by Tina Pollick
"Yes." He shuddered as he held her tight. "Those bastards didn't honor their word. They hid your fire stone and cast you out to make an example of you. They didn't think we'd stand a chance without our general. While they were focused on their next attack, I got away. I returned with a small force and destroyed their base of operations, and then I went looking for the stone."
"Did we win? Is Scoria safe?"
"Yes. They won't bother us again. When you were lost, our people rallied."
She pulled back to look at him. The scar on his face sent a jolt of pain through her heart and she traced it with her fingertips. "How did you get these?"
Emmerich closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. "When I searched for your stone, there were many trials. They were worth it. I'd do anything to keep your stone safe. I knew we'd be able to find you if we could get the stone back to the great pyre."
"You risked so much." She narrowed her eyes. "It wasn't tactically sound."
"Karen, I've been in love with you since we entered the academy together. Of course I risked it." He let out a chuckle, leaned in, and brushed his smooth, scorching lips against hers.
His touched sparked even more heat within her, along with an emotion that sent bile into her throat. Guilt. She pulled back and lowered her gaze to the ground. "Emmerich, I had a husband in the other realm. He left me after I got sick, but—"
"That's over now, and anyone who'd walk out on someone because of an illness like you had doesn't get to call themselves a man. You're here with me, where you belong. Scoria is safe, you're safe, and I don't have to hide my feelings for the general. The war is over, sweetheart. It's time for our lives to begin."
The academy, all the trainings, the ranks, the planning, strategizing, Emmerich had been there for all of it. All the feelings she'd pushed aside for so long tested the edges of her control, swelling inside her chest until each breath took more effort than the last. Duty wouldn't allow her to indulge in the passion she desired, but her commission was at an end. If Scoria was free, so was she, free to indulge in the connection with the man who'd haunted so many of her dreams.
She brought their mouths together again. Emmerich tightened one arm around her waist, and slid the other up her spine before resting it on the back of her neck. His tongue eased between her lips, searing and wet, tangling with hers and changing the mood from relieved to sultry.
All of the longing she'd held in check broke free and flooded her body with a multitude of sensations. She ached in places, throbbed in others, and if the stiffness pressing into her belly was any indication, Emmerich must have experienced something similar.
"Let me take you home." Emmerich groaned the words into her mouth before gliding a hand over her bare butt.
And just like that, tendrils of pleasure took hold of her in all the right places. Never had she known such need. With just a few touches, he managed to whip her fire into a frenzy while filling in the last empty space in her heart, a spaced she'd saved for him. If he continued his tactile exploration, she wouldn't make it to the house.
All she could do was nod. Karen Loughier, high general of Scoria, rendered mute at the hands of her second in command.
He wrapped her legs around his waist and all but marched down the street. Her positioned her high enough to keep her slit in constant contact with his thumping erection. Each step rubbed his turgid shaft against her clit and she contemplated giving him an order to run to intensify the feeling.
She rested her head on his shoulder to keep herself from letting it fall back and looking like a wanton fool. She rocked her hips against him, and clenched her teeth when he moaned her name. By the time they reached their destination, she'd coated the underside of his cock with her oil.
Emmerich opened the door and kicked it closed. He sat her on a decorative obsidian chair and dropped to his knees in front of her.
She recognized the place. It was his house. When he said he'd take me home, he brought me here? Not my house?
"I've waited so long for this." Emmerich slid her hips forward and kissed a slow path up her inner thigh. "I've watched and waited, searched for you, and found you. We've been apart for too long, Karen. I won't waste a single moment." His last word ended with a swipe of his tongue deep into her folds.
She gripped the arms of the chair. Her back arched of its own accord. White and black dots appeared in her field of vision and remained there even through the orange void of her closed eyes.
"Give me your oil. Make my tongue burn bright." He used his fingers to spread her lower lips before suckling with pressure at her clit.
"Emmerich!" She clutched his fiery, silver curls with both hands, holding him to her body while she ground against him. His every touch seemed amplified. Their flames merged until she was aware of his own surrounding her, embracing her with his unique heat signature, and ramping up her arousal. His fire burned hotter, blazing with brilliant light. His heat leapt up her body while his decadent burning tongue lapped at her.
Her nipples tightened, her heart threatened to pound its way out of her chest, he all but drowned her in a boiling ocean of pleasure. Small spasms danced through her muscles while her clitoris pulsed out its own beat. "Emmerich, I'm—"
He pulled his mouth away and thumbed her nub with small circles. "Not yet, sweetheart. I want to be with you." He lifted her from the chair and cradled her in his arms, ignoring her protests. He carried her into another part of the house, and finally stopped in what must have been his bedroom. He placed her gently onto the mattress. The soft fireweave cushioned her body, but there was no time to luxuriate in the fabric.
Emmerich was over her in an instant, spreading her legs with his knees. He settled between her thighs, and stared into her with the flaming cauldrons of his eyes. "I've wanted this for a long time, for as long as I've loved you in secret. I just wanted you to know because—" He rubbed the swollen head of his cock through her moisture and grit his teeth. "Because I don't think I'll be able to hold back."
