I did want to. I hadn't realized it before but I really wanted to. I lowered my head and was treated to a moan of satisfaction from Adrien as I took him into my mouth. Whether he tasted of anything specific I couldn't say as the pleasure that overcame me voided such sensations. And that pleasure was soon redoubled as Adrien's head dipped between my thighs again. For a delicious while we stayed like that, pleasuring each other until Adrien once again pushed me over the brink into the increasingly familiar yet still magical orgasm.
"Have you had an orgasm yet?" I asked as he slipped from my mouth.
His mouth twitched into a pained smile. "Not yet. I told you; men only get one shot at a time, and there's still more we have to do."
I beamed.
Adrien began to move on the bed, slicking a hand down his shaft, coating it in my saliva. "You have to promise me that you'll say if you are uncomfortable or you want to stop."
I nodded, a little nervous but still not understanding why I would ever want to stop any of this.
Adrien gently parted my legs and knelt between them. I looked up at him. He was so beautiful; his face, his body, that strange but powerful beast that grew from him. I wanted him. I didn't know what that meant or what it was that I wanted but, even after what I had already experienced, I was still filled with desire for... something.
Adrien leaned down over me, the head of his member bumping my belly as he kissed me tenderly. "Ready?"
I nodded, though I had no idea what I was ready for.
Adrien reached between us to take hold of his strong cock and guide it between my thighs. I felt the head bump against my sensitive lips and then...
"OH!" I don't know if it was shock or discomfort or pleasure that made me cry out but all three were there as the throbbing tip of Adrien's cock pushed into me.
"Are you okay?" Adrien asked solicitously.
"Oh yes. Oh yes, oh please." Now there was nothing left but pleasure. The feel of that thing inside me, gently pulsing in my tight sheath, so I could feel Adrien's heartbeat, felt more than good, it felt right. I now understood - that thing, that long shaft, it was going inside me, and I wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything.
Adrien kissed me and began to move. This was why he had used his fingers on me earlier, to prepare me for this far larger visitor, and even with that preparation, I was still surely too tight. But Adrien did not rush, he pushed forward a little then waited while I became used to him, moving his hips in small circles and kissing me constantly. Then, when I was ready, he eased a little further. I don't know how long this continued but it seemed to take an effort on Adrien's part, fighting his own self-control. For me, it was tortuously wonderful, I wanted all of him but understood that this could only be accomplished slowly. Each fresh inch I took in was accompanied by new and delirious sensations. There was discomfort, too, but I relished it as each twang of pain came with an answering throb of pleasure that overwhelmed it.
"Ah!" I felt a little stab of pain but overcame it quickly with the realization that I had him, I had all of him inside me. I felt his hips press up against mine and wondered at the sensation of fullness. There was a man inside me. Another person had a part of their body inside of mine. Mere hours ago I would have laughed at the idea and scoffed at the notion it might be pleasurable. Now it was the whole world, Adrien was the whole world.
He kissed me again and whispered to me, "How do you feel?"
"Wonderful. It's so beautiful. Oh, Adrien, I love it so much."
Adrien smiled. "I'm glad. And I've got news for you, you're no longer a virgin."
I grinned in delight. "We've had sex?"
He gave a little shrug. "We're having sex. We're not done yet."
"It gets better?"
It did. Adrien's hips began to move again and I gasped at the blissful new sensations that coursed through me. That beautiful, wonderful, incredible thing moved within me, stroking in and out of my core, each time driving ecstasy before it. I mewed like a cat at each stroke. I wrapped myself around him so tight that he had to ask me to loosen my legs as I was stopping him from moving. I sighed and moaned and surrendered to the pleasure so long denied me, now finally mine.
"This is having sex?"
Adrien looked down at me with a strange expression on his face. "Some people call it making love."
"I like that."
He looked almost surprised as he said, "So do I."
The pleasure swirled in me like a stormy sea, waves building and dropping then building again, growing higher with each cycle till my body could stand it no longer.
