by Red Garnier
“Kavi, fuck me.”
Kavi could barely hear her through the blood gushing in his head.
“Fuck me! Fuck me now, I want you, I need you.”
Kavi straightened on his knees, the backs of her thighs caressing the fronts of his, an arm tightly wrapped around her waist as he rubbed his dick against her. His cock pulsed, brushed her pussy, seeking her entrance, slippery with moisture. She was warm and sweaty under him. All woman. All his.
“Liana,” he said as he tightened his hold around her waist and pressed a wet kiss to her shoulder. He moved back, pressed the taut tip of his cock to the tight entrance of her ass, his flesh sweaty already, muscles shaking from restraint.
“Here,” he said as he used one hand to gather her thick juices and smear them around the small hole. “I want to fuck you here. And claim this spot as my own.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, please. Now, Kavi.”
Just knowing he’d be inside her ass, that tiny hole opening around him, almost sent him into orgasm. A choked sound tore from him as he resumed position, closed his eyes and tried to gently press into her. She stiffened, inhaling sharply when the swollen crown entered her.
Kavi closed his eyes, drops of sweat clinging to his forehead, their bodies so hot where they joined that they could’ve sent off smoke. “You feel so good,” he whispered as he delved in deeper, gaining another inch. He gritted his teeth to keep from taking a full plunge. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes, but…it gives me pleasure.”
“Liana, you are so tight. You are—”
“Sink it inside me. Sink it hard!”
“I want to—”
“Please! Fuck me, please.”
Kavi rammed into her with a sharp gasp, then slipped his hand down to her pussy and pummeled his finger inside, her sheath swallowing it whole.
He lost every ounce of control, that prideful discipline he’d held on to his whole life. He fucked her fast, mindless with lust, his eyes falling on that colored map and the sheen of sweat coating it. It moved as her body moved under him, moved as he fucked her. His cock pounded deep, hard into her tiny ass, having never encountered anything as scorching or tight. Her pussy was so swollen, he slipped not one but two fingers inside her, digging them in as deep as he could, then twisting them so that her cries came forth in the same frantic frequency as his thrusts. The tension built to a crescendo, until they held their breaths, frozen for a moment as they reached it. Until their bodies shook, spasmed, convulsed without restraint. They both spiraled together, glorying in that tornado, until they fell limp on the bed, legs and arms entangled.
And in that position, their bodies touching everywhere, they slept.
* * * * *
Sunlight stole through the gauzy drapes hours later. Liana didn’t know how long they’d slept, but she would have definitely wanted more of it. Instead they were awakened by voices outside, coming closer.
Then a figure stepped into the bedroom, cloaked in shimmering silver satin, her long blonde hair—much like Liana’s—tumbling loose past her shoulders. Her face was oval, her features dainty and feminine, with hardly a trace of age on her flawless, fair skin.
Startled by her brazenness, Liana pulled the sheets up to her chin as Kavi sat up groggily. “What are you doing here?” Liana asked, breathless in her shock.
The woman paused, nonplussed. “I apologize. I could not wait—I was eager to see you.”
“Who are you?” Kavi demanded, off the bed already, snatching his breeches and gifting the room with a peek at his muscled buttocks.
Intent on dressing herself, Liana hopped out of the bed and shoved her legs into her dress as Kavi turned to face the stranger. “Who are you?” he repeated, crossing his arms and leaning back on his heels.
Behind the woman, an elegantly dressed, bald-headed male stepped forward with a curt nod. “She be Magdala, Elder Counselor of Amatista.”
Magdala’s hand shot out and waved him away as she turned her attention back to Liana. “I am the one who sent you for the Fohers,” she said.
Looking into her eyes, Liana had an eerie sensation, as if she were looking at her own reflection.
“You’re the one who…” Liana shook her head, sudden anger welling up inside her. She turned quickly and lifted her dress, gathering the material up to her shoulders and exposing her backside.
Exposing the map—the source of so much of her pain.
She glared over her shoulder at the woman. “You did this to me?”
If she’d expected a reaction, she got none. Liana pursed her lips when all she heard was silence. Indeed. That woman had seen her back before.
“Turn around, child,” Magdala said, and when Liana cautiously did, she began to explain. “The goddess’s mark is on your back. Amaya asked for a sacrifice, asked us to give up what was most pure and treasured to our city, else she’d not forgive the Fohers for their ambitions—so we sent you. Liana. Datta su Magdala.”
Liana frowned in confusion then shook her head again. “I don’t understand. Was I born here then? How did I end up on Earth?”
