Feral Mage 3: Chapter 24 -Sex Scene-

Bryce relaxed in the cool stream, the current gently washing away the grime from the day. He still had no idea what the hell Janna had done to frighten Charlotte so badly, but he planned to wait a bit to see if the princess changed her tune before returning to the Duke’s estate. The last thing he wanted was for her to reveal Alice’s secret.

He dunked his head into the water, and when he resurfaced, he saw Callie on the shoreline, still in the dress she had worn at the Duke’s gathering. Her legs were dangling in the water as she quietly watched him.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I thought I would come check on you and make sure you’re okay, given what Ciarra did to you last time you fought the Quill Wyvern.”

Her legs shifted as she spoke, making a small ripple in the water.

“I’m fine,” Bryce responded, splashing his face. “I’m just ready to get back to Witchbrook and the guild.”

He heard Callie hum softly in agreement.

“How’s the stream?” she asked, probably picking up that he wanted to change the subject away from the Goddess.

“It’s not bad,” he answered. “Current’s strong, temperature’s not bad, and the water is deep enough to make bathing easy.”

He saw Callie stand and watched as she pulled the strings of her corset before she slipped out of her dress, tossing it onto the ground beside her. What little undergarments she wore were next before she stepped into the water and approached him.

“Turn around,” she said.

He did as she asked and felt her hands rub against his shoulders and neck, massaging his muscles. He exhaled at her touch.

“Like I thought. Your body is tense,” Callie murmured. “You’re stressed.”

Bryce laughed.

“I did fight two monsters today,” he said, then grimaced when he realized Ciarra would probably be upset at him referring to the centipede as one of her children. When the Goddess didn’t comment or attack, he relaxed.

“So what is this?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at the snow elf.

She met his eyes and smiled.

“Us finishing what we should’ve done back in the estate,” she said, her tone sultry as her hands moved lower.

Her fingers lightly danced down his back, sending a chill through his body.

“The bitchy Princess can wait,” Callie added. “The attack is in a few days, and the Duke will be too busy dealing with his panicked noble guests, that is, if he didn’t rush straight to Witchbrook when the guards told him about the attack. We can relax for an hour or two, Bryce.”

She was making a decent argument, and her touch was making it even better.

“And if Charlotte has friends looking for her?” he asked.

Another chill ran along his skin as he felt Callie’s nails lightly rake his skin.

“Then they will see me pissed off right before they die,” she said softly. “You need this, Bryce. I need this.”

He continued to stare at her over his shoulder, seeing the heat that resided in her eyes. She was making her intentions damn clear.

“It wasn’t that long ago you were trying to kill me,” Bryce reminded her.

The remark earned a chuckle from Callie.

“Are you talking about the time I was furious at you for defeating me,” she asked, “or a few months ago when I was mad that you tricked me about Alice?”

Her nails raked a little harder against his skin on that last one. Bryce drew a deep breath at the sensation.

“You sure you’re over it?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

Callie shrugged.

“For the most part,” she said with a smirk. “My life has drastically changed since I met you. It’s taken me a while to come to terms with it. Don’t get me wrong, I still want to knock you on your ass with a sword, but there are other things I’d like to do to you as well.”

Her last words carried a sultry tone, and Bryce turned around to face her. She made no move to cover herself, her hard pink nipples on full display as her gaze ran up and down him. Bryce did the same and took in Callie’s body before resting his gaze on her blue eyes. They were a color of blue that reminded him of ice, yet they were filled with more heat than a blacksmith’s forge.

“If we do this, there’s no going back,” Bryce warned.

Callie nodded.

“I know. Vex has been teasing me about it, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. While Janna has been supportive, even encouraging me.”

Her hand reached out, grasping his cock under the water, her fingers gliding along the length. Callie drew in a deep breath and exhaled with a shudder.

“I’m sure I smell like a bitch in heat to them, given the way you make me feel,” she said. “I’m not a noble lady anymore, Bryce. My family name is little more than a footnote in the history of a lost kingdom.”

She let out a small chuckle.

“My Queen? A barmaid who has no desire for the crown. I’ve spent my whole life striving to fill a role bestowed on my family. It’s time I strove for something for myself. Someone for me.”

She stepped closer, her other hand joining the one already playing with him. He felt his head brush against her stomach as she looked up at him.

“So will you indulge my selfish desire, Bryce?” she asked.

He answered by kissing her as his arms wrapped her in an embrace. That simple act unleashed a dam of tension that had been building between the two of them over the months. His tongue intertwined with hers as his hands ran over her body, squeezing her toned ass.