"I've wanted this too, Em—" His thrust forward ripped the remaining words from her tongue and turned them into a gasping moan. He filled her in one movement before gripping one of her hips and holding it in place with one hand, and resting his weight on the forearm of the opposite arm.
He burrowed into her with deep strokes that shook the bed and the glass objects on the nightstands next to it. A glance down her body provided a view of their coupling. His thick cock disappeared into her depths and emerged glistening, the fire burning white hot between them as he pulled the oil from her body.
She swore, he joined her.
He released her hip and rested her bent knee at the bend of his elbow. He pistoned into her, as searching her for precious treasure. A shift of his arm and he opened her legs wider. She responded by clamping down around him.
He hissed out a breath, released her leg, and pinched a nipple. He never slowed his pace nor the force behind the thrusts that were chipping away at her sanity. The dull pain of his pinch mixed in with the bliss surrounding her. Pain was all she'd known not so long ago. She'd never imagined she'd feel pleasure in its wake.
When Emmerich closed his lips around the sensitive bud, she held the sides of his flexing buttocks and urged him to go deeper.
He obliged.
A torrent of ecstasy snapped her already fragile hold on reality. Tension built around her clitoris and deep in the muscles clenching around Emmerich's tunneling shaft. His devious thrusts created waves of pleasure that rippled through every inch of her. He didn't seem content with bringing her to this point. He drove harder. The pressure deep inside her increased until she swore each strand of hair on her head was sensitized.
He switched to her opposite breast, nipping at the nipple, teasing it, and sucking with a bit of force. He slid his hand between their bodies, and tormented her clit once again. When he squeezed it between his fingers, she was undone.
Her field of vision flashed white, the air seemed tinged with electricity. Her entire body
seized and tingled. Her ears rang. She'd never felt more helpless or more powerful.
Emmerich's release followed hers only moments later, heralded by grunts and a long, deep moan that was a mixture of primal and barely contained euphoria. She knew the feeling. She shared it.
She threaded her fingers through his hair as they lay locked together. A comfortable silence hung between them for several minutes.
When Emmerich did speak, he kept her close, and made no moves to pull himself from her body. "You weren't the only one, Karen."
"The only one to what?"
He cupped her face and turned them to rest on their sides. "They took a lot of fire stones from our people and cast them out. There are still more to bring home."
"Then I'll help. I know that realm well enough now. When do you want to leave?"
He placed a light kiss on her lips and smiled. "How about a few days from now. We've still got some catching up to do."
****
Karen and Emmerich arrived in the city she once believed was her home. She frowned at the smell, the pollution, the refuse, and all the other scents that coalesced to create the unique aroma of human civilization. She adjusted her fireweave cloak, pulled the hood down, and nodded for Emmerich to do the same. The special weave of the hood impeded the flames of her head and gave her a normal appearance.
They zigzagged their way through pedestrians in search of their next location. They'd rescued fifteen of their people so far. Karen's experience with fibromyalgia support groups made it easy to locate others. They were on their way to another of these groups in a different part of town. They walked with their fingers interlaced. She pointed out landmarks while Emmerich walked close.
"Karen?"
She knew the voice, there was no way she'd forget it, but that didn't mean she'd acknowledge it. She continued on as if she hadn't heard it.
"Karen, hold up!" Greg ran up to her and his eyes bulged. "Wow, you look—you look great!" He lowered his gaze to her hand clasped with Emmerich's and the muscles of his jaw flexed. "Who's this?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but this is Emmerich, my fiancé."
Greg's face lost a portion of its color.
"Will you introduce us, sweetheart?" Emmerich smiled and waited.
"This is Greg. My ex husband."
Greg looked too stunned to move, but that wasn't the case with Emmerich.
Her fiancé greeted her ex with a swift right jab, knocking Greg back onto his butt. "She needed you and you turned your back on her. When you make a promise, you keep it no matter what. She deserved that from you. You owed it to her, you bastard." His words flowed through his teeth. After a few breathes, he continued in a calm voice. "In a way, I'm glad you screwed up. We find out who truly cares for us when times get tough."
Karen released Emmerich's hand, stooped down, leaned in close, and whispered in Greg's ear. "I'm not sick anymore, and Emmerich and I have the hottest sex I could ever imagine, and I can imagine quite a lot. We've don't things you don't have in that porn folder on your computer. We have so much sex we've replaced two beds already. Thought you'd like to know since that was always so important to you." She stood and returned to Emmerich's side. "In sickness and in health. Guess who's healthy?"
The End.
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Fantasy of a Housewife
By
April Postlewaite & Tina Pollick
Chapter One
Buzz, buzz. Delinda rolled over swatting the alarm clock. Her eyelids opened no more than a crack hoping this strike would shut the offensive sound up. Whoever created this panicking tone should be shot she thought. Wouldn’t it be nicer to wake up to a nice peaceful noise.? Although she knew even if kittens came to lick her awake, she would still hate mornings just as much. She rolled onto her back, chanting the silent mantra ‘I’m awake, I’m awake.’ She felt a nudge and a loud snore that startled her.
