by Jet Mykles
He dropped to his knees beside the bed, disregarding her panic as he scooped his hands between her thighs and under her lush buttocks. With a practiced move, he let his hair fall forward and flipped it slightly. Hair fell to obscure his face as locks of it pooled over her belly and waist. Distracted by the hair, she didn’t realize what he was about until his pointed tongue just touched her engorged clit.
A ragged groan rattled through her, her hips instantly rocking forward to slide her clit neatly between his sucking lips. His own groan settled into her pussy as he lapped at her juices. Rhae’s mercy, she tasted divine! Warm, salty, almost flowery, her nectar coated his lips and tongue. Reveling, he rubbed his chin over her fleshy lips. He dipped his tongue down to her channel, plunging inside before licking back up to torment her clit.
She groaned, writhing, and he left her sensitive little organ long enough to remind her, “Be still.” She froze again, and he grinned at the agony on her face as he again put his mouth to her sex. He knew very well it was impossible to stay still. But the struggle would make it all the hotter for her.
Screaming, she came around his tongue, her thighs thrashing against his cheeks. He held her firmly, opening his mouth over her sex so that his teeth pressed her clit, sending her right over the edge into another climax.
Suzana was blind. Her sight had gone the way of her voice. She could only moan as her body writhed incessantly beneath Krael’s assault. She had never felt so alive yet so helpless. Never so out of control.
She sighed in relief when he finally lowered her bottom to the blankets and released her cunt. But then he crawled up her body, carefully lowering himself so that his hips were fitted to hers.
Her eyes flew open, sight suddenly returning as she realized what was happening. This was it.
That blue gaze seared hers, barely contained behind heavy eyelids. “It will hurt, Suzana,” he promised, bending to kiss her forehead. Her own juices smeared her skin. “But it will also be worth it.”
“Please,” she squirmed, panic rising.
“Be still.” She instantly complied. What was it about this man that her body obeyed him before her mind realized the fact? “It’s been nothing but pleasure so far.”
She had to concede that fact. But still, as he shifted his weight and she felt a nudging at her entrance, she squirmed.
A hard smack on the side of her thigh froze her. And exhilarated her. To her own surprise, she felt another gush from herself moisten the head of his cock. He chuckled. “Relax, or it will hurt more.” His voice was dark, rich cream that oozed over her chest and sank into her heart.
Smoothly, he breached her opening. Now, that felt good! He forged forward an inch or so, then pulled mostly out. The heat of his cock felt wonderfully odd within her body.
“Scratch and scream all you need.” He pushed deeper. Retreated. She clutched at his shoulders, feeling the unfamiliar stretch of inner muscles. She hissed, trying to decide where this was supposed to hurt. Because it didn’t. It filled a void she’d only just realized was there.
“Now!” he grunted, yanking her hips to thrust even more deeply into her body.
There was the pain! She howled, nails digging into the tough skin of his shoulders. She kicked out feebly with her legs, her struggles ineffectual. He remained absolutely still until the first of the pain subsided; then he pulled out slowly. She whimpered, tears in her eyes. His lips caressed her forehead, nipping at the hair atop her head. The fingers of one hand slid from her hip to the side of her breast, toying lightly with it. She wondered at his actions, until he pushed back in. She tensed, ready for more pain, but was shocked when there was only a faded echo from before.
He took hold of her hands, pulled them out to the sides, and braced them to the bed with his own hands. He hovered above her, connected only by his cock within her, watching until she looked up at him.
Grinning, he pulled out and thrust back. She groaned. The pleasure she’d felt before was back, and deeper. He did it again, and she was sure he butted at the entrance of her womb. No, she changed her mind. He was nudging her heart!
Her eyes drifted closed as he found a rhythm. Her body followed suit with his, arching, twisting, clutching. Oh, yes, clutching! She concentrated on that. It still hurt some -- he was big, after all! -- but the pain wasn’t enough to detract from the pleasure. In fact, it might have been making it better!
