Sean did as asked and found them warm, but no overly so and returned to get some sleep. Brooke stayed up and a few minutes later Cage woke, but rent right back to sleep after she gave him a deep kiss for making such wonderful creations.
Songbirds roused Cage first as the morning came alive. Brooke pressed her naked form against him and the growing pressure in his pants began to get uncomfortable. She was just so beautiful and irresistible that he found his longings to fill her harder with every passing moment. But he relaxed and watched her sleep peacefully while her arm and leg draped over him. Not a care in the world seemed to bother or upset her in any way. He still found it so amazing such a woman wanted him. She and Meeka weren’t anything like the women he knew or ever had before. They were truly the rarest of all treasures. Very gently, he began to caress her silky back and even in her sleep she reacted as if his touch were the best things she enjoyed in life and he kept doing it. Even touching her made his body feel electrified, like drinking five cups of pure caffeine.
Over by the fire laid Sean as he somehow claimed Frill as his sleeping partner during the night. Megdline though was awake as she quietly wrote another report. The horses were still tied to a tree and were grazing on the lush grass.
Because time is always against them, Cage had to unfortunately wake Brooke up. To do it he used a hand to reach down and brush her cheek with a knuckle. He whispered “Time to get up.” Instead, she snuggled closer. Figured as much. This time he began teasing her breasts until the nipples pearled and he pinched one just enough to snap her awake. Her eyes shot open at being roused in such a way and she looked down at herself to feel the gnawing hunger take control. Brooke looked around to realize that Megdline didn’t hear or notice anything and whispered “That is it. Come with me. We need to talk.” Brooke slowly stood and said “Megdline, Cage and I need to discuss something in private. We will be back soon.” The sorceress nodded without looking from her report.
Curiosity got the better of him as he got up to follow Brooke away from camp and into the heavily wooded area. Brooke stopped after two hundred yards or so, where they were hidden and isolated as she firmly sat her eyes on Cage. He asked “What is the problem? Did I upset you?”
“No, but I hope Meeka will forgive me.” She said.
“For what?” He wondered without understanding the context in the words.
“For this.” Brooke came closer and wrapped her arms around Cage’s neck and gripped his thick brown hair and pulled his lips down upon hers. He could sense her need mounting and his responded. Her tongue coaxed his lips to part so theirs could touch. Her heart pounded in her chest as her breasts became more sensitive, rubbing her hard nipples against his firm chest. She pulled away when she wanted more. Her flower swelled in anticipation while kissing his chest. She slowly kept going lower and he felt her hands unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. A firm tug dropped them to the ground and Brooke smiled as his lance was rigid and stood straight. Cage gasped as she took him in her mouth and stroked him with both hands at the same time. The firmness doubled and Brooke said “I cannot hold myself anymore.” She then jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist, grabbed his lance and inserted the tip into her flower. Cage grabbed her firm posterior and held her as her body had a strong spasm when the head was taken inside. She bit her lip and wrapped her arms around his head and pushed his face in her breasts in offering. “Cage, slam into me, fill me fully. Let me claim you!” In response to his own primal needs he slightly lifted her up and as she went down with gravity he thrust upwards. Brooke cried out, unable to hold it in as he impaled her on a lance that reached from her elbow to wrist with a thickness of her wrist. Her body shook uncontrollably with an orgasm she so longed for. “Great spirits!” she said as he held her still, sheathing himself fully. “Do not stop love…” She panted. “Satisfy me so I can be myself again.”
“Better hold on then.” He kissed her and held her still as he slid almost all the way out before sliding smoothly back in one long move. He went slow at first, allowing her to stretch before pumping as fast as she cried out in orgasmic relief. After a minute of mind exploding pleasure, he pushed her smooth back against a tree and pinned her there to do it again. By the way she moved her hips, she wanted more. Cage pulled out and had her bend over. When she did, her eyes bulged as he pushed inside to make her see stars from the pleasure-pain. She couldn’t stop from telling the spirits the release he gave her. His need soon became more urgent and shorter of thrust and it made her quake from head to toe. When her orgasm began milking his lance, he felt a rush and pushed himself fully inside and grunted as his useless seed spilled deep within. He skillfully managed to turn her around while still keeping himself inside and picked her up as he sat down.
Brooke’s hips bucked on their own as he stayed inside her stretched flower. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she put her head in the curve of his neck and began to cry. He held her to him and asked “I’m sorry for it hurting so much.”
“It is not that, Love.” Brooke said from his neck, unable to stare into his eyes. “I love this feeling, even if it is uncomfortable. It is a pain I will always want. You fill my void so much and I like how it feels, just having you inside like this.” She held tighter and cried some more. Cage could feel the tears on his shoulder. “I broke my promise to not mate while our woman was captive. I could not stop myself, no matter how hard I tried to. I thought the walk out here would cool my desire, but when you touched my breasts this morning I couldn’t think of anything else except this.” She put a hand over her belly. “Your lance is all my mind could think of and I’m conflicted because I have it within me, but Meeka… Oh how could I do this to my woman! I’m a horrible mate to do this to my woman who I love so much…” She cried again. “Cage, make me not think again, it hurts too much.” She leaned back and started bouncing to make her body take over.