"Oh, Adrien!" I screamed and my orgasm crashed over me. I assumed orgasm was still the right word but, in truth, it was so much more than those Adrien had brought me to before. This time I felt the whole world slipping away from me until I actually blacked out.
When I came to, it was to see Adrien's loving face, looking down at me.
"I think I had an orgasm."
"You came alright."
"Came?"
"Another word for orgasm."
"Did you come?"
"Not yet. I don't want to come inside you and I want you to know what happens when a man comes."
Carefully, he pulled out of aching channel, stooping to give it an invigorating parting kiss as he went. He began to stroke his cock, hard and fast.
"Let me." I took the shaft in both hands and began to pump it for all I was worth and Adrien grunted in ecstasy.
"Alright, not so... I'm going to..."
Before he could finish, I felt a powerful throb in his shaft and he groaned. Then, a white liquid burst from him, spattering across my chest in a hot rush. Pulse after pulse jetting out onto my skin.
"Sorry, sorry," Adrien gasped. "I didn't mean to do that all over you. You're very good at that and I was already so close."
I touched a tentative finger to the silky liquid and shrugged.
“It’s okay. I kind of…liked it,” I said, hoping he didn’t that was strange.
His gaze grew dark and then he grinned. “Ah, you’re going to be trouble for me, little one.”
I was used to that, so I didn’t let it hurt my feelings. A moment later, he bounced off the bed, and fetched a towel to clean me up.
"That's what happens when a man comes. Most times, it happens inside the woman and that's how a man plants his seed - it's how babies are made."
I blinked. "So if you'd stayed inside me...?" This was troubling information.
"Oh no," Adrien hastily added. "You have to do it at the right time to make a baby. It's complicated, but... If you're careful then sex won't make you pregnant."
"Did you…enjoy it?" I asked. I needed to know that he had had as much fun as I had.
Adrien grinned broadly. "You have no idea. That was... You have no right to be as good as you are with no experience."
I beamed, glad I had made him happy.
Adrien sat on the edge of the bed. "When I lost my virginity it was to a girl I knew from school. I loved her more than anyone and I planned to marry her. Then, one day, she left me for another man. Rich man. Not a soldier. I..." He stared at the floor. "I swore on that day I would never let another woman hurt me like that. I've been with a lot of women - I've been with a lot of women - younger, older, women I'd say were probably my girlfriend and women I'd say were definitely someone else's. Some of them have loved me, some of them have liked me, for many of them I was just there. I like women, I like sex. But I've never loved any of them." He paused. "I don't know why I told you that."
I sat up from the bed and kissed him. "I don't know which of those categories of women I fall into, but I'm really grateful and I'm really happy."
Adrien smiled. "I'm glad."
We kissed and then kissed some more.
"Adrien?"
"Yes?"
"You know you said, men can only come once at a time?"
"Yes."
"How long does it take before they can do it again?"
Adrien grinned. "And w
hy would you want to know that?"
I lay back on the bed. "I was hoping we could do it again."
Adrien rubbed a hand along the shaft of his cock. "I may need a little help from you, but I think that can be arranged."
Chapter 9
When I woke up the following morning, I wondered if the whole of last night had been an amazing dream, but there was a soreness between my legs and a fizzing in my body that said otherwise.
There was also a dent in the mattress beside me where Adrien had slept and I could still catch his scent on the air. I guessed that he had gotten up early to return to his post outside the door, hoping that his comrades would not realize what had happened last night. I was not sure how feasible that was - I had been pretty loud and I was pretty sure that we broke the bed the second time. On the other hand, his job had been to keep me in the room and there was no way I was going anywhere.
I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, smiling. I wasn't sure I would ever stop smiling again. My life had changed last night. My world had gotten a lot bigger and made room for a happiness I had never thought would be mine. It was not just that the sex had made me feel things for which I lacked any sphere of comparison, there had been more to last night than mind-blowing pleasure. I had felt loved.
