She took him deeper, inch by agonizing inch, her mouth working him with a rhythm that was slow and torturous and perfect. The carriage creaked around them, the wheels grinding over stones, the horses snorting in the night air.

All of it should have drowned out the wet sounds of her sucking, but Jake heard every single one, amplified by the darkness and the danger and the sheer impossibility of the moment.

Gran Rosalinda’s head bobbed in his lap, her silver hair catching the moonlight that streamed through the window. Her hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently, rolling them in her palm as she took him to the back of her throat and held him there. Jake’s breath came in short, sharp gasps. He bit his lower lip hard enough to taste copper.

She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of his cock, and looked up at him with eyes that were dark and wet and utterly unrepentant.

"Fuck me," she said, the words barely a whisper.

"Fuck me like the man you’ve become."

She moved then, shifting her weight, hiking up her skirts with a rustle of fabric that seemed to scream in the quiet. She straddled him, her knees finding the seat on either side of his hips, her cunt bare and slick against his thigh. She was wet. She had been wet this whole time.

Jake’s hands found her hips. Old instinct warred with new desire.

Her hand guided his cock to her entrance, and the head pressed against her folds, and the world narrowed to that single point of contact.

She sank down on him.

The sound she made was barely audible, a choked gasp that she swallowed behind her teeth. Jake felt her walls clench around him, hot and tight and impossibly wet and he had to clamp his jaw shut to keep from groaning aloud.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and urgency that consumed them both.

She began to move, a slow rocking motion that matched the sway of the carriage, her hands braced on his shoulders and her forehead pressed to his.

Outside, the escort riders talked in low voices. One of them laughed at something. The sound was close, too close, and Jake realized the Dragon Maidens were flanking the carriage on both sides.

Gran Rosalinda rode him in silence.

Her hips rolled in tight circles, grinding against him with each downward thrust, taking him deeper than he had any right to be. Her breath came in hot pants against his cheek, her teeth grazing his earlobe as she fought to keep quiet.

Jake’s hands slid up her back, feeling the curve of her spine through her dress and the flutter of her heartbeat against his palms.

And he had never wanted anything more.

He thrust up into her, meeting her rhythm, and she bit down on his shoulder to stifle a moan. The pain was sharp and perfect, grounding him in the reality of the moment. Her cunt clenched around him, fluttering and pulsing and he knew she was close.

Her hand found his mouth, pressing against his lips, and he understood.

He sucked two of her fingers into his mouth as she came, her body shuddering against his, her hips grinding down in a final desperate motion that sent waves of pleasure through both of them. He followed a heartbeat later, spilling into her with a groan that she swallowed with her mouth on his, kissing him deep and messy and full of salt and spit and something that might have been love.

They stayed like that for a long moment, tangled together in the dark, the carriage rolling on beneath them.

Gran Rosalinda pulled back first. She adjusted her skirts with the same matter-of-fact efficiency she’d used to unbuckle his trousers. She settled back against his side, her head finding its place on his shoulder, her hand resting on his chest.

"I’m happy now," she said softly, her voice thick with sleep and satisfaction.

"Seeing you like this. Going home to where you belong. Becoming what you were always meant to be." Her eyes closed.

"I’m happy I got to see it."

Jake sat very still, his cock still wet and softening against his thigh.

The carriage rolled on through the valley as the light went orange and then purple and then dark. Gran Rosalinda’s breathing evened out.

Jake grinned as he wasn’t finished with her.

The carriage continued its steady rhythm along the valley road, wheels grinding over stones as full night settled over the hills. Gran Rosalinda lay curled against Jake’s side, her breathing soft and sated, silver hair spilling across his chest.

But Jake’s blood was still hot. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The taste of her, the feel of her clenching around him moments ago, had only sharpened his hunger.

His hand slid down her back, gripping her hip possessively.

"Granny," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

"On your knees."

She lifted her head, eyes still heavy-lidded but sharpening with that clever spark.

"Again? You really are insatiable, boy."

The word "boy" was half-teasing now, but Jake didn’t let it slide. He tangled his fingers in her silver braid and guided her down firmly between his spread thighs.

"Open your mouth, Grandma!"

Gran Rosalinda’s lips parted obediently, but her eyes held a defiant glint. She took him in slowly at first, tongue swirling around the head of his cock, still slick from their earlier joining. Jake groaned softly, hips twitching as she sank lower, taking more of him into the wet heat of her mouth. Her hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently while her head began to bob with practiced rhythm.

"Deeper," he commanded, pushing her head down until her nose brushed his pelvis.

She gagged once, throat tightening around him, but didn’t pull away. Saliva dripped down her chin as she sucked him with filthy, wet sounds that filled the carriage.

Jake put his hands around the back of her head and started fucking her mouth in shallow thrusts, one hand fisted in her hair, the other bracing against the seat.