He heard her Voice again, or a sound to be more accurate. A moan. Then he heard it again.
"Hey..." he began, not sure what to say, if the sound was one of pain or ... pleasure. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Noelis opened her eyes. Had she turned on the channel and inadvertently allowed the Voice in? Dread seized her. He shouldn't be able to hear her. She wasn't asleep. She froze, but Elarion wasn't having any of it. She had urged him, excited him and he wasn't stopping now. He had her on his lap and told her to spread her legs open.
"Stop... please... wait..." she said this out loud; the Voice had heard it too. He wasn't sure if she was speaking to him or someone else.
"Milde are you ok?" It was definitely him. Noelis was desperate to switch off the channel that linked the two. She wouldn't want anyone to witness her in such an intimate moment, and she certainly did not want her new friend, if you could call a Voice that, to hear her in her most vulnerable state. What she was going to go through with Elarion was a private affair.
Elarion heard her. Stop? Wait? Did she really want him to stop after she'd pushed him this far? Noelis had initiated things. She was clearly ready to share her Heat with him.
The hem of her dress slid up as he slipped his hand between her legs. He pulled on the flimsy undergarment and rubbed his fingers on her hot flesh. She gasped.
"Please...get out of my head. Please."
"What?" Elarion murmured, his fingers still working between her legs. Basking in the wetness that welcomed him to enter, he plunged his fingers inside her. Another gasp.
"All right, as you wish Milde. Sorry to disturb... your fun." The Voice disappeared. Noelis felt their shared channel shut off.
Noelis let out a sigh of relief. Elarion stopped and looked up at her. He saw that her thoughts were elsewhere.
"Focus," he said, and she did.
She felt two fingers slide inside her and with it, the release of her Heat. She tightened around the two fingers and Elarion met her gaze as he slowly drew them out before plunging in again with three. She groaned. His hands moved with rhythm and she felt as his hardness grew, pressing firmly on her back.
"Let's move to the bed chamber," he said, his voice now hoarse. She nodded, turning to put her arms around him, allowing him to carry her into the bed chamber.
He slammed the door shut after him and flung her onto the bed. His predatory eyes scanned her from top down and then up again. He threw off his tunic revealing a well-muscled torso and got onto the bed on his knees while he unbuttoned his trousers. This was the first time Noelis had looked at Elarion properly. She liked how his usually perfectly placed hair had become tousled. His flawless court demeanour, nowhere to be seen. Just the raw version of the handsome male he was. As raw as his thoughts and desires right now.
"Take off your dress." Seeing her fumble with the straps he grew impatient. He tugged at the neckline which ripped apart releasing her well shaped breasts. His mouth went straight for one while his hand went to the other. Noelis had her hands in his hair, her grip growing harder as he raised her Heat further.
She put one hand on his toned thighs and he briefly stopped, looking up at her. He took her hand and placed it on his length sliding it up and down. She lowered her gaze to look at the large shaft and let out a small gasp. He chuckled.
"I hope this pleases you as much as your body is pleasing me right now."
With that he moved his hand underneath her waist then down cupping the flesh of her backside.
As much as he was enjoying the feel of her hand on him he wanted more. He lifted her legs up and pulled back. Staring for a moment at the beautiful lower lips that presented themselves when he parted her legs. He briefly contemplated whether he wanted to eat her first or just fuck her and then eat her again later. He decided on the latter and plunged into her. Deep without preparing her.
Her eyes widened in shock but not displeasure. The sound that escaped her mouth excited him even more. He went in and out of her with precision and controlled speed. He enjoyed to see her upper body shake as he moved in and out. Wanting to see her at another angle he turned her body to the side, both legs together to one side as he continued, her lower lips now wet, allowing him to slide in and out with more ease. She tightened around him from time to time and it drove him wild. Eventually he flipped her over so that she was on all fours and he pounded, the moans proving to him that she was enjoying this almost as much as he was. When he could take it no longer, he moved with speed and ferocity using one hand to steady her body by the waist while the other was grounded on the bed.
*****
Hours had passed. Her Heat was brought down after the first time, but he craved more, and she allowed him to take her a few more times that evening. The bed looked as if some beast had ripped through it, perhaps an accurate reflection of what had happened the past few hours. He looked at the Tribute whom he had tried not to think about these past months. He had successfully avoided her, but now, he had to admit it. It was the best sex he'd ever had. Incomparable to what he had experienced with the other Tributes — or even with Bellatrice, though he would never admit it out loud.
Noelis. If Bellatrice was the kind of striking beauty that would leave people in awe, Noelis had a quiet beauty around her that made people smile, wanting to see more of her. Bellatrice was taller with bigger breasts and curves overall but Noelis had a nicely proportioned body that any man could appreciate. He swore. What was he doing comparing this woman to the love of his life? He swore again at the realisation that he was also just a male, guided by his hormones and his manhood when he let go of his self-control.
He forced his mind to face more serious matters. Now he had taken all the Tribute's Heat, there was work to be done. In the past few months, several things had shifted, and not in his favour.
Even before the new Tributes had arrived, the Shield had been weakening to the point that King Ardenne had been sending Tributes directly to the Shield where they could make physical contact to channel their Manna. This had been working well until one day all the Tributes sent there had disappeared except for one. That one Tribute was found dead at the foot of a waterfall.
News of this was strictly classified and reached Bellatrice's ears a few months after the new Tributes arrived. Her proposal was to send the new Tributes to the Shield once they all reached their Heat, a solution that was met with resistance but was now the only real hope.
Amidst all this, Elarion's brother had fallen sick. No one knew what it was but he was deemed unfit to remain next in line to the throne moving Elarion up to take that honoured place as immediate heir.
He took one last look at the girl, who was sound asleep before getting dressed and leaving the West Wing as swiftly as he had entered it.