My entire life I had been told that I was loved by the gods, but I had never felt it. Probably because their earthly representatives had seen fit to beat me every time I so much as cracked a smile. And that was supposed to be 'love', too. I might have been pretty ignorant about the world but I knew enough to know that that wasn't love by any definition. It seemed unlikely that Adrien 'loved me' by his definition of the word, but someone whose life had been so devoid of affection has a much more elastic definition. It was strange to think that the first person to show me love - emotional and physical - had been my 'enemy', but it also seemed pretty much in keeping with how I lived my life. I was wicked, and sleeping with the enemy was what we wicked girls are supposed to do.
As I got up and got dressed, I wondered where my wickedness might take me next. Were there other places still to explore? Adrien had hinted that lovemaking had an almost infinite variety, which he would endeavor to show me when he had gotten his strength back and could walk again. Which I think was a compliment of some sort.
A bang on my door announced the arrival of Gage.
"Good morning." I had nothing but smiles for everyone that morning.
"Breakfast," Gage growled.
"Thank you." Increasingly, it didn't seem to me that Gage hated me, he was just unfriendly, and I was confident I could turn that around with a sunny demeanor.
From Jax, on the other hand, I felt an increasing hatred. It was interesting to compare the attitudes of the two men towards me. Gage had no time for anyone, and the longer I knew him, the less personally I took his snarls and muttering. Jax, on the other hand, seemed to be a nice man, throwing in a joke here and a kind comment there, who nonetheless had a marked dislike of me. I was not yet in a position to say why, and the conversation at breakfast was concerned with something else entirely.
"Those were some impressive night terrors you had last night," commented Killian, making Gage snigger and Adrien turn red.
"Alright, so you heard."
"Heard?" Jax looked up from his breakfast. "They called out the guard - thought the Sudders were coming."
"One of them was," said Killian, making Gage laugh again.
"Laugh it up," said Adrien.
"And I believed you." Jax shook his head. "Fell in a pond?"
"That was true," Adrien butted in. "We did fall in a pond."
"And last night?"
"Well... "
"More like Comerville?"
"No," Adrien leapt on this. "Nothing like Comerville. Reason being; she's still here." He pointed at me triumphantly.
"Delighted though we all are," said Jax, "that, on this occasion, you screwing the enemy had not completely compromised the mission we're on, I would still prefer it if you could keep - what is it you call it again?"
"Hercules," said Killian.
"Which is false advertising," added Gage.
"If you could keep Hercules in your tunic - or at least out of Sudders - we'd all be happier," Jax concluded.
"How did you know I... How did you know about Hercules?" Adrien stuttered.
"That girl in Stackwell," muttered Gage.
"She forgot your name and started screaming 'Hercules' instead," explained Killian, helpfully.
I listened as the conversation continued. What interested me was that, while they weren't pleased with Adrien, they weren't angry with him, either. They were not just comrades in arms, they were friends, and close ones. One of their number had done something stupid and they wouldn't let him forget it, but nor would they ostracize him or treat him poorly as a consequence. Perhaps it was my imagination, or perhaps the events of last night had gotten me looking at the world differently, but it seemed to me that, while they were disappointed in him, they were also a little proud of him. And perhaps a little jealous. Maybe? My eyes wandered around the group of men and I allowed myself to wonder. And maybe to dream.
Now we were clear of the forest, the landscape changed dramatically, buckling upwards, angular spines of rock breaking through the course grass. As we progressed, the rock increasingly dominated the landscape, diving away to either side of us as sheer cliffs, rising into mountains in the shadow of which we rode, wending a steady path upwards. I had seen such landscapes painted on the walls of the temple - the old lands our people had inhabited before the rift, but to see them in actuality was something else entirely. This was the new world I had been wanting to see since we had left the temple precinct and it did not disappoint. It might not have been the best new thing I had experienced in the past twenty-four hours but, with no disrespect to Adrien, it came a close second. I was in another world.
Occasionally, as we traveled, we saw small townships that could have fit inside the temple precinct - a few basic huts, cattle enclosed by fences, and rough farmland. If I had had to imagine the civilization against which my people had fought a long war, then this would not have been it. Those other people we passed on the road all traveled on horseback - men and women. They were not all as big as my escorts, but the Norren seemed to be a hearty race, tough and as rugged as the landscape they lived in. Most carried weapons of some sort with them, though none wore anything resembling a uniform. They stared at me with as much curiosity as I stared at them. There might not be much physical difference between Sudder and Norren, but my clothes marked me out as different as surely as if I had had 'Sudder' branded on my forehead.
"Can I ask a rude question?"
Jax turned in his saddle to look at me but said nothing, which I decided to interpret as a yes.
"I haven't seen a lot of my own land - in fact, I've now seen more of yours - but it sort of seems like we're better equipped for a war."
"There's more of you," replied Jax without turning. "You have better weapons and more resources."
"That's kind of what I meant." I nodded. "So, I suppose I'm asking; how are you not getting creamed?" I heard Gage growl behind me and I added, "I understand you have some significant advantages, but there are just the four of you and I refuse to believe that every Norren is like you."
"We know the terrain." Jax still didn't look at me as he spoke. "We don't need to build citadels like your people, the landscape is a citadel in itself. If Sudders try to invade then they get ambushed and they don't ever see the people doing it. Also," for the first time he looked back at me, "we have something real to fight for."
I decided that follow-up questions - though I had them - would be a bad idea.
By mid-afternoon, we were high in the mountains, and the steep slopes began to give way to ridges and plateaus where larger townships could exist, defended by their remote location and inhospitable topography.
"Where are we going?" I asked Gage.
"Holm's Rest," he repl
ied.
"Is that the capital of Norren?"
"You can call it that."
I got a fuller explanation from Killian. Norren had no such thing as a capital city - the villages and towns technically ruled themselves as independent tribes. But in this time of war, all the disparate tribes more or less recognized the authority of a single 'King' who made his home in Holm's Rest, a mountain stronghold that towered over a collection of homes nestling in its long shadow.
To be honest, when Holm's Rest came into view, I found myself questioning Killian's use of the word 'stronghold' - though not out loud, of course. It was the most impressive building I had seen in Norren, and at the center of the largest town, but it still did not compare to the temple complex in which I had grown up, and I could only imagine how it was dwarfed by the mighty citadels of the Sudder. It was built on a foundation of massive rocks, hewn from the cliffs in which it was set, but the main body of the building was made of wood and was surprisingly elegant - built mainly for defense, but still with an eye on how it looked.
As we approached, people streamed out of the houses to meet us, yelling and cheering. The mission had been a success and the four guys were the heroes of the day. I knew that it wasn't me they were cheering, but it still felt like a nice way to be greeted. Right up until they caught sight of me. I thought I knew what it was to be hated - the Caretakers weren't supposed to hate the Chosen but I was somehow the exception to that rule, and the other girls had always seemed to dislike me more with each passing day - but looking into the eyes of the Norren as they recognized me as their enemy, I saw a hatred I had never known before. Their eyes seemed to burn as they looked at me. In me - this one, small girl - they saw a representative of the Sudder race, and that was all they saw: a Sudder. I was the personification of every faceless soldier who had killed their loved ones. They began to yell abuse at me, and I think they would have thrown things if I hadn't been seated with Gage.
"Quiet!" To my surprise, it was Jax who stood up in the stirrups of his horse to admonish the mob. "You all know that no one's got more reason to hate the Sudder than me. But she's done you no harm. She's just some kid they bred as a sacrifice. She may be a Sudder by birth but she's got as much reason to hate them as we have. And even if that wasn't the case, you don't treat a kid like that. That's what a Sudder would do. We're better than them."
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