I allowed my lips to brush against hers, the smooth fullness of her mouth sending a tingle through mine. Veronica exhaled, longing and desire in her breath.
Our lips pressed together as she fiercely kissed me. I put my hand to the side of her neck, supporting her head, my fingers caressing her soft, fine hair.
Her mouth opened wider, and our tongues met, exploring the sensitive regions of each other’s mouths. We both inhaled through our noses simultaneously, unwilling to break the kiss to draw breath.
At length, I broke the contact with her mouth and moved to kiss her neck. She raised her chin, exposing the graceful curve of her throat. She let out a soft moan as I kissed her neck, her shoulders, then the swell of her cleavage.
She reached her long slender fingers up to the collar of her gown, pulling the thin blue fabric away. She pulled it off her shoulders and down below her breasts, which shone in the moonlight coming through my window. She wasn’t wearing the leather garment she’d had on earlier. She’d come prepared.
She smiled shyly at me and let out a gasp as I cupped her breasts in my hands. I kissed their full round surface, one after the other, and allowed my tongue to play around her light brown nipples. She moaned again, louder this time.
Holding Veronica’s back near the waist with my left hand, I slid my right hand down to her thigh, stroking the smooth firm flesh through the thin fabric of the gown, which gave way to lace, barely concealing her sex.
Veronica moaned again, louder. She put her hand on my shoulder. “William, wait.”
I looked up at her. “You don’t want to continue?”
“I do.” She was panting slightly, her eyes wide with desire. “But what if the others hear us?”
“You’re right,” I said. “The walls are quite thin in the tavern, only made of wood. They can probably hear us already.”
Veronica reddened slightly and put her hand to her mouth. “What will they think of us? How will I be able to face them tomorrow?”
“Well, I don’t think you need to worry about Jacques. He’s not going to be bothered by a bit of noise; it’d probably just bring back fond memories of a time when he could engage in such pastimes himself.”
Veronica smiled at this.
“And you certainly needn’t worry about the Mistress,” I continued. “She’s probably enjoying listening in.”
Veronica chuckled, but this time her cheeks went a bit redder. “And what about Amelia? What would she think? I don’t want to ruin your relationship with her, and I’m coming to value her friendship myself.”
“Don’t let that concern you,” I said. “Amelia already gave me her blessing for us to do this.”
“She did?” Veronica’s eyes widened in shock. “Why would she do that?”
“Amelia is open to this possibility; she’s not jealous.”
“How is that possible? What would make her be all right with such a thing?”
“We have a theory.” I lowered my voice, almost conspiratorially. “As I explained to you, I acquired my second affinity, Cold, right after I had sex with Amelia for the first time.”
“I remember you saying that. . . ” Veronica’s brow furrowed.
“I believe that’s how I can acquire new elemental affinities as an Ink Mage. By sleeping with women who have those affinities.”
“You mean …” Veronica’s mouth parted as she paused in thought.
“You might be able to give me the Lightning affinity.”
“Oh.” Veronica’s voice was hushed, and a look of awe was on her face. “I would love to be able to do that for you. That would be a fitting way to say thank you for giving me the tattoo.”
I leaned in to kiss Veronica, but she put a finger on my lips, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “I think we’ve done enough of that.”
Veronica stood up next to the bed and pulled the blue gown all the way over her head, casting it onto the bed beside us.
The perfection of her olive skin was fully revealed in the moonlight, every shapely curve of her perfect body gleaming. Against the wooden wall, I could see the faint reflection of her tattoo glowing. A small amount of her Mana must have been flowing into the tattoo as a result of her physical excitement.
I looked down and saw that my own tattoos were glowing as well. I couldn’t tell what purpose there would be for the tattoos to glow when we were having sex, but it was atmospheric at least.
Veronica turned to face the bed and bent over, placing her elbows on the bed cover and spreading her legs, presenting her sex to me. “I want you inside of me,” she panted.
I was happy to oblige. Just the sight of her luscious thighs and the moist lips of her entrance was enough to make me grow rock hard.
Taking her curving buttocks between my hands, I slid my member against the slick surface of her already wet labia. Veronica moaned, loudly this time, her concern about others hearing us evidently forgotten.
I parted her entrance with my swollen head and gently pushed forward. The walls of her tunnel squeezed against my cock, and I had to slip in and out several times before I could push all the way inside her.
As I began to slide in and out, our bodies slapped noisily against each other, mingling with the sound of Veronica’s cries and the creaking of the wooden floor to create a cacophony of passion.
The light glowing from the sprawl of lightning drawn on Veronica’s back glowed brighter as we both approached climax. Our pants and cries grew louder, and I felt a wave of pleasure rushing toward me.
I kept thrusting, faster, our hips grinding against each other. Veronica’s breath came in gasps. Then it happened. With a burst of light from our tattoos, we both climaxed together, and the wave of pleasure washed over me, as I emptied myself inside her.
Veronica’s head was thrown back, her hair wild across the pillow as she bucked against me. I could