Instead, Cage wrapped his arms securely around her like two steel bands. Her body crashed into his and held her still. “No, Brooke, the pain in your heart will be worse if you do it like this. Just relax and stay like this with me. Brooke, this was sex, not love. Our bodies had a need that has been neglected, nothing more. The release we just shared will make us more productive. Already, I feel I can take on the world. Yes, we will have to make it up to Meeka over and over again.” His arms relaxed and he looked into her tear-filled eyes. “You and I will make it up to her. Remember, we have many years ahead with which to do so.” His deeply understanding smile made her return one. She nodded.
“Let me keep you in me for a few more minutes. I so missed having you in me. This makes me happy.” Brooke said and watched him nod. She slid closer and felt him dig in deeper. “Oh my.” She said and shook at the delightful feeling having him inside made. She sat on him for a time before saying “We cannot linger. I want to make my mistake up to my woman soon. But I’m glad I felt this wonderful feeling again. I must have you promise to not play with my breasts or flower when I’m so vulnerable. I do not want to have another lapse in judgment, but I’m also surprised it hasn’t been sooner because it’s been many weeks since we’ve done this. I hope our journey doesn’t last long because I want to feel this again.” Brooke then slowly slid off his lance and had another minor quake of pleasure because of it. She stood up and found it marginally difficult, but not like the first time he mated her. Both she and Meeka could barely walk because of his amazing ministrations. Brooke picked up his pants and returned them. Cage slipped them on and grabbed her wrists. He then gave her a deep kiss that made them both swoon. He whispered “I love you, My Insatiable Brooke.”
“And I you, my Everlasting Cage.” She then kissed his firm, flat chest. “Thank you for fulfilling my need.”
On their way back, Cage heard “R-eel metter?” as Frill came in sight. “Did you tell Megdline?” Cage asked. Frill shook his head. “Roo, She rooonted meeow to sayyy fffreakfast is ready-ow. Mating isss besss in morrrning. Suchhh luxurrrrry will be-row impossible from nowrrr on
rhough.”
“I understand and thank you for your discretion.” Cage said.
Back at camp, the three found Sean dishing out some eggs and sausage links while Megdline ate. Sean looked over to say “Mother, Dad, where did you go?”
“Worried about us?” Brooke asked as she sat down beside him to give a hug.
“Maybe a little.” He admitted and quickly took a bite.
“Then to ease your worry, your father and I were discussing certain tribal matters, mainly what priorities I need to instill into our newfound child. Also I’m having him fix the metal of my tomahawks into Damascus steel, that he’s doing to your knife?”
“I am?” Cage asked and Brooke turned her head to smile at him, but it was her narrowed eyes that told him to go along with it or dangerous consequences will result. He swallowed a hot cup of pine needle tea before grinning back. “Right… I am.” Talk about cornering me. He thought and heard Megdline suppress a laugh with a cough. Even she understood what happened as a fellow woman making her man add another chore without a confrontation in front of a child.
Feeling better after a full night’s sleep and the workout Brooke partook of, Cage ate quickly and found it easy to remove the wooden handle of Sean’s knife and that of Brooke’s weapon. He placed all three pieces of metal and worked the magic to instantly tell which he worked and which Megdline worked. “Granny, have you ever worked metal before?”
“No, but I know the principal of what you desire the weapons to be.” She replied.
Shaking his head he said “I do thank you for ridding of the impurities, but I think your forgot to add a bit of carbon from the air.”
“Oh… Sorry about that. Smelting wasn’t really my forte. I never really tried, but how do you know how to work metal?” The sorceress asked the warlock.
“Back where I’m from, when I was first accepted into my unit…” He vaguely said so Sean wouldn’t understand, but the others clearly did. “We had a tradition to each forge a knife by our own two hands. I failed six times till I made a worthy knife.” He held up Sean’s bare blade. “I designed it just like my old one. This style is sturdy and efficient. I learned all there is about metal composition and traditional forging methods just to make my knife. I was still more lethal with my own to fists though.” He stopped talking and laid the three pieces next to each other on the bare dirt ground. Sean’s knife didn’t need to be restructured or needed carbon, just heat. The blade burned red hot and was left to cool. Megdline’s work was fair in her circular patterns, but a little carbon from the air and heat made it better. The final piece needed more work. He heated it to make the internal structure more pliable and easier to circulate the natural bands in the metal. Spots danced for a few moments afterwards.
“Dad, what is that growing on your back?” Sean asked. “They look kind of like vines.”
“You know how all mages have a mark to distinguish them?” Cage asked as he caught his breath. Sean nodded at Brooke’s side. “Well my mark is unique. I’m the only one on this world with this mark. It seems that my mark grows as a warning to everyone how much magic I’m using. The more loops I have the more magic I’m using or about to use.”
“You are the only one? Why is that. You make it sound as if you are alone.”
“He is, Child.” Megdline said carefully. “Your father is the last of a once powerful line of mages we thought were extinct. Because of this he has no kin. You must promise to never tell anyone about your father’s mark here in the empire. If word got around about your father’s mark, he would be in great danger.”
