“I have none.”
He lowered his cheek to hers to whisper. “I know.” He gently bit her earlobe, and then began the entire mind-blowing process again, toying with her until she was at his mercy.
He finally lingered at her apex, when she was quivering with craving. He hummed a rumbling purr, enjoying long, gentle rolls of his tongue around her sensitive skin, and then plunged into her inner, hidden, pink sanctum. He was driving her wild; she was deliciously lost. Nothing thrilled her more than hearing his pleasure as he savored her. Then he paused to glance at her. “I love you,” Cobaaron whispered.
It wasn’t often he told her those words, though she knew he deeply treasured her above all things. As a warrior, she didn’t expect him to say it as much as she wished. Hearing it made her falter a moment with overwhelming love. She gazed at him, watched him fondle her, and slowly she smiled. It felt exquisite to hear him say it, and she wished he confessed it more. When she didn’t reply with the same words, he repeated, “I love you, Ky.”
She glistened with joy. “I love you, too.”
“Why did you take so long to respond?”
“It’s not often you say that, and I was savoring the confession.”
“I see,” he whispered, and rolled onto his back, having Ky crawl over him. He intimately coached her where he wanted her. She straddled him, and moaned while he ran his hand up her abdomen, between her breasts, and then down again. “I love seeing you naked, and I don’t plan on giving your clothes back for days.”
He pressed his hips up so he was snug against her opening. His throbbing was a gentle rub, but again he teased, prolonging their lovemaking while he pushed against the outside of her.
He kissed her wrists, and let her gaze drift over him. He watched her intently, while she enjoyed seeing him beneath her. He was gorgeous with perfectly hard muscle tone on every inch of him. The sight was arousing. His black hair, brilliant sapphire blue eyes, and pleasing features made him irresistible. “Touch me,” he told her, and she watched his abs flex, and pecs harden as she lightly scratched his body. Her excitement heightened with the sight of her marks. He had such a powerful effect on her.
“Please make love to me,” she pleaded. “Please.”
He angled his tip to her opening. She inhaled when his shaft firmly massaged her core. While gripping her hips in his strong hands, he gently rocked her backward, as he pumped from underneath to meet her. Ky kept her hands on his chest, leaned forward, and waited for another command that didn’t come, but she knew him well enough to wait for instruction. She pleaded because he hadn’t penetrated, and the anticipation was maddening. The long awaited need for his girth to burrow in her was near, but he wasn’t in a hurry. He was thrilled to see her in desperate agony for him; his breath quickened while he felt aroused from the power he had over her. She would say anything, do anything, to feel him inside her and said so.
“What would you like me to say to prove I’ve surrendered completely?”
With triumph, he breathed, “That’s enough,” and then he swung her hips, and she felt him sink deep. After a few long caresses, she was panting with elation. All the anticipation made her body alert to his filling presence. He finally relieved her tight aching as he drew her to him, hugged her to his chest, while he moved up and down in slow, delectable movements. He tapped her with deep strokes, making small adjustments to caress different points along her inner walls. He took his time and she shivered with rapture. If Ky became loud with pleasure, he focused his attention where she wanted him, and endlessly indulged her as if rewarding her for her submission.
The gentle rock was proving to be more than she needed, or her body could bear. Ky gripped his shoulder, and begged him to help her climax. He bent his knees, lifted her waist, and held her up so he could rush in deeper, reaching her depth. He drove into her, dropping and raising the length of his penis. Her toes curled each time he met her cervix. With his increased speed fulfilling her, she squeezed him, begging him loudly not to quit. Ky couldn’t hold onto him anymore. She peaked. She screamed in pleasure when she felt the electric ecstasy shoot through her body. She cried out, and quivered while laying over him. Then slowly, she relaxed as every muscle enjoyed the aftermath.
Cobaaron slowed, when Ky stilled. She lay content on his chest. He stilled until she caught her breath, before once again rocking his hips. For a moment she thought of saying, “No, wait, I’m too sensitive.” But she liked the intense sensation, and kissed him instead. Cobaaron increased his thrusts, and his breaths quickened. He hugged her close. The tip of his shaft was kneading her cervix. Slowly he was adding more pressure.
He glimpsed between them, watching their act of love. The sight drove him over the edge. He drummed into her and groaned. Ky uttered erotic words, knowing it heighten his pleasure. She felt his warm seed enter her. He held it in, tightly pressing inside her. Then he slowly swayed, before stilling as he panted heavily against her.
“I love hearing your sounds.” Cobaaron eagerly kissed her. “I was excited that entire time. I didn’t think I would last. I was turned on, knowing I’m extremely fertile if we conceived without trying. I won’t lie. It’s a huge ego boost,” he gloated.
“Well, I suppose in this world, it’s quite a triumph,” Ky said. Conceiving wasn’t something that excited her during sex though.
“Oh, there is no supposing. This is my greatest achievement yet,” Cobaaron bragged. “I got my woman pregnant simply by having strong seed.”
CHAPTER FIVE
After spending nearly a month in the underground gardens, Ky started to show a small bump under her navel even though she ate little except peppermint leaves. Her protruding belly was so subtle that Cobaaron couldn’t see it. But she was so thin that she supposed she’d notice any change or tightness of her belt. Fortunately, her sickness completely passed, and she had more energy. Taking advantage of her interest in exercising, they made their way to the highlands.
When they took the last few steps leaving the mountain, Ky scented the distinct aroma of ocean and the pungent mix of seaweed and salt. They stopped immediately because they stood on a cliff. Enormous waves crashed against the rocks below and sprayed them with a fine mist. The dark sea was vast, and huge waves crashed into one another.
Cobaaron clasped her hand as they shuffled along the narrow ledge. They hugged the side of the mountain that had clams and gray coralline algae covering every inch of the black rock. There were also strange small eyeballs inside some of the clamshells that followed their movements, and snapped shut as they passed. Cobaaron picked a few white-fleshed clams as they slowly made their way. He offered her some, but it made her queasy. She even allowed a few feet to separate them, so she didn’t hear the sounds when he ate a morsel. Thankfully, he wasn’t slurping, or she’d have heaved.
“There’s the bridge.” Cobaaron pointed to a rope overpass with narrow boards whipping violently. The suspended walkway stretched out over the water, close to the wild waves. It constantly crashed as if a storm was threatening, but there was no wind. Poles kept the bridge from drifting, but didn’t keep the surface steady. The bridge thrashed with such force it seemed impossible to cross.
“I’m afraid to walk on that, Cobaaron. It heads out to sea with no end in sight. I’ve seen what lives in water: mermaids, giant crabs, and that’s what I’ve seen.” Ky shook her head, refusing to take another step. “Please tell me there is another way.”
“It will be completely fine. Watch this.” Cobaaron sped to the bridge with astonishing balance on the narrow pathway. He yelled to make sure she watched. “See?” He stepped onto the bridge, and the sea calmed. The water was flat and still.
“How did you do that?”
“I didn’t. The bridge is charmed.”
He held her hand, and Ky stepped onto the rickety planks. She held tightly to the rope railing, not impressed with crossing it while pregnant. She was paranoid something would happen to her baby. She voiced her concern by saying, “My knee
s feel weak.”
“You’ll be fine. I’ll get you and our child to the city. I promise you, Ky. This bridge is safe or I wouldn’t bring you this way,” Cobaaron assured her. His confidence made her feel slightly better.
“Lu Lu,” Ky replied. “We should start calling her Lu Lu.” Cobaaron nodded. “Between you and me, I’m not fond of the name, but apparently that has been decided for us.”
Cobaaron laughed. “I don’t like Lu Lu either—in fact, I hate it. I’m sure I’ll think of an appropriate nickname.”
At first, she was petrified since it felt like she would fall, but then Cobaaron told her that the bridge’s magic kept people from toppling into the sea. After that, she loosened her white-knuckle grasp and scuffed her feet confidently.
They continued a pleasant tête-à-tête; obviously he was distracting her by describing the City of Lights and they discussed changes once they arrived.
A few miles out to sea, something caught Ky’s eye, but as she focused, she saw nothing. When she stopped, it caught Cobaaron’s attention. Ky saw the same silvery gleam again. Chrome, shimmery light glistened from a human-faced fish with a small body and an incredibly long tail fin. The shy sea dweller swam with graceful weightlessness at a distance, and never came close.
“That’s an angel fish. You get to see them, after all. Keep walking. There will be plenty of time to see them. In fact, go in front of me.”
Ky gripped the unsteady rope railing, passed him carefully, and with a scream she tipped over, falling on a magical barrier that kept her on the bridge. She panted when she realized she hadn’t tumbled in. Cobaaron chose the worst time to say, “See? You can’t fall in.”
“Don’t be cheeky!” she snapped, and pushed off the invisible protection before stepping in front to lead the way.
“If you’re going to yell at me you should choose words I know so I can respond with an equally valid argument. I’m positive I wasn’t being cheeky, unless it means to show one’s wife she cannot fall off a bridge.”
“That is definitely not what it means.”
“I didn’t think so,” he snickered.
She watched the iridescent angel fish timidly swimming beside them as they walked for miles, but it never got closer. Suddenly it fled, as if something frightened it. Ky became nervous, thinking a bigger fish lurked. Clearly sensing her fear, Cobaaron said, “Relax. We’re about to pass over the spawning moons. They sting.”
Ky didn’t understand what spawning moons were, but guessed they were some kind of fish. After a short walk, a soft glow lit the horizon. When they got close, Ky noticed the familiar sea creatures. “Oh, jellyfish.”
As with everything in Ky’s new world, there was little that resembled the native jellyfish to Earth. The peach-colored creatures pumped their bells as millions drifted midair in a large arch, swimming not only through the ocean, but overhead; gracefully circling the bridge. As they glided mindlessly, their bodies slowly split in two. It was the dividing that made her realize why they were called spawning moons.
The glowing creatures lit the bridge as they continued for several miles. When they dwindled in numbers and the light dimmed, Cobaaron said, “Well, we’ve reached the halfway mark.”
“Halfway? I thought we’d cross by now. I need a break then, because my feet are swollen,” Ky said. She did her best not to mention it, because she knew he would offer to carry her, and she didn’t want to tire him. The bridge’s constant tilting nauseated her, and with swollen achy feet, she finally had enough, and stopped.
“I’ll carry you. Come here.” Cobaaron reached for her.
“No, please. Carrying me would make me sicker. I need a breather, that’s all.”
“Alright, alternative transportation.” Cobaaron whistled loudly, and then scanned the water and horizon. Seconds later Cobaaron embraced Ky, and tucked her to his chest. Then as an obvious distraction, he kissed her.
When the water broke with a violent disruption, Cobaaron tightened his grip and jumped. She seized his arms, startled by the unexpected leap. Out of curiosity, she pulled away from him enough to see the pale, gray stingray with a huge wingspan soar beneath them. They landed on its smooth back, and slid to a halt upon reaching the hump before its long tail.
The stingray flapped its wings again, carrying them twenty feet above the water, because the sea began to churn violently. Once again, the bridge jostled wildly.
The ride was bumpy, and it was difficult to hold on. Ky could see why Cobaaron didn’t suggest flying. The flapping wings created turbulence and the cold mist made the breeze uncomfortable. Ky instantly felt sick, and no matter how many peppermint leaves she ate, it didn’t help. Thankfully, the stingray was fast. It only took two hours to finish crossing the sea.
Ky noticed small rolling hills with very thin tall trees approaching. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course, Cobaaron,” Ky answered, but the fact he had to ask her made her nervous. He asked that very thing too many times, and then threw her into dangerous circumstances.
He waited and watched, as they approached land. When the stingray abruptly veered to the right, Cobaaron shoved Ky. She zipped down the sharp angle of the wing with Cobaaron right behind her. The stingray flapped upward, and Cobaaron and Ky were tossed through the air. With an enormous splash, the creature dove into the water as they fell toward land.
Seconds later, Ky collided with a treetop. She slid down a dark emerald-green blade that lit up a brilliant yellow. Ky wasn’t hitting branches at all. She was gracefully slipping down a giant slide that arched to the right. She descended to the muddy ground with a splat.
Cobaaron pointed upward when he landed next to her. “Tall grass. We’re in the pigmy giants’ northern territory.”
“Pigmy giant?” Ky snickered. That seemed like an oxymoron.
“They’re ten-feet-tall giants. They’re pigmy because they’re small by comparison. They’re also as stupid as russux-oxen. However, they’re attracted to women, so if one grabs you, shine to kill it. You’ll be fine, though. They usually ask permission first. They won’t care what your answer is, but it will give you a second to fry them. Don’t bother replying, Ky, just shine.” He gleamed triumphantly and added, “But you’re already pregnant, so some may not want you.”
“Good thing you knocked me up then,” Ky said playfully.
“What does that mean? I didn’t beat you.”
“It means pregnant. Never mind.” She giggled under her breath, and then said, “Well, as long as I stay close to my protective husband, I’ll be fine.”
He took her by the hand and stated: “I’m glad you’ve noticed I’m possessive, otherwise you might never see it, and I truly am. Hopefully, it comes across as caring about you.”
“It does. I know you’d do anything for me, and I’m sure I’d go to great lengths to take care of you.” Ky grinned, hoping he noticed her flirting, though she was positive he was by stating his feelings. She knew he was telling her that he loved her. “I love you, too, Cobaaron.” He chuckled, and then replied that was what he meant.
They walked carefully through the grass, avoiding tall blades, because the pigmy giants’ tracked movements by watching for the yellow bursts of light. Ky followed in Cobaaron’s footsteps. They quietly passed large holes; some had smoke billowing up from the vents that smelled of delicious food. Ky didn’t realize how hungry she was until her mouth watered. She would have asked if giants were inside the holes, but Cobaaron put his finger to his lips, cautioning her not to speak. She trusted him, and they hurried passed, until the majority of the holes were dark and cold.
“They’re underground huts for pigmy giants. They may be excellent diggers, but the clan is so dumb they forget where they live, and unearth more temporary dwellings,” Cobaaron whispered. He squeezed her hand telling her not to worry, and they would soon find an abandoned home far from their village, and sleep peacefully. “Do you need me to carry you? Just...”
“You don’t have to.”
; Cobaaron covered her mouth. “Sh! Love, I was going to say, nod; don’t speak. You don’t understand. Pigmy giants are extremely attracted to women.” Ky pouted apologetically, but she thought because he spoke, she was allowed since they were beyond the village. Cobaaron picked her up, and then said, “We must leave.” He sprinted with Ky in his arms. She felt nauseated after flying a stingray, but with Cobaaron bouncing her around she felt like she would be sick. She swallowed hard, and tried to get peppermint from her dwindling supply.
He raced from the village, and ran through the thick grass until they passed the muddy land. When the soil became thick with firm clay, and old hollowed out homes speckled the earth, Cobaaron sought an adequate resting place.
As he searched, Cobaaron abruptly stopped. He glanced around while he scented the air. “We’re being followed, and I’m not outrunning them while carrying you. I better settle this. Stay out of the holes. I don’t know where they all are. And whatever you do, don’t talk. They find women’s voices as erotic as sexual moans, because they don’t live around women,” Ky nodded, acknowledging his warning. “Stay close. Shine if I don’t notice one grabbing you.”
The moment he set Ky down, pigmy giants emerged from the grass. First, there were only five, but then their numbers tripled as more stepped into view. Soon, there were twenty, and then fifty. The tall, bulky men shared the same tangled cherry-blond hair, and light gray eyes. Their physique was similar to Cobaaron’s, and like animals wore no clothes. Ky became frightened, not only for herself but also Cobaaron. They were surrounded by over a hundred of the giants. Ky gripped Cobaaron’s arm, holding tightly.
The earth rumbled as a particularly large pigmy giant approached. The strangers parted, stepping aside while the largest moved to the front. He stared at Ky, but he stopped in front of Cobaaron. “Give her, so we may know her.”
“Touch her and I’ll break your hands. Seek to sleep with her, and I’ll kill you,” Cobaaron responded coolly.
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