Coaxing her into his bed would be the easy part, he thought as he slid his cock around her opening, aware he was just a thrust away from making her his lover in full.
But he would not rush her. He would not rush them. This was going to be a precious thing between them, and he would not spoil it with haste.
“Let me taste you,” he said softly, drawing her away from her attentions to his neck and pulling her beneath the onslaught of his mouth. The perfection in which their mouths met floored him, just as it had the times before. They had shared only a few kisses, but they made such an impact that a few was all that was needed. He savored the sweet flavor of her and felt the foundations of his world shattering and crumbling apart. He broke from her mouth after a few minutes and trailed his mouth along her gentle jawline. He found the sensitive spot at the rear of her jaw just as he embraced one of her abundant breasts in his hand. She nearly overfilled his hand, he realized, but in the end she was a perfect fit to his large palm. He thumbed her nipple until it was as stiff as it could be, then he did what he had been dying to do since he had first seen her naked in their sex majic together. He remembered how shocked he had been that she had pulled him so quickly and so securely into their interlude. Him. One of the most powerful mind majji of their kind. Now he realized it had been a joint effort. Some part of their brains had realized that they were attractive to one another and the Gestalt had done the rest.
But that had been mental illusion and this…this was reality. A hot, blindingly wonderful reality. He lifted her breast to the fall of his mouth and sucked her pointed nipple, fat and juicy as it was, into his mouth and onto his tongue. He drew on her until she cried out softly, her body curving eagerly against his. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and he fantasized about what that would feel like once she was beneath him and he was inside of her.
She was on his lap, squirming incessantly, drawing herself against his cock to stimulate herself. She was rubbing her clit against him and it was driving him mad. He clamped a hand on her hip to hold her still, his balls aching and tight with the urge to be inside of her. He relinquished her breast and ground out, “Easy. Easy, Yasra.”
“No,” she complained, trying to move in spite of his grip on her. “I’m hungry. And hot. I need…oh, how I need.”
“Good God you’re enough to drive a man insane!” he hissed. “You need? I need too. I need to hear you come.”
He slid his fingers between her legs and thrust two of them up inside of her, making her cry out. He rubbed the heel of his palm against her anxious little clit in time to his working fingers. He caught her other nipple in his free hand and seized her mouth in a blistering kiss. Using the power of the Gestalt he heated the water around them until it was a sultry, steaming wash against their hot bodies.
He fucked her with his fingers, listening to her cry out in a building series of exclamations. She was hot and tight around him, her juices making his hand slick beneath the water. He kissed her then, muffling her cries momentarily. Then she broke from his mouth, threw back her head and came hard around him, her cries echoing into the tiled room.
“There we go,” he soothed her as she sobbed for breath, “there’s what I promised you.”
She fell forward against him, burying her face in his neck as he removed his hand from inside her body. He hugged her close then, comforting her as she no doubt rushed through hundreds of emotions at once. It had been an emotionally exhausting day and she had just left her every last defense behind.
And sure enough, she began to cry.
“Shh,” he soothed her further, holding her tight as he sat back in the tub with her sitting in his lap. He was still mightily aroused, but that would wait. It would wait as long as it had to. She was the important thing here. “It will all be all right,” he said.
“Nothing will ever be the same again.”
“Do you want it to be? Think of all the strife you have had in your life simply because you thought you were powerless. Think of how little you thought of yourself.”
“I didn’t,” she denied. “I would have been happy as a non.”
“You would have been happy perhaps, but you would have always carried with you your sense of having failed. Failed at majic. Failed your parents. It wouldn’t have been right, but you would have felt it all the same. You already did.”
“It’s not fair you can see so much inside me and you’re a complete mystery to me.”
“I am sorry. Part of an Aspano’s power is the ability to put up mental barriers. You will be able to do the same one day…with a little practice. But don’t feel bad, for I am just as new at all of the other houses as you are. We have a long way to go before we will reach our true power as a Gestalt couple. But I want to teach you one thing first.”
“Oh?”
“To speak into my mind. Your Aspano ability only exists when we are touching, but if I remain connected to you I can hear your thoughts at any given moment. Try it.”
“Well…what do I do?”
“Speak a thought in your mind, but aim it toward me.”
Her brow furrowed as she concentrated.
This water grows cold.
He laughed. “Yes it does. Let us warm it together. But be careful…lest you scald us.”
“I like it very hot.”
“Control of the amount of heat you can create comes with practice. We are yet new at this so we should be careful…especially while sitting in the middle of that which we are warming.”
“You’ve done it once already.”
“I am more used to schooling my mind and my majic than you are. You are newly fledged. It will take time. Now try to warm the water.”
