Twenty-Second Day, Eighth Count...
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dracoqueen22... plus sneak peek excerpt!
Today was a day off so I had a wonderful time sitting at home and writing up a storm. I had hoped to finish up chapter 16, but alas, an early work day means going to sleep early. Still, what I've finished is nothing to sneeze at.
Word count as of this posting: 72,457
Huzzah!
Still, work is putting a huge damper on things. I don't think I'll finish it by August 31st, but it'll definitely be done by September 7th. I've only got four or five chapters to go after all. And the whole thing ends on a bit of a cliffhanger. *gasp* I'm beginning to think this story might work better as a serial, simply because there are so many characters and scenes that it can't fit into the tiny space of a single novel.
And now for that promised excerpt. I ran out of interesting tidbits of information to give so I thought I'd share a steamy piece of the novel. There are no spoilers in it (unless you haven't figured out by this point that Ione and Gale get together, lol).
This is very much NSFW.
Enjoy!
I've one, maybe two more word counts left in me, plus the final. I'm always open to suggestion for bonus material. Thanks for reading!
Today was a day off so I had a wonderful time sitting at home and writing up a storm. I had hoped to finish up chapter 16, but alas, an early work day means going to sleep early. Still, what I've finished is nothing to sneeze at.
Word count as of this posting: 72,457
Huzzah!
Still, work is putting a huge damper on things. I don't think I'll finish it by August 31st, but it'll definitely be done by September 7th. I've only got four or five chapters to go after all. And the whole thing ends on a bit of a cliffhanger. *gasp* I'm beginning to think this story might work better as a serial, simply because there are so many characters and scenes that it can't fit into the tiny space of a single novel.
And now for that promised excerpt. I ran out of interesting tidbits of information to give so I thought I'd share a steamy piece of the novel. There are no spoilers in it (unless you haven't figured out by this point that Ione and Gale get together, lol).
This is very much NSFW.
Enjoy!
“This is good,” she said.
Gale blinked. “There’s nothing here,” he countered, and looked pointedly at the bindings of the texts on the shelves. “I’ve seen all these books before--”
Arms wound around his neck and suddenly, Ione was kissing him, pressing their bodies together in a very wonderful way. Gale’s eyebrows sought to mate with his hairline as his mouth opened under her assault, her tongue slipping past his lips and tangling defiantly with his own. He responded how any red-blooded male would, curling his arms around Ione’s waist and dragging her against him, until he could feel the heat of her body.
She grinned into the kiss, nipping at his lips with her teeth. “Gale, it’s time I introduced you to a little thing some of us call kink.” One hand slid from around his neck, reaching behind him to squeeze his buttocks.
Gale’s eyes widened and he swore he could feel his cheeks burn. “Here?”
“Where else?” Ione said cheekily, and rocked her hips against his, where Gale was already responding, growing within the confines of his clothes.
“B-but we’re in public!”
“That’s why it’s called a kink,” Ione said and nosed her way across his throat and to his ear, tugging on the lobe with her teeth. “Remember what I said in the baths.”
With the way she was working his ear, knowing how sensitive it was there, Gale was having a hard time recalling the past. “Uh… it’s not public unless someone else is there.”
“Precisely.” Ione grinned, and her other hand dropped wickedly to the front of his robes, palm grinding a wonderful pressure against his rising arousal. “So be quiet. Unless you actually want a witness in which case we might need a change of venue.”
Gale knew it for sure this time. His ears were burning, his face was burning, and at any moment, he was going to explode. “Ione!”
She laughed softly, as always amused by his reactions. “Come on, Gale. It’ll be fun,” Ione insisted, her fingers working him expertly, stroking him through the fabric. Her breath was hot and wet on his throat. “Just think about it. Doing this while knowing Ishmael’s on the other side. He could come over here at any time. Ne?”
Gale’s stomach did a flipflop, but strangely, not in a bad way. A thrill shot through him, and he realized that yes, it was kind of arousing. He couldn’t be sure if it was the situation or Ione’s boldness or the fact that she was touching him in all the right ways. But he had to admit he liked it and – wait a minute. Ishmael?
“… Ishmael?”
She rolled her eyes, both hands moving to his waist where she quickly undid his sash and dove into his pants, curling hot fingers around his length. “Oh relax. He never comes over here. These books don’t interest him.” Ione expertly stroked him, making Gale swallow thickly. “But he has been known to investigate strange noises.”
She abruptly dropped to her knees, looking up at him with mischievous amber eyes as her lips hovered inches from his cock. “So you have to be quiet.”
Gale wasn’t given the chance to protest before she took him into her mouth, her lips a delicious warm and wet pressure on his length. A sound like a whine rose up in him, and died in the back of his throat as Gale swallowed it down. He sagged back against the bookcases as her tongue stroked him, and he gripped her shoulder, overcome with sensation. Ione was right. It did seem hotter doing it here, trying to clamp down on the noises he knew he made. His eyes kept darting to the other end of the corridor, where anyone could pass by. And if they happened to look in, they would see quite the sight.
No wonder she had asked Quetz to slip off.
Ione sucked him into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she applied a delicious pressure. Her tongue curled around his shaft, tracing the length of him, lapping at the sensitive head. Her fingers were a tight coil around the base of his cock, as she wetted him with her tongue. Gale’s hips started an unconscious motion, thrusting into the tunnel of her mouth.
She pulled back, pointedly licking her lips. “Still protesting?” Ione asked, lips red and slick, eyes bright with arousal. For him.
“No,” Gale growled low in his throat, encouraging her to rise by a firm grip on her shoulder. “But I can’t wait any more,” he said and Ione grinned as he spun her toward the bookcase, her hand grabbing a shelf for balance.
Phew. Well, I hope you enjoyed. This is only a tiny snippet of a much larger scene that I actually find myself proud to have written. It's from chapter thirteen, for future reference. Gale blinked. “There’s nothing here,” he countered, and looked pointedly at the bindings of the texts on the shelves. “I’ve seen all these books before--”
Arms wound around his neck and suddenly, Ione was kissing him, pressing their bodies together in a very wonderful way. Gale’s eyebrows sought to mate with his hairline as his mouth opened under her assault, her tongue slipping past his lips and tangling defiantly with his own. He responded how any red-blooded male would, curling his arms around Ione’s waist and dragging her against him, until he could feel the heat of her body.
She grinned into the kiss, nipping at his lips with her teeth. “Gale, it’s time I introduced you to a little thing some of us call kink.” One hand slid from around his neck, reaching behind him to squeeze his buttocks.
Gale’s eyes widened and he swore he could feel his cheeks burn. “Here?”
“Where else?” Ione said cheekily, and rocked her hips against his, where Gale was already responding, growing within the confines of his clothes.
“B-but we’re in public!”
“That’s why it’s called a kink,” Ione said and nosed her way across his throat and to his ear, tugging on the lobe with her teeth. “Remember what I said in the baths.”
With the way she was working his ear, knowing how sensitive it was there, Gale was having a hard time recalling the past. “Uh… it’s not public unless someone else is there.”
“Precisely.” Ione grinned, and her other hand dropped wickedly to the front of his robes, palm grinding a wonderful pressure against his rising arousal. “So be quiet. Unless you actually want a witness in which case we might need a change of venue.”
Gale knew it for sure this time. His ears were burning, his face was burning, and at any moment, he was going to explode. “Ione!”
She laughed softly, as always amused by his reactions. “Come on, Gale. It’ll be fun,” Ione insisted, her fingers working him expertly, stroking him through the fabric. Her breath was hot and wet on his throat. “Just think about it. Doing this while knowing Ishmael’s on the other side. He could come over here at any time. Ne?”
Gale’s stomach did a flipflop, but strangely, not in a bad way. A thrill shot through him, and he realized that yes, it was kind of arousing. He couldn’t be sure if it was the situation or Ione’s boldness or the fact that she was touching him in all the right ways. But he had to admit he liked it and – wait a minute. Ishmael?
“… Ishmael?”
She rolled her eyes, both hands moving to his waist where she quickly undid his sash and dove into his pants, curling hot fingers around his length. “Oh relax. He never comes over here. These books don’t interest him.” Ione expertly stroked him, making Gale swallow thickly. “But he has been known to investigate strange noises.”
She abruptly dropped to her knees, looking up at him with mischievous amber eyes as her lips hovered inches from his cock. “So you have to be quiet.”
Gale wasn’t given the chance to protest before she took him into her mouth, her lips a delicious warm and wet pressure on his length. A sound like a whine rose up in him, and died in the back of his throat as Gale swallowed it down. He sagged back against the bookcases as her tongue stroked him, and he gripped her shoulder, overcome with sensation. Ione was right. It did seem hotter doing it here, trying to clamp down on the noises he knew he made. His eyes kept darting to the other end of the corridor, where anyone could pass by. And if they happened to look in, they would see quite the sight.
No wonder she had asked Quetz to slip off.
Ione sucked him into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she applied a delicious pressure. Her tongue curled around his shaft, tracing the length of him, lapping at the sensitive head. Her fingers were a tight coil around the base of his cock, as she wetted him with her tongue. Gale’s hips started an unconscious motion, thrusting into the tunnel of her mouth.
She pulled back, pointedly licking her lips. “Still protesting?” Ione asked, lips red and slick, eyes bright with arousal. For him.
“No,” Gale growled low in his throat, encouraging her to rise by a firm grip on her shoulder. “But I can’t wait any more,” he said and Ione grinned as he spun her toward the bookcase, her hand grabbing a shelf for balance.
I've one, maybe two more word counts left in me, plus the final. I'm always open to suggestion for bonus material. Thanks for reading!