“For years we perished. The Fohers are our strength, and with so many gone we grew weak, for the balance of strength and intelligence was precariously tilted. For seventy years we offered sacrifices but the goddess would not take them, she would not forgive the sins of our kin. Until you, Liana.” Her smile held tenderness, glowing up to her eyes. “The goddess was pleased with you, and you were sent in the arms of an elder in search of the Fohers, but we did not know the true intentions of his heart—or at least…I did not know his heart, even when other counselors warned me.”
Magdala’s ageless face darkened, as if she were remembering a dark epoch she’d rather forget. “He was human, like me, but he did not mean to bring the Fohers back. He intended to rule Amatista, and with the Fohers here, he could not. So he took the technology we provided for his search and took you to Earth instead, so that no Foher would ever find the map. When he came back to Oriana, he claimed you had perished. But I knew—I knew you had not. His lies were in his eyes, and the counselors banished him from the city.”
She shook her head, lips thinning in distaste as she continued. “Still, I was a fool, and I wanted to redeem him, to redeem a man…I had cared for.” Snorting in disgust, she continued, “He had impregnated a woman while on Earth. He went back after his banishment but died before his child was born. So I beseeched the goddess again, pleaded with her to grant me one bit of magic to right so many wrongs. She granted my request. So I appeared in his son’s dreams, once he was old enough to understand. I urged this child to right the wrongs of his father—bade him to bring you back to Oriana—to find the Fohers and return them home.”
“This…this man was Lyle?” Liana asked.
“Yes. But greed again turned another human against us, and when sent to fetch you, he instead tried to take Amatista for himself, like his father who betrayed us.”
Liana was loathing the direction things were taking, and though her belly churned and her heart constricted, she still had to ask, “Was this man…this traitor…what was he to me?”
Magdala’s gaze softened. Her head tilted sideways, as if that could diminish the blow her words caused. “He was your father.”
Liana reeled from the news, a hand flying up to her chest as she inhaled sharply. Oh Lord. Her father! Somehow Liana had always imagined her father as a hero, a man of goodwill, honor and integrity. And now all she’d ever wanted to know, she realized might had been best kept in the dark.
With a tender smile, Magdala stepped forward, stretching her hand out, palm up to her. “It is better you know,” she said, as if she’d read her thoughts. “And you, Fallon’s daughter—you have redeemed him by your kind, selfless act. He will be forgiven by the goddess. Now tell me.” Her hand clutched Liana’s, and although delicate, her grip was strong. “Anything you want, you will have it. Everything will be yours, datta su Magdala.”
“I only want a home�
�and to be with Kavi.”
Magdala smiled as though the words gave her pleasure. “Liana,” she said in a breathy murmur. Her eyes shone as she pulled her into her arms for an intimate embrace. “Sumi datta.”
Liana felt tears well in her eyes. Magdala’s tone of voice was as beautiful as the wind chimes she’d heard on the streets. Liana had never been held in such a gentle, comforting embrace, and when she drew back, her legs were near folding. As she stepped back, she was grateful when Kavi came to stand by her side, and she quickly slipped a hand under his arm, turning to lean against him.
“Liana,” Kavi said as he tilted her face up to his. “Do you know what datta means?”
Liana frowned, shaking her head. “No. What is it?” she asked, noting the lights dancing in Kavi’s eyes, and the curling ends of his lips.
“What do you think it means?” he prodded.
Something whirled inside her stomach at the way he asked. She felt an inner glow, like the recognition of something important.
“It means daughter,” he told her. “You found your mother, Liana.”
“My mother?” Turning on stiffened legs, she stared at the woman before her with new eyes, watching her nod tearfully. That beautiful, kind-spoken woman with such brilliant eyes and a soft, tender smile…was her mother?
Kavi kissed her temple, gently pushing her frozen legs forward, urging her toward Magdala. “Go to her.”
Magdala watched her come forward slowly, her eyes brimming with tears while she gifted Liana with a tremulous smile—a smile only a mother could give her child after having lost her for years.
“Yes, Liana. I am your mother,” she said tearfully. “And this…” Slowly, like a butterfly spreading its wings, she spread her arms open, as if she could encompass the whole world between them. “This is your true home, Liana. Your home is Amatista.”
The End
About the Author
Red Garnier is a multi-published erotic romance author. She’s also a happy wife and proud mother of two little handfuls. Writing has been her passion since she read her first romance novel at the age of fourteen. Red loves a good laugh, a good cry, but most of all, she loves a good romance. She’s thrilled to be able to share her very own stories with others, and hopes you will enjoy reading them as much as she does writing them.
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