He growled, and she opened her eyes to a glorious sight. Framed by that wonderful, shining hair, his face was contorted in sheer pleasure. His belly contracted as his hips worked. Looking down, she could even glimpse that onyx rod, wet with her cream, as it dipped in and out of her channel.
Too much!
“Ah!” she cried, riding the orgasm. She was beginning to recognize the sensation. That implosion deep inside that caused her entire body to tense and writhe.
Suzana lay limp in the pillows, trying desperately to catch her breath. Krael was poised above her, breathing deeply but not quite heavily. She peered up at him through a sweaty haze. While her long black locks were plastered to her damp skin, his ever-flowing white hair still drifted about them like a curtain. Rather than sweat, he was covered in a fine, glossy oil.
He smiled, a dark, possessive expression that curled her toes. She drew in a startled breath when he slowly pulled back his hips, withdrawing the cock that was still huge and hard within her. Her heart skipped a beat. Wasn’t there something missing? She knew the rudiments of sex, though her poor nurse’s explanations fell far short of what she’d just experienced. He was supposed to empty himself. In her nurse’s words, his “tool will spill its seed in you and get soft. Then you know he’s finished, and you’ve done your duty.”
What did it mean that he was still hard?
He stepped off the bed and padded across the room to a small door she had not noticed before. A short moment later, he returned with a bowl cradled in one hand, two thick, soft cloths in the other.
“Be still,” he told her when she would have moved aside as he sat.
He told her that a lot. Why did she like it? She’d never particularly enjoyed it when coming from her father and brothers. Why was it exciting when this man demanded it of her?
Calmly, ignoring the erection between his legs, Krael dipped a cloth into the water in the bowl and then very tenderly used the cloth to wipe moisture and blood from between her legs. She bit her lip, her heart expanding at the sweet gesture.
“You’re sore,” he declared, a statement rather than a question. “That’s normal.” He dropped the cloth he’d been using to the floor. Dipping the second into the water, he used it to wipe perspiration from her brow, her neck, her torso. She welcomed the coolness, as the room was toasty warm from the fire and their exertions.
She glanced at his cock, opened her mouth to ask, but stayed her words.
He noticed and smiled. “Yes?”
She looked up at him, instantly lost in the crystal-blue world of his gaze.
“Ask.” He discarded the second cloth and bent to place both cloth and bowl on the floor beside the bed.
“Did you ... finish?” she asked, unsure she’d used the correct words.
But he understood. Was amused. Leaning back, braced on one muscular arm, he idly traced his fingers over the shaft of his cock. “You mean did I come? No.”
Her eyes were riveted on the long organ, fascinated by the bunch and pull of loose skin, the domed head when it was revealed. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. It was your first time. I did all I could not to make it too painful for you. My concentration didn’t allow me release.”
“It was wonderful!” Sitting up on her knees, she winced only slightly at the soreness between her legs.
She felt her face mirroring the warmth in his smile. “I’m glad you were pleased.”
She glanced back at his cock. His big hand surrounded the gleaming shaft. She licked her lips. He chuckled. “Do you have more questions? Or ...” He leaned into her, breathing softly a
t her temple as she continued to stare at his cock. “... would you like to do it again?”
“I --” Her mind, just now awash with questions, cleared completely when a pearly drop of liquid seeped from the tiny hole at the end of his shaft. She could not have said why the sight arrested her, but it did.
He released his cock and reached over his body to grasp her hand. She watched in wonder as he folded her fingers around his hot organ, amazed that something she couldn’t even encompass with her fingers had actually fit within an opening of her body. And said opening, while admittedly sore, pulsed with a need to be filled once again.
“You’re mine to teach over our days together,” he purred, freeing his braced arm so he could use it to cuddle her closer to his side. She laid her cheek on the broad muscle of his shoulder, her eyes still fixed on their hands as his led hers up and down the length of his cock. “We’ll find out all the things you enjoy. All the things that will make you come.”
