by Jet Mykles
Rhon now stood in the doorway, the boy’s eyes wide in surprise. Krael guessed that it was more the boy’s presence than anything else that caused Valanth to subside. “Oh, very well.” Valanth spread a hand toward Krael and Suza, eyes glued on Radin. “Test her.”
Radin smiled, that mischievous grin that won him so many friends. “With pleasure, my lord.”
Suzana squirmed, and Krael bent his head to her ear. “Radin is going to taste that sweet cunt of yours, Suza,” he murmured. “Spread your legs for him.”
She complied, despite the unsure frown on her lips.
Radin knelt, smiling up at Suza. Something he saw made the smile falter slightly, and Radin darted a glance at Krael. Krael gave him nothing. Without Valanth’s hovering presence, he might have said something. But, then again, maybe not. Radin would no more approve of Krael’s plan than anyone else. He might, in fact, be less understanding.
Radin’s gaze narrowed, but as Valanth’s presence kept Krael quiet, so, too, it kept Radin’s thoughts within his head. With visible effort, he regained his smile, aiming it at Suza. “Be at ease, Suzana.” His hands slid over her bare thighs, fingers dipping between to graze her moist pussy.
Krael would be helpful. Perhaps, in doing so, Rhae would bless him with a miracle. He rubbed his cheek against the satin of Suzana’s hair, lifting his hand from her belly to her breast to playfully tweak a nipple.
“Get on with it!” Valanth snapped, causing all three of them to jump.
“Yes, my lord,” said Radin, almost a sigh but not quite. Crouching down, he bent until his lips grazed the curly hair guarding her mound. Inhaling deeply, he nuzzled further. His lips parted, and his tongue extended to search out her clit. He did not seem to mind one bit that she was still moist with Krael’s come.
Suzana shuddered, her body sinking deeper into Krael’s embrace as Radin pressed forward, sealing his lips over the apex of her sex so he could suck her into his mouth.
“Let him taste you, Suza,” Krael murmured, nuzzling her ear. “I want to see his face all wet from your come. I want him to taste what I’ve tasted.”
She moaned, writhing. He tightened the hand he kept at her neck, reminding her of his promise. His promise that she was his and no one else’s, even if he did share her for a brief time. Her hand crawled up over her head, into his hair. She took a healthy handful, bracing herself with it as she ground her body toward Radin.
“Look at him, Suza,” he commanded, taking his hand from her breast to sink his fingers into Radin’s hair. He pulled some of the silk over Radin’s shoulder, letting it dribble over her hip. Radin glanced up but didn’t protest the move, adjusting his arm below Suzana’s thigh to make more room for Krael’s plans with his hair. “Shove your tongue into her, Radin. That’s what she wants.”
Instantly, Radin complied, and instantly Suzana shattered. Radin held her hips, securing his mouth on her sex. Krael’s grip tightened on Radin’s head, pressing the man even closer.
“He’s not done,” Krael told her when he knew she heard him again. “He’ll make you come again, lapping up that sweet honey that only you taste like.”
She bit her lip, and again he squeezed her throat. The reminder sent her over the edge again, and she yanked hard on his hair, the pain nearly bringing tears to his eyes. He growled, bending to bite her neck, knowing she loved both the sound and the action.
Suzana couldn’t catch her breath. Couldn’t find her sanity. Her body writhed between the two men, orgasms bouncing between them in one long, unfathomable stream. Each time she thought she’d had enough, Krael would growl, or tell Radin what to do to her, or he’d squeeze that hand on her throat to remind her that he had her life in his hands. Tears streamed from her blind eyes as she pushed into Radin’s talented tongue.
With one last agonized quake, her body dropped. Radin continued to lick and suck, and Krael continued to croon, but she was spent. It felt good, but she could simply no longer respond.
She struggled to open bleary eyes as Radin sat back. His face did, indeed, glisten with her juices. He raised one elegant hand to wipe his chin and cheeks clean, languorously licking his palms afterward.
