Sehra's Honor
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She splayed her hands against the hard plates of his chest and sent a clear image of what she wanted from him.
His eyes darkened with desire. “Now that you are mine,” he rumbled, “there are some things I want to do to you.”
She saw the images flash through his mind’s screen and felt her clit swell with need. “You are my True Mate,” she said, without hesitation. There was a wicked gleam in her eyes as she added, “Do with me as you wish. As long as I can have my way with you in return.”
He gathered her in his arms and leapt from the boulder, landing softly on the ground. He turned her around so her buttocks sandwiched his cock and pressed her hands against a thick, rough-barked tree.
“Move those hands and you get a swat on your ass. And I’m not going to be nice about it.”
A chill raced up Sehra’s spine. “Really.”
“Try me.” He spread her legs with his knee and reached down to slide a finger from the tip of her slit, over the hard nub of her clit and across the wetness of her aching channel.
Sehra let out a soft moan as he nipped at the skin on the side of her neck, nibbling his way down to her shoulder. He reached around to squeeze and pull at the nipple of one breast as his cock slipped between the mounds of her ass.
Sehra felt him hardening between the cheeks of her ass and her legs trembled.
“I want you inside me,” she rasped.
He ignored her. He brought his other hand around to stroke her clit with feather-soft touches.
“Harder, please,” she begged, squirming against him.
He stroked his cock up and down between her ass cheeks as she coated his fingers with her honey. “Not yet, baby,” he said.
Sehra thought she was going to die if he didn’t fill her throbbing pussy with his cock. Her legs felt as if they were made of soft dough.
“Move your hands and I swat your ass,” he repeated, never missing a stroke on her clit. His other hand had moved onto the other nipple.
Her hands were sweaty against the bark of the tree, but she held on.
He knelt on the ground between her legs, sliding his hands down so that one large hand was splayed against her belly and the other trailed down to the rounded slope of her ass. He slipped his tongue into the folds of her labia and she threw back her head in a moan.
He spread her cheeks with the fingers of his hand and found the tight hole of her ass.
She drew in a sharp breath, gripping the trunk of the tree with everything she had.
His pressed his thumb against the tight bloom of her ass, gently probing and caressing the hole. He grabbed her clit between his lips at the same moment that his thumb slipped in.
She almost screamed but bit it back and whimpered instead. She was losing her grip on the tree, her hands shifting ever so slightly against the tree trunk.
Rawa stopped everything as she snapped herself back. He pulled away and stood up. “I told you not to move,” he said quietly.
“My hands…” she panted, “I couldn’t—”
He smacked her ass before she could finish the sentence.
She yelped and jerked forward, but he kept his hand against her, caressing the spot where his hand had left a warm, stinging sensation.
She felt his breath as he leaned into her ear from behind. “I said…don’t move.”
She turned to look at him. “I just—”
Again, his hand connected with the soft, round flesh of her ass, harder this time.
She screamed, her breasts bouncing softly with the impact.
Again, he caressed the sting away. “I can do this all night.”
Sehra launched into his thoughts. His mind was a fog of need and desire. Spanking her was turning him on almost to the point of explosion, but he was reining it in. She could see that it was taking a titanic effort to hold himself back from plunging his heavy cock into her.
Her pussy flooded with hot cream. “Yes,” she gasped. “Fuck me all night, Rawa.”
With that, he placed his hands firmly on her hips and rammed into her.
She cried out as he pulled her back from the tree, never breaking their connection, and maneuvered them both onto the ground. He was on his knees behind her and had pushed her down so she was on all fours in front of him.
He reached around to tease the nipple of one breast before pulling himself out slowly until just the tip of his cock was inside then slammed into her again.
Sehra didn’t know where she ended and he began. She was in a world where there were no forms, just thoughts, sensations, wildly surging emotions. She moaned as her pussy took him in, swallowing his entire length.
He pounded against her, reaching one hand around to stoke and tweak her swollen clit. She felt his soft sac slapping against her ass, where the imprint of his hand no doubt lingered. Her breasts swung as he pounded a primal rhythm into her, claiming her as his in the way intended by the Ancients.
She screamed when her orgasm tore through her, nearly ripping her in half as her entire body convulsed with the spasms of pleasure.
Rawa slammed into her one more time and then pulled her up against his chest as he came, pumping hot seed into the warm embrace of her wima.
* * * * *
Rawa scanned the grounds of his pride until he saw Sehra. They were a small pride right now—with Inuku bringing a mate and another Independent joining, but their numbers would grow. He looked at her swollen belly and ached to wrap his arms around her.
She turned around to where he stood, on the peak where their solid and secure den was built. She would always know where he was. He knew and accepted this as fact. She would always be by his side, even if he could not be by hers. But they were bound now, not just by their love, but with their vows.
Her thoughts were bound to his, as well. But she was becoming far more skilled in using her ability. She knew how to step away and honor his privacy now. Yes, she lost control every now and then when she became emotional, which seemed more often now that her time was nearing, but her gift had blossomed into a powerful one. Each day, he was impressed with what she knew. The foresight and insight with which she helped him navigate their pride in these territories.
He headed to the waterfall to bathe before the summer solstice honorings were to begin. They would not be as vast and grand as she was used to, but they would be their first as a pride. And he knew that was enough.
He knew with certainty that it was all enough. The rest of it they would figure out along the way.
About the Author
Kama Spice has lived in the East and the West and merges both in all her stories. She discovered erotic romance when a cute boy slipped a novel into her locker at school. She was instantly hooked and began smuggling them home to savor the words and delight in the sensations they aroused.
In her twenties, as she was living many of the adventures she would later write about, she created a vivid fantasy life with chiseled, smart heroes and strong, feisty heroines—all of whom inevitably made it onto the pages of her crowded journals. Thinking there was no place for all that writing except within the quiet pages of her hidden journals, Kama pushed them into the back of her closet and focused instead on writing and publishing books in other genres.
Eventually, however, through connections with friends, rummaging online for more exciting reading and a little bit of serendipity, she found her way to the Ellora’s Cave site. *cue angels singing* Here, she reconnected with her love of all things romantic and all things naughty. Now she lives with her sexy and very funny husband and their children, and happily writes whatever pops into her head—knowing there are connoisseurs who will savor and delight in it as much as she did while writing it.
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