stronger. Faster. But more than that it’s like my mind is spotting details as acutely as if I had eaten a whole reaper fireberry and was hunting for milk. I’ve never felt this strong.”

She began hopping gently on her hooves.

William looked at her milkies bounce. “That’s nice.”

Ember landed, pursing her smile into a mock frown as she covered her chest. “And I did feel you. It was hard to see clearly while the emotions were flowing to me, but I believe your blessing made our souls touch. While I’m not an expert on such magics, it might be dangerous to use it on people who are hostile to you. But with those who are receptive it’s…” She shifted her legs, fidgeting. “…It feels good. Though did you really think that?”

“The bit where I think you’re darn adorable and awesome and all kinds of hot? Yep.” He grinned.

The words stunned Ember. For a few moments she stared at him, her blush deepening to match the sunset as she twirled her finger stuck in her hair. “Yes… That,” her voice was a tiny peep. “Would you like to maybe, if it’s not impossible to ask, perhaps consider tonight, or tomorrow if tonight is not okay for you, having sex with me?”

Poor thing was squirming, visibly tormented by her anxiety over the question. It baffled William. In his mind a girl like her would have no issue getting anyone she’d want. The fact she wanted him this badly was almost intoxicating.

He caressed up her arm, sending a tremble up Ember’s neck.

She stepped in to press her chest into him, nuzzling his chest. “Please…”

“Yes, of course. Tonight, tomorrow, anytime.” All the time.

Ember smiled softly, licking her lips as she patted his apparently half-hard cock. “Now?”

“Yes. Now. Let’s go.” William took her hand and they rushed into the Ranger’s office. Promises for dinner be damned.

They ran upstairs into one of the dark and shady bedrooms. He could only barely make out the curvaceous shadow of her outline, one with breasts heaving heavily to horny pants. Behind that snug piece of leather hid a treasure he had to have.

They pressed against his chest when Ember hugged him, stinging a little on the wounds. She ground her groin into his thigh with a tiny whine, parting her lips in a silent request. One that he was more than happy to oblige. William took a firm grip of her hair and ass, letting his fingers sink in deep as he pulled her lips against his.

Hers were silky and shy as they fumbled in a cautiously soft greeting. Encouraged by his nibble, she joined him in an explosive wrestle of lips and tongue. Ember closed her eyes and squeezed into him, groping at his ass and crotch.

Another needy whimper escaped her when he cupped her crotch and found it burning hot. William took a step back to appreciate her in the last flickers of sunlight. “Damn. You’re sexy. How do I strip you from those clothes?”

Ember leaned forward, coaxing him into a full kiss.

William played the little dance of tongues, driving deeper with every breath to follow her until he had her tongue pinned down as tight as he had her body against the wall.

“I want to see those clothes off of you.” he huffed.

She made a happy whimper and began to shed clothes in an almost panicked rush, tossing off her