Smug, he turned a grin to Krael. “Did you want to be a father, my friend?”
Beneath her, Krael froze. The hand at her neck tightened, just enough to threaten the breath that she held in shock.
“What?” This from Valanth, whose presence she had all but forgotten. He loomed behind Radin, who turned on his knees to face him.
“It’s true, my lord. She’s pregnant.”
“What?” It was her turn to demand, although in a far more quiet and feeble manner. But Radin heard. He turned to her. “Yes, lady,” he said, his voice soft, his gaze warm. “It seems you’ve done what no other woman has and found your truemate in your first nine days.”
She stared, so shocked that she didn’t cringe when Valanth swooped over her. None of them realized his intent until three of his fingers were buried deep in her pussy. She cried out, flinching before she could stop herself. Angrily, he twisted, ignoring Radin’s shocked protest. Almost as quickly as he was in, Valanth pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth. They watched him roll her taste on his tongue.
“Impossible,” he muttered, withdrawing them. “No woman finds her truemate the first time. Even less so a virgin.”
No one said anything. Valanth stared hungrily at Suzana, his orange gaze raking her still-heaving breasts, curved belly, and the wet hair guarding her sex. He snarled slightly, then lifted that gaze to Krael.
“I congratulate you, Captain,” he said, voice dangerously blank. “I suggest you take good care of her.”
Suzana held her breath as he twirled, then stalked out, nearly running over Rhon in the process.
Only when he was gone did Radin stand. For a moment, he stared down at Suzana and Krael, who still remained frozen in shock. “Would you really have killed her, Krael?” he asked softly.
Krael’s hand transferred instantly from her neck to her far shoulder, pressing her tighter against his chest. Softly, he growled.
Radin met her gaze briefly, then again looked to Krael. Shortly, he nodded. “It would seem to be a moot point.” His grin returned. “Allow me to add my congratulations.” He bowed and turned to go.
“Radin.” Krael’s voice stopped him at the door. The sorcerer turned, his earrings glinting in the firelight. “It’s true, isn’t it?”
Radin’s jaw dropped, even if a slight smile remained. “Are you implying that I might lie about such a thing?”
Suzana froze. Such a thought hadn’t occurred to her.
“Yes.” Obviously, it had to Krael.
“And how do you propose I planned to get away with that? Within a cycle he’d know if she wasn’t pregnant.”
Krael’s breath-crushing hold on her relented slightly. “So it is true?”
Radin rolled his eyes, waving a disgusted hand at them. “Suzana, I pity you the thick-headed lout you’ve bonded with.” He grinned at her. “I hope he’s worth it.”
It finally all dawned on Suzana. It was over. She was Krael’s. If she understood correctly, in the eyes of their society and in the judgment of their goddess, she and Krael were the same as married. More so. And she was pregnant! In due time, she would give birth to Krael’s son.
A grin split her face, and she clutched Krael’s hand where it lay on her shoulder. “He is,” she assured the smirking sorcerer. “He most definitely is.”
Jet Mykles
An ardent fan of fantasy and science fiction sagas, Jet prefers to live in a world of imagination where dragons are real, elves are commonplace, vampires are just people with special diets and lycanthropes live next door. In her own mind, she’s the spunky heroine who gets the best of everyone and always attracts the lean, muscular lads. She aids this fantasy with visuals created through her other obsession: 3D graphic art. In this area, as in writing, Jet’s self-taught and thoroughly entranced, and now regularly uses this art
to illustrate her stories or her stories to expand upon her art. It was through a series of images posted to the erotic art website Renderotica and encouragement from the fabulous Angela Knight that she finished and submitted a story to Loose Id.
In real life, Jet lives in southern California with her boyfriend of nine years, his daughter and father and nine cats. She has a bachelor’s degree in acting, but her loathing of auditions has kept her out of the limelight. So she turned to computers and currently works in product management for a software company, because even in real life, she can’t help but want to create something out of nothing.
You can find Jet on the Web at http://www.computerotika.com.
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