by Mlyn Hurn
“God, Jocie! I am so sorry!”
Jocienne nodded as she came to sit beside him on the bed. “I was angry as well. Yes, they cut all my hair off at the convent. It was horrible to sit there while those old nuns hacked it off almost to my scalp. And then it was given away to stuff someone’s pillow!”
“Why did you go, darling? I loved you!”
“I loved you as well. Do you remember at my birthday celebration, meeting my cousin Albert? He attempted—” Jocienne’s voice failed at saying the words. “My father believed him when he claimed to have succeeded, hoping my father would allow him to marry me. Instead, my father sent me to the convent. He didn’t want to face his friend, your father… When the war started, I ran away from the convent.”
Drakkor pulled Jocienne into his arms, hugging her tightly. “My God!” He lifted his hands to cup the sides of her face. His fingers reluctantly touched her hair. “Damn my temper! I can’t begin to tell you how hurt and angry I was when I first learned about you choosing the convent life. Nothing you had ever said or done indicated that my feelings were not returned.”
Jocienne lifted her hands to cover Drakkor’s. “I loved you with a young girl’s heart. You were my friend, first and foremost. I was ashamed by Albert’s touches, and knowing that he had taken, in some part, what I had promised to you in my heart.” She stopped as she saw Drakkor stiffen his back. “Forget the past, Drake. I am yours for as long you desire me.”
Drakkor stood and walked a short distance from the bed. “I did go to the convent looking for you as soon as I found out, but you were gone.” After several long moments, he looked back over his shoulder and saw that Jocienne was still seated on his bed. Even with the chopped-off hair, she was beautiful. His anger at her rejection, followed by the war that had erupted between their two lands, had spurred his need to humiliate her and have her as his slave. The anger was gone now. Facing her, he crossed to come down on one knee beside her.
“Marry me, Jocienne. I was a fool to think selling you as a slave would set things right. I believe the only way we can be happy is for us to be together, to be wed, as originally planned.”
Jocienne smiled softly. “You don’t have to marry me, Drake. I am yours, and I always have been.”
Drakkor stood before her, shaking his head. “We will be married, as soon as things can be properly arranged.”
Jocienne reached her hand down to Drakkor’s flat abdomen and closed around his cock. Its response was immediate and Jocienne slid down to kneel in front of Drakkor. Both hands began to caress his hard rod. Lowering her mouth she began to lick him, all around, before she took him into her heat. Sucking slowly, she soon sped up her movements until her mouth and hands worshipped his cock with equal fervor. Drakkor’s hands lifted to her head, threading through the soft strands.
“Stop!” he moaned a few minutes later and his hands pulled her up and then pushed her backwards onto the bed.
“Ooh!” Jocienne barely had time to gasp before he thrust into her wet flesh. “I thought you would like—”
Drakkor grinned down at Jocienne, thrusting quickly into her body. “I do like that, Jocie, but I need to be inside you. Only when I am joined with you do I feel right.”
Jocienne lifted her legs and locked them around Drakkor’s hips. “I know…me too. Oh, God! Yes!”
Drakkor felt Jocienne’s body milking and sucking his cock until a moment or two later he jerked forward and started to cum inside her. Over and over, wishing this could last for hours, he continued to thrust and shoot more hot streams of seed into her womb. Exhausted, he slumped to rest on her body, still joined. He slowly became aware that her legs were still locked around him.
“I’m crushing you, Jocienne.”
“Stay for another moment or two,” she whispered into his ear, her breath lightly stirring his hair. “I do have a pre-marital request though.”
Drakkor lifted his head and frowned down at her. “Yes?”
“I think I would like to play slave and master once in a while.”
Drakkor laughed loudly and then kissed Jocienne’s smiling lips. “Any other requests I can fulfill for my lady love?”
Jocienne lowered her legs and then lifted her hand. She slapped him one sharp, but stinging slap on his left ass cheek. His surprise was obvious.
“Hey!”
Jocienne lifted her head and met his lips, kissing him deeply. “Sometimes you get to be the slave!”
Drakkor’s laughter filled the room as he wrapped his arms around his formerly rebellious slave. He had no doubt the life they would now have would be filled with love, passion and certainly joy.
Also by Mlyn Hurn
Blood Dreams
Family Secrets
Burning Desires
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