Dendri watched her expression as she concentrated. Hers was such an expressive face. And he preferred to see her focusing on something other than how frightened she was. The more familiar she became with her new abilities, the more she made friends with them, the better off she would be. The more comfortable she would be. The more accepting she would be of her new life…and of him. And he wanted her to accept him. He breathed for the opportunity.
The water began to grow hot around them again, the heat soothing and sultry. Once it was sufficiently hot, he brushed a hand over her concentrating face.
“That’s enough. What a fine job you’ve done.”
“I did do a fine job,” she said, preening proudly.
“You are a natural to this, Yasra. You were born for majic.”
“So my parents insisted,” she said with a frown.
“Do not think of those odious people. They try to take credit for what you yourself have done. You do not need them in your life.”
“That was one of the blessings of being a non. I knew my parents would want nothing to do with me.”
“They are cruel and selfish beings. They do not deserve you.”
“Well, they will get a lot of mileage out of the claim to fame of being the parents that gave birth to the Gestalt child.”
“Let them,” he said. “And then forget them.”
“I will. As long as Bess is with me…we have been together a long while. She is not merely a servant to me.”
“That much was quite obvious to me. She is a good friend to you, and therefore is a good friend to me. She will be treated as an equal. You’ll find all the nons in this house are treated with kindness and respect.”
“But they are all servants.”
“Yes. Would you rather they didn’t have jobs? My servants are paid fair wages and they live in the small house at the rear of the property. Each has their own room. They live more comfortably here than they would elsewhere and I do not charge them rent. In exchange I ask that they do their jobs well and be available to me any time of the day or night. But I do try to respect their private time. They are given one day a week off for them to do whatever they like. I am a fair master, Yasra.”
“I’m sure you are,” she said softly. “It’s just that our world is so very unfair to nons. The most they can hope
for is wealth in trade. There are some very great scholars, but because they are nons they are not deemed good enough to teach majji. And even if they were allowed, the majji would not be likely to show them any respect. I have seen majji be creatively cruel to nons in the past.”
“Were they cruel to you?” he asked, his jaw tightening.
“Yes,” she said softly. “But they were merely wounds of ego and pride. I have seen nons physically wounded by majji as part of a joke against them.”
“Who? Who would do such a thing? There are laws against majji harming nons!”
“I know. But the laws are enforced by majji and they rarely side on the side of the nons.”
Dendri frowned darkly. He had not realized the unfairness of the life around him. As a being of power he had never given thought to the fact that all their laws were enforced by majji. It had always seemed fair to him. He had never looked at it from the side of a non trying to seek justice against a majji.
“Then this is something that must change. Why does no one make protest about it?”
“Against beings more powerful than you are? Nons live in fear of reprisals.”
“We are not a dictatorial society,” he argued. “We do not harm others for speaking their minds.”
“Are you sure? Have you ever been a non trying to speak in the face of so much power? It seems as though those who have been brave enough have simply disappeared or in some way been silenced.”
“I cannot believe this is true,” he ejected. But even as he said it he knew it was true. That she had had a unique perspective into the worlds both majical and not. “I do not wish to believe this is true,” he amended himself.
“But it is,” she said gently.
He frowned darkly. “Then you and I…we must work together to make changes in our world. As a Gestalt couple we are going to have tremendous power. You must help me to use that power for the good of the nons in this world rather than the majji who already have so much.”
She smiled at him.
“I would like nothing more,” she said before leaning in and gently kissing his lips. “You are a good man, Dendri Adiron. I do not know what I ever did to deserve you.”
“You are a special creature,” he said. “And to my last breath I shall endeavor to deserve you.”
Chapter Five
Yasra blushed under his compliments. It was completely surreal, hearing someone like him say such things about someone like her, but she knew he would not be saying such things if not for the Gestalt. It upset her a little to think of it, so she tried to put it out of her mind. They were there now, sitting naked in his tub, making majic happen in so many extraordinary ways. It still felt so strange, the ability to do things like warm the water.
“Now,” he said, changing the subject back to a previous one, “whenever you wish to speak to me you merely need to think it in your head and I will hear it. I will set a part of my mind to always be in contact with yours in some way. I will always know when you need me.”
“Will you read my thoughts even when I don’t intend them for you?”
“I may by accident if they are particularly strong thoughts, but I will make an effort to respect your privacy until such time as you are more open to the idea of me being a part of your mind.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
“It is no trouble,” he said. He then glanced over to his right. He reached out and snagged a sponge and a bar of floral scented soap from the ledge and quickly lathered the sponge up. He touched it to her chest and she drew in a little breath. She still felt over stimulated from her orgasm of earlier, and just the memory of how unbridled it had been made her blush. She had not known she was capable of such strong, and loud, passion.