“For the love of God…. I’m awake!” she said out loud, flopping her legs over the edge of the bed as she tried to convince her brain it was indeed time to get up. Every morning Delinda would swear tonight, I will go to bed at a reasonable time. And every night, she would negotiate with herself just five more minutes. It was a never-ending battle and had been for as long as she could remember. Many things kept her up at night. Sometimes it was the television, other times a book. But sometimes, it was her thoughts that kept her awake. It wasn’t that Delinda had a lot of regrets or missed opportunities. She was mostly happy and loved her family and life. Most days. Her mind just wandered; all of the what if’s just seemed to pop into her head, conveniently at midnight.
She fumbled her way through the dark room, grasping for the handle to the bathroom. She kept the light off and turned on the water. She often joked how she could find her way through her house blindfolded. Years of trying not to wake the kids and husband up had helped her perfect this. She loved her kids and husband, but she wanted them to get just that little extra bit of sleep in the mornings while she showered. At least that is what she would say, and had said, for years. Truthfully, a shower in peace was almost as nice as a massage on a deserted island. Once everyone was up, even going to the bathroom for two minutes of peace and quiet never happened. And if it did, shit was hitting the fan somewhere, she just knew it, and she was typically correct. She removed her clothing, and dashed into the shower avoiding the mirror. That damn mirror. She despised that mirror. No matter how she felt, it was like the mirror would tell her Guess Again! It was the one thing in the house that she could imagine herself destroying into a million pieces. This image at least brought a smile to her face.
The hot water caressed her skin; she turned to allow the drops to pelt her face as she rubbed the sleep away and finished washing. She thought about the dream she had the night before. Not all of the details were clear, and the ones that were clear made simply no sense. Why the hell did I dream about a dragon? , she thought to herself, blaming it on one of the many stories she would overhear her kids talking about. Or perhaps it was from one of the many kid’s movies that she never watched, but could still quote every word of the movie. Every. Last. Word. She turned the water off with a slight groan. She wasn’t completely awake, and the warmth of the water felt great. She would happily stay in the shower all day. Of all the unknown events likely to occur in any given day, she knew what the morning would bring. It was the same routine and conversations as every other weekday morning. Just like yesterday and the day before.
During the week on a school day however, it was World War Three. No morning would be complete without the arguments on who started it, who touched who first, and who doesn’t want to go to school today, along with today’s mystery illness. Her husband would ask if she knew where his socks were. Yeah because I wear them. And let’s not forget the daily Have you seen my keys conversation. How one man could lose his keys 365 days a year completely puzzled Delinda. She walked over to the sink, relieved to see the steam covered mirror. She looked at her fuzzy reflection and smiled, but she knew as soon as the steam was gone, her smile would fade as well.
She knew how much she’d changed since she and Mike got married. No matter how many times he called her beautiful and denied having a problem with her appearance, she herself never accepted her post children and thirty-something image. She dried off then dropped the towel. Her once perky breasts hung a little lower every day. She lifted them with her hands and smiled as they found the position they’d left a long time ago. She leaned back a little, and giggled. If she walked leaning back then her breasts would return to the location of their former glory. She glanced up to the foggy mirror and could see that this backwards arch figure looked more ridiculous than her saggy boobs did; but not by much.
She slipped on her panties, lifting the waistband over the belly bulge. She traced her fingers across the lines that now decorated her once flat and toned
tummy. My belly looks like a damn map. She ran a finger down a particularly long and blue mark. Look here’s the river. She came across a few short ones. Here’s a railroad track. She dropped her hands and sighed. When did this become her? Where did the sexy woman go? She slipped on a pair of sweats. Oh yeah, that’s right, I traded sexy for comfort.
Delinda went, woke her kids and, as she expected, the battles began. No, you may not have five more minutes. Every morning of fighting frustrated her thinking of the six a.m. pounce she received on Saturday mornings. No, you do not have a fever and no your stomach is not hurting. She found her husband’s socks, and then solved the mystery of the missing keys. Seriously Mike, put them in the same spot every day so we can end this daily conversation of where the hell you put your keys. Just like she always swore Tonight, I will go to bed at a reasonable time, Mike made the same daily promise I’ll put them in the same place starting today. Delinda got everyone out the door to where they needed to be along with all of their reminders. Sometimes she felt she should just make a voice recording, gather up the “troops” and play the voice recording before they left the house. After-all, Delinda felt like a broken record most days. That nobody bothered to listen to. Don’t forget to eat your fruit in your lunch. Don’t forget to turn in your homework. Come straight home after school. It was the same conversation every morning, and typically the same result at the end of the day, I forgot my homework or the dreaded phone call, mom I’m at Billy’s, can I stay until dinner? Followed by today’s excuse.
Chapter Two
She collapsed on the couch. How could she be tired already, she just got up? She looked at the clock. Nine a.m.. How those first two and a half hours went by so fast every morning and left her exhausted was a mystery. She now had exactly six and a half hours until the afternoon “shift” began. Prior to being a full