Callie was a warrior trained to guard kings and queens of the Winter Kingdom, and her body was lean and strong. She didn’t moan or make meek noises; instead, she sounded like a fierce beast growling and demanding more of him. When they broke the kiss, she playfully bit his bottom lip and stared up at him with hungry eyes.

“Let’s get out of this damn water,” she demanded between frantic breaths.

Bryce grinned, reaching out and taking her chin, giving her one more deep, passionate kiss.

“As you command,” he said, still grinning.

Then he lifted her over his shoulders and marched through the water to the shoreline. He gripped her ass cheek as he did, squeezing it. Callie didn’t protest his handling of her like this. Instead, he felt her nails gently run along his lower back as she playfully bit his side.

“Good, we’re back on land,” Callie said, once he reached the shoreline. “And you even carried me like a gentleman.”

Then she struck the back of his knee, collapsing it. The surprise blow forced him into a kneeling position, as Callie slipped from his grasp.

He looked up to see her standing before him. Her lip quirked up as she looked down and her legs spread apart, placing her pussy just inches from his face. The trim white hair of her bush glistening with the wetness of her slit.

She reached out, running her fingers through his hair.

“You know, I’ve pictured you in this position since the day we met,” Callie said, then she pulled his face toward her sex, letting out a gasp as Bryce’s tongue began to explore her pussy.

One hand held his hair tightly while the other went to her pussy, spreading herself more for his tongue. He ran it up and down her clit, and the act brought out Callie’s first moan as she pushed herself against his face. Her legs crept farther apart as Bryce devoured her.

When her leg started to twitch, he paid her back for tripping him, pushing at the back of her knee. Her moans shifted to a surprised yelp as she began to fall, only for him to catch her in his arms as he stood.

She glared up at him.

“Bastard,” she said, though her tone carried no venom.

Bryce licked his lips, tasting her juices as he grinned at her.

“I figured I’d better stop you before you tried calling me a good boy,” he teased.

Callie pouted, but her hand reached below her and tugged on his cock. He could also feel the juices from her slit dripping down his arm that cradled her hips.

He carried her to a large fallen tree, gently setting her down on the trunk, which placed her at the perfect height. Callie wasted no time getting into position, legs spread as she stared down at his hard cock, one of her fingers tracing along her clit.

He took in the sight of her teasing herself before approaching, and Callie grabbed his cock and began sliding it along her lips, her wetness coating it.

“I’m not a delicate little flower, Bryce. So don’t treat me like one,” she said as she angled him into her opening, then her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer. Her body tensed as she looked up at him. “Now, fuck me until we break this tree in half.”

She let out something akin to a growl as her hands gripped his shoulders. Bryce pushed his cock into her. The warmth of her body radiated around his shaft as her muscles squeezed down on him like a vice. She was so tight that every inch he went in felt as if he were splitting her in two. Callie, though, kept pulling him closer, pushing him deeper. She stared up at him with fevered eyes as a wet stain pooled on the log beneath her. The look was similar to the one he had seen Callie wear during battle, a frantic thirst mixed with excitement.

“Fuck me,” she moaned as his hips moved, plunging himself deeper into her.

Her muscles didn’t relax, and with each thrust, they squeezed him as if her sex wanted to trap him inside her.

Callie made more feral sounds as her hips began to grind against him with his thrusts. He felt her legs wrap tighter around him as her arms pulled against his shoulders. Realizing what she wanted, he wrapped his arms around her body and lifted her from the log. His hands quickly moved to cup her ass to support her as he slammed her down on his cock, her arms and legs locking her to his body.

He felt Callie’s nails dig into his back as she bit down on his shoulder. Lustful grunts escaped her, and he swore he was hitting her womb with how her legs pushed him deeper into her.

“I’m about to cum, Callie,” he warned, preparing to pull out of her.

She released her bite on his shoulder and panted.

“I took a potion, fill me,” she moaned, her tongue running along the bite and up his neck.

He picked up his speed, as did Callie with her grinding. As he climaxed inside of her, Callie slammed her hips hard against him. The act, combined with his release, caused Bryce to lose his balance and fall backward. He landed on his back, with Callie still on top of him, her hips grinding against his pulsating cock as he filled her with seed.

Callie moaned as she arched her back, one of her hands reaching behind her to caress his balls as he filled her.

“We have to do this again,” she said, panting, sweat clinging to her brow. “We didn’t break the log.”