“Come?”
“That explosion of feeling you felt.” He dipped his head to nuzzle her ear. “Four or five times, if I counted correctly.”
She giggled, smoothing her thumb over the head of his cock to smear the liquid. His purr made her squirm. “Is it always that way?”
“No. I’m told some women have difficulty coming. Rarely with one of us, though.”
“‘Us’?”
“A raedjour.”
“Oh. Is it because of your goddess?”
“Yes.”
Impulsively, she squeezed, gratified to cause a shudder to race through his body. He groaned. His hand left hers, and she paused. “Keep doing that, Suzana,” he demanded softly, his hands now burrowing in her hair to turn her lips to his.
Assaulted by his kiss, she could barely remember her name, let alone how to move her hand. But he pulled back and again demanded, “Don’t stop.” Obedient, she squeezed, and he groaned. The sign that she pleased him encouraged her. She caressed his shaft as he again plundered her mouth, his long tongue twining with hers, coaxing her tongue to foray into his mouth, as well.
At length, with a growl, he pulled from her. He grasped her hips and bodily swung her up and around until he dropped her across his lap, her legs to either side of his. He was so big that her knees didn’t even touch the blankets on which he sat. Scowling in need, he placed one big hand across her buttocks and slid her forward until her hips were locked to his, her open sex caressing the shaft she’d been forced to release. She moaned, instinctively rocking her hips to bring his hardness in contact with that little nub of nerves he’d found with his mouth earlier.
“That’s it.” He took possession of her mouth again, fisting a hand in the hair at her nape while sliding the other down her back to grip her buttocks.
They came up for air, barely. The only distance he’d allow between their mouths was hardly enough for air to escape their panting lungs. The hand left her hair to grip her hips. Again he lifted her bodily “Suzana, reach down and guide me inside you.”
Shuddering, she braced one hand on his shoulder, then obeyed. His cock was wet with both her juices and his own. As he lifted her, she placed him. He let her slip down just enough to lodge him snugly inside her.
“Grip me with your thighs and take as much as you’re able.”
Biting her lip, she nodded, concentrating on the sweet ache as he filled her. She reached her limit at last, sure she could feel him bumping at her heart.
“Lean back and brace your hands on my legs.”
She did. Bent back, the position gave him better ability to control how far down she went. She let him have her weight, sighing as he lifted and lowered her on another forever slide.
“Ah!” She gripped him with her thighs, which tightened her channel around him. Both of them cried out at the added friction.
“Ride me, Suzana.”
Shyly, she rocked her hips. Oh, that felt so good! She shut her eyes, throwing her head back, and did her best to move. Awkward at first, she finally got the rhythm. Rolling her hips with his help, she found places to aim his cock that felt positively exquisite!
Holding her to make sure she didn’t hurt herself, Krael nonetheless let her weight bring her down farther than before. How did such a little woman take so much?!
All of her curves were sleek with sweat, her body completely open to him as she leaned back. Her luscious breasts bobbed to her rhythm; her long hair caressed his thighs and calves. The ass in his hands flexed, helping those muscles inside her squeeze the life out of his cock. And the trust! That was the most amazing part. Her instant obedience and open trust were not lost on Krael.
He felt her impending orgasm and knew he had to let himself go this time. She likely wouldn’t make it through another. He pumped up her rhythm, adding a roll from his own hips. She stiffened. Screamed. Nails dug into his thighs. Pulsing lust washed over him. He followed her over the abyss and lost himself in her sweet, warm depths.
Chapter Eight
“... no sooner had Dreidon said ‘Well, naturally I’m in charge,’ than Salin walks in. Only Dreidon doesn’t see him, so he goes on about how, now that both Salin and you are laid up, he’ll be taking charge and running the place.” Radin and Krael shared a belly laugh. “Calm as you please, Salin taps him on the shoulder -- when he’s done, of course --”
“Of course.”
