He acted as if he were concentrating hard on the glowing tip of his cigar, then asked.
"Are you all right?"
She felt her heart melt like ice in the middle of the desert. He was worried about her. Only that and already she longed to cry.
"Yes."
He pressed his lips together.
"I see. That's good."
She would have liked to add something but before she knew it, Gariod was behind her and, slipping his arms around her slender waist, held her passionately against him, making her understand the power of his desire with almost every word.
In fact, he rubbed himself against her voluptuously, running greedy hands all over her body. On this day, she opted again for a short beige dress with black outlines and light tennis shoes. She'd pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, making it easier for her lover to voraciously kiss the skin of her neck and throat.
And as Gariod poured a passionate shower of kisses down her cheeks and nape, Diria wondered if he could guess how much she'd missed him, and how happy she was to be with him. No, surely not. Because he probably didn't feel the same way she did.
After all, she'd given herself to him on the second day, and again because of circumstances.
She knew she'd been wrong, in a way, especially for a first time; she should have waited to get to know each other better before taking that irreversible step. However, she had the strange, unchangeable intuition that if she'd refused him, she'd never have seen him again, and that, in time, would have become the most unbearable of her wounds.
He had saved her life, and she knew it had hurt him physically to do so. She would never forget him. She'd never forget him.
She turned in his arms and they kissed naturally.
The kiss was tender and light at first, but that soon changed, grew stronger.
It was as if they were drinking from each other's mouths.
It was delicious and suffocating. Diria had to pull away to catch her breath. It had become a habit.
But he didn't leave her free for long, already pressing her against him to take her mouth again, but this time the young woman added her fantasy by placing her hand on the bulge in his pants and massaging it with an expertise she'd never thought herself capable of.
"I'm going to make you come," she whispered against his mouth.
"You won't make it with one hand."
"Who said I was going to do it with one hand." she retorted, a playful smile on already swollen wet lips.
The sound Gariod made, made her heart tremble, but she wouldn't back down.
"I promised you a reward yesterday if you never let me fall asleep coming to you. And you didn't."
Gariod ran his tongue over his lips like a wolf on the prowl as he regarded his mistress with crinkled eyes, shining like precious stones.
"And if I asked you to make me cum in my beast form."
At these words, Diria recoiled in spite of herself with an irrepressible gasp of surprise.
Her breathing became jerky as she shook her head in unwavering rebuttal.
Garios continued to stare before sneering.
"Don't worry. I was only joking."
She doubted it. He seemed so serious or was he testing her? She was unable to understand him and it troubled her a lot.
"Now," and he took her by the hand to guide her to the only chair in this near-infinite golden place. "Give me the promised reward."
He sat down on the wooden chair, chambers apart, elbows resting nonchalantly on the backrest, head tilted slightly to observe his debtor.
The latter, standing in front of him, pursed her lips before kneeling in front of him and stretching out her hands to place them on the lump that seemed to have grown even larger.
She was ready, for she'd been taking lessons, and had been practicing in front of her mirror with an enormous cucumber that still wasn't the size of her lover's.
She caressed it, massaging it through the fabric of his pants before lowering them so that she could take it out of its cage and let it stand in the open air under this magical golden rain.
He was even more enormous than she remembered.
"And to think I'm still alive after being pierced by you, Majesty," the young woman couldn't help but remark, much to the amusement of her lover, who chuckled.
"Worse, my darling, you loved."
"Yes. Oh yes!"
She swallowed her saliva.
"And I suppose I'll like having you in my mouth too."
He couldn't help but chuckle again.
"Only yesterday you became a woman and you've already become a carnivore."
Diria didn't reply. She studied the erect flesh before taking him gently in the palms of her hand, then applied a sensual caress from the top to the edge of the bursae.
Then she leaned over to place a kiss on the top, caressed it with her thumb before licking the rim as he did her nipples, and sucked lightly, applying her tongue to it.
She didn't need to look up to know his reactions, his body was saying it for him as well as his muffled sounds of pleasure.
He sweated and his sex, now in her mouth, exhaled a male scent as well as drops of particularly salty sweat.