“So you all must be from Emroc. I wondered why you do not approve of slavery. I’ve heard Emroc and Vlara do not approve of it. I do not like it because I could easily become someone’s property, most orphans wind up like that.”
“Do you have a problem if we are from Emroc or Vlara?” Brooke asked.
Sean’s eyes widened at the implied threat. “Not at all, Mother. Slavers beat people horribly before ever selling them. I do not like to be beaten or see people beaten… at least those who do not deserve it. And you have my word I’ll not tell anyone that dad’s mark grows like vines. I find it amazing to look at.”
“Really? Why is that?” Cage asked as his vision sharpened.
“Because it makes you look more dangerous… in a good way. Men are supposed to look fearsome… Right, Mother?” Sean looked up at her and saw her surprise.
“Yes, men need to be fierce to protect their mates and tribe and so must women, but we must be sensual and have beauty when others look upon us.” She replied with a nod.
Sean looked back towards his new father with growing excitement. “If you are the last of your kin, like me, and have such a mark then you should not hide it. You should wear it like a general’s finest armor. Be proud that you are the last, Dad. Make others remember you again. If your people were forgotten, make them remember. It is a stunning mark to watch grow. With your arms and the mark, none will forget or mistake you.”
Megdline added “The boy’s words hold merit, Cage. From all I read of your people, they displayed their mark so none would mistake them. Men were always shirtless and women wore tops similar to what Brooke uses. They rarely wore armor, wanting to be challenged at any time. Remember, it is a warning to others that you are working magic.”
“So you are saying it would be better if I didn’t wear a shirt?” He asked.
It was Brooke who answered. “I know you want to stop slavery and sooner or later word is going to spread of who and what you are. It would go a long way towards making your position known that you abhor slavery and will not stand for it at all. So yes, my mate should not wear a shirt when it is not needed.”
“It’s settled. I’ll do it.” He said while standing. “Let’s get going, we have a lot of ground to cover.”
“Mother, what did you mean by what Dad is? Is he that different?” Sean asked as he washed the dishes in the pond.
She met Cage’s look and witnessed his nod. “Tonight, I will tell you about your father. Do not distract him for it seems he will have much to do and it will be up to me to teach you how to use a knife for a few days. But do not tell anyone I’m going to teach you this, it is not done in our tribe. Fathers teach sons the ways of combat and mothers their daughters. Promise me.”
“I promise.” Sean said.
Using a little magic, Cage lifted the hot metal while creating the gliding spell. Everyone else mounted and rode hard. While he skated and had his energy grow he would heat one piece of metal at a time as they hovered around him. By the end of the day he had heated each piece five times. But during the travel he had memorized the best routes and roads from the map General Corbin gave. Cage led the way and around the more well traveled roads. Soon they were in a more isolated, woodsy landscape.
They made camp and Cage felt exhausted, but Megdline had him finish transforming the half finished candle completely into flawless glass. He fought hard, but completed the draining task, but not without passing out again. Megdline sensed with her own magic he left not one molecule of wax behind. She held up the exquisite sculpture of pure glass. Everyone marveled at it. She wrote a quick letter and jumped it to Twilight while keeping the glass for herself.
As promised, Brooke gave Sean a few simple lessons on knife handling and how to avoid attacks. Sean showed promise and Brooke noticed he looked healthier with steady feedings. He had more energy and color in his skin. Unused to the physical requirements of combat, Sean tired quickly. Because of this, she called it a night on teaching more ways in which to inflict harm on another, which he had trouble accepting. And as promised, Brooke told Sean about his new father and everything she knew about the man she loved. Sean sat speechless and laughed as if she were joking, but from her, Megdline’s and Frill’s serious expressions he accepted such knowledge as best he could. He asked why he couldn’t eat meat and grimaced when his new mother explained.
This news kept him up much the night and Brooke wondered wha
t it was like for a boy of ten years to be so grown up and mature and realized if he didn’t grow up quick he would have been the prey instead of a hunter or a scavenger in the least. She didn’t like seeing a child live such a life and hoped to truly make him become the boy he so wanted to be instead of a small man.
Sean finally fell asleep thanks to Frill wanting attention. The petting of soft fur lulled the boy to a peaceful slumber.
To prevent what happened in the morning, Brooke made sure she still wore her leather strap. But she did feel much better today than she has in the past weeks and the lingering sensations of having him made her feel like a woman again and not a vengeful ghost focused on killing all in her way. She too slept comfortably while Megdline kept watch and would wake her for her turn.
Chapter 11
“How about this. One horse for three silver and four copper and my boat for the other. It is the best offer I can give. Our village is small and visitors are rare, Good Sir.” The older fisherman offered to Cage.
Cage spent a few minutes haggling and finally got a reasonable offer. “Deal.” They shook hands and Sean brought the horses over as the man handed Cage the coins. “Take good care of them.”
“Thank you, Sir. My grandchildren have been in need of a horse of their own and these are good, very tame by their looks.”
Megdline said down by the dock. “Cage, the boats are all in excellent condition. Which one did you trade for?”
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