“-- and asks him if he ‘may proceed.’” Radin shook his head. “I’m told Dreidon collapsed from exhaustion by the time Salin was through with him.”
Krael grinned at Radin’s story, glad the commander was back at his duties. The men could function without either he or Salin watching over them, but they really shouldn’t.
He drummed his fingers on Nalfien’s worktable. It was late in the day, judging by the time statue, and Krael had only recently awakened. Regretfully, he’d eased away from Suzana’s warmth to come to this meeting. It was expected. The sorcerers kept an especially close eye on a woman’s first few lovers, using the initial experiences to hone their future choices for her. It helped to find a truemate. Krael had served the function many times in the past.
Why did it bother him this time?
“Are you all right?”
Krael scowled. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine. Was it hard on her?”
“What?”
“Suzana. Did last night not go well?”
“Oh. No. It was fine.” Great. Stupendous. Exquisite!
Why?!
“Then what aren’t you telling me?”
Nalfien’s arrival spared Krael from answering. The elder sorcerer swept into the workroom with Hyle in his wake. The younger sorcerer carried the requisite journal and quills. In that journal, he would record what Krael told him about Suzana. He would make note of the fact that she responded well to dominance. That she had a fondness for long hair. That even in her first times, she took an amazing length of cock into her tight little body.
Why did it bother him that they would know this?
He felt Radin’s gaze on him but ignored it as the other sorcerers sat at the table.
He answered the same questions he had answered on previous occasions, and he answered them calmly. He ignored the hard pit in his gut at the thought that he was preparing Suzana for another man. Sharing her was an attractive idea -- giving her over to another was not.
Nalfien proclaimed himself pleased that Krael had made her first experience a memorable one. Nalfien had presided over the last virgin found by the raedjour, but Krael, Radin, and Hyle had not even been adolescents, much too young to participate back then.
The interview had just about completed when the door opened to admit Betaf. In his flashy, shiny red robes and with his silver hair bound with numerous braids, the man was one of the king’s pet sorcerers, rather than Nalfien’s, and was therefore not precisely welcome in Nalfien’s quarters. Krael sat back, content to stay outside their animosities.
“Excellent, you’re here.” Krael was surprised to see Bet
af’s attention on him. The lanky man’s red gaze pinned him from beneath heavy eyelids. Then he scanned the others, nodding slightly.
Radin toyed with his wine goblet. “What do you want, Betaf?”
“The rhaeja has decided that he’ll have the virgin after Krael’s time. He’s sent me here to arrange it.”
Krael froze. Valanth wanted Suzana?
“Why?” Nalfien voiced Krael’s question.
Betaf sniffed. “It is not your place to question the rhaeja.”
“Humor me.”
The younger sorcerer considered Nalfien, but was just intelligent enough to know he was no match for his crafty elder. Fear of Nalfien was one of the reasons he remained plastered to Valanth’s side. “If the rhaeja wished you to know his reasons, he would tell you. But he will have her. So be it.”
With that and a flourish of his robes, he was gone.
“Why?” Krael turned to Nalfien.
The elder sorcerer’s eyes trained on the shut door, squinting, as if the answers were written there in miniscule script. “I can only guess.”
“You can’t let him have her.”
Nalfien turned at Krael’s insistent hiss. They shared a weighty gaze.
It was known, but never talked about. The rhaeja was ... not right. Sanity had not been his for nearly a hundred cycles. Not since the death of his truemate. The suspicious death of his truemate. The pair had gone into chambers one day, and the next she was dead. He mourned her, of course, and the raedjour watched him carefully for several moons afterward. It was uncommon for truemates to outlive each other by more than that, if that. Once the connection was formed, breaking it through death almost always broke the will to live in the survivor. But Valanth had not only lived, he’d thrived. After a hideously short mourning, he had emerged and claimed one of the women in the brothel. He claimed that Rhae Herself had deemed he should not remain without a partner. She had even given him a prophecy: “A mage’s love to save the rhaeja.”