He washed her over her chest, just above her breasts which were puckered at the tips, as though waiting for his return to them. He lifted his knees from the water and she reclined back along his thighs, giving him full access to her torso. He washed her slowly, thoughtfully, and in total silence for several long minutes. It was soothing…relaxing. He didn’t try to stimulate her sexually, but he was doing so all the same. There was something very compelling in his touches, something erotic without trying too hard.
His sponge dipped below the water, doing a thorough enough job. He stroked down the length of her belly, in and out of her navel, and on to her pubic hair. He scrubbed her hair in soft circular motions before lifting her up and washing her sex as thoroughly as he could. She released a little moan as he stimulated her, her hands gripping at his biceps. He obliged her by sliding a finger inside of her. She tensed at the invading feel of him, then relaxed as she adapted to it. But before she could get any really useful sensations from this, he withdrew from her and continued to wash her legs and feet.
“Turn around,” he said as he dropped his knees. She looked at him skeptically and he laughed. “Go on, turn around. I’ve gotten the front, now I have to get the back.”
“I’m perfectly capable of—“
“I know you are. You’re perfectly capable of doing all of this. But that would take away all of my fun now wouldn’t it?”
She could hardly argue with that. She turned around in his lap, presenting him with her back. She gathered up her wet hair and drew it forward over her shoulder. This left him with the entire landscape of her back to wash, and he promptly did so. He washed her from top to bottom, even going so far as to shape each of her cheeks lovingly. She had never felt so attended to, so much like she was the center of attention. Good attention. Not like the attention she had suffered when she had failed to test out in front of so many people, year after year.
“Don’t think of troublesome things,” he whispered into her ear. “You’re just supposed to relax.”
“It’s hard to relax when you are touching me like this,” she admitted to him.
“Very well. It’s your turn then.” He turned her around and put the sponge in her hand.
“To wash you or myself?” she asked dumbly, trying to absorb all that was happening. She was so incredibly overwhelmed by him.
“Hmm. An excellent question,” he purred. “Perhaps in the future I will watch you bathe yourself…watch you touch and stimulate yourself to orgasm.” He paused as if mentally savoring the idea. “But for now I will settle for having your wonderful little hands on my body, stroking me to the brink of orgasm.”
“But…but what if I’m not—“
She was going to say not good enough, but something told her it would not be a well-received speculation. The truth was, she had such little experience pleasing men. Her one love affair had been so sedate. So pedestrian. This was a man who had had many lovers over many years, a man who knew what he wanted and knew how to take it. A man whose tastes and expectations were probably far from ordinary.
“I am unsure of…how to begin with a man like you,” she said timidly.
“Well, you would start from the top, just as you would any man,” he said with an amused grin twitching at his lips.
“But you are not just any man,” she whispered, her gaze dropping away from his.
He reached out with a wet hand, drawing gentle fingertips along the line of her jaw.
“I am yours to do with as you will,” he said softly.
“And if my will does not match yours?” she asked shyly.
“It will. I will be content with whatever you wish to give to me.”
She turned the sponge over in her hands. She was not satisfied with his response. It told her only that he would bring himself down to her level, not that she might be capable of reaching up to his. She was much too far out of his sphere.
For now, he was bringing himself into hers and she could not make herself resist the temptation he presented. She slowly lathered up the sponge as she eyed him, judging her approach. She touched the sponge to the side of his neck, and then slowly washed all around his throat.
Dendri tipped his head back, allowing her free access to wherever she wished to go. She washed
him along the benign length of his neck and throat thoroughly as she worked up the courage to move on to other landscapes. He smiled when her sponge curved over his shoulders and swished across the width of his chest. It drew down and spanned him from nipple to nipple, and she felt his fingers flexing against her where they were settled around her arm.
“Your touch is sweet,” he murmured against her ear after he leaned in close to her. The nearness of him and the intensity of his words were overwhelming. The entire situation was overwhelming. The day had brought things she had never thought in her wildest dreams she would find. She had started the day determined to begin a new life as a non. Now…now she was there becoming the lover of one of the most powerful majji in their world.
“Would that be so terrible?” he asked, reminding her of how easy it was for him to see into her thoughts. “Is it such a terrible idea to become my lover?”
“No. Not terrible at all. Not by far,” she said earnestly. “Only, I feel I am so far out of my depth with you.”
“You are just as worthy to be with me as I am to be with you. Remember that.”
But he could not convince her. She knew exactly how disparate they were. Still, she put that aside for the time being and forced herself to concentrate on the task at hand. Perhaps if she went through the motions of being his lover then she would come to feel she deserved him. That she could somehow be his equal.
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