I let out a long, ragged breath as Flume rains kisses down over my back. He turns me around and leads me into the bedchamber. Wind ruffles the gauzy curtains, blowing them into the room with the smell of the salty sea air.

My heart beats double time as Flume holds me around the waist. He envelops me in his strong arms, kissing my forehead right between my eyes. I can feel him holding back, and I don't want him to.

I lean up and catch his lips in mine, and the intensity of my own heat comes to the surface. I can do a magnificent trick with my mind. When I’m focused on something, all other thoughts disappear. In this moment with Flume, my entire attention is on him. He is all I want and all I need.

The heat that’s been building inside me since the tournament, ignites into a burning rush of hot, wet desire. Flume slips his tongue between my lips. My nipples peak painfully hard against my dress. He slowly pulls my dress up my thighs. His hands are on my bare flesh, gripping and squeezing the globes of my behind.

“Don't stop. Don't hold back,” I groan.

He turns me around abruptly and angles me over the bed. I stand with my hands on a soft mattress, my ass in the air. He rubs the back of my thighs, barely touching my throbbing, wet sex.

I suck my lip, pressing my eyes closed. He caresses the backs of my thighs, and threads the other hand through my hair. The hand on my thighs slides over the thin strip of my panties. I let out a throaty groan as his slight touch nearly brings me to climax.

He slips his fingers under my panties, teasing out my sopping wet core. I want him to sink inside me. I want to feel his body inside mine.

Flume pulls my panties aside and kneels behind me, dragging his tongue through the slit between my legs. I groan as his arousing venom seeps over my pleasure buttons. Flume slips his tongue inside me, thrusting hard as he thumps against the sensitive buds around the entrance to my channel. I'm climaxing before I can think; throbbing with ecstasy. But he doesn't let up.

His tongue thrusts and tortures me into another climax. He stands behind me, and slides his hand inside my dress, gripping my breasts and rolling my nipple between his fingers. I groan and push my ass up against his rock-solid shaft.

“Do you want this, My Queen?” he asks me.

“By the Bones of the Gods, don’t stop,” I groan.

He makes a gravelly noise in the back of his throat and turns me over on the bed. I flick my nanotech clothing off with my wrist com and lie naked for him. He licks each of my nipples, making them tighten. Flume’s own tight black outfit dissolves. My eyes widen at his massive lance. It stands proud, pointing to the ceiling. He stalks me, climbing onto the bed over me.

He lifts my knees up and apart and slides his cock over my sopping wet entrance, electrifying me with pleasure.

The head of his cock slips inside me and I groan. Flume teases me, sliding the tip in and out of me. I whimper, running my hands up and down his back.

“Do you want this?”

“Please,” I mewl.

“I'm here to serve you, my Queen,” he growls in my ear as he thrusts himself deep.

He sinks to the base, filling me up. I climax instantly, milking his dick with my sex. The feeling of him inside me is like part of me that's been missing forever is now replaced. I felt this with Donte but now that I feel it with Flume, I recognize it.

I groan and reach up to kiss him. He grants me with a deep kiss. When he pulls back, he starts to slowly rock into me in waves. I'm overcome with pleasure and fall back as I let Flume master my body.

He plays me like a conductor conducts an orchestra. I feel like I'm his instrument of pleasure. All I want is to let go and let him show me this landscape of desire and fulfillment he’s composing.

I climax repeatedly for him. When I think I can't take any more, I gaze into his dark, mysterious eyes, and come again. The connection between us is like a spiderweb we are both caught up in. Together.

His cock grows thick inside me as he pumps his cum deep into my cunt. I groan and wrap my arms around him, pulling him tight to me. We throb together, wet and satisfied. He kisses my cheek and whispers into my ear.

“You are not just my Queen, dear Joon. You are my goddess. I worship at your altar.”

I feel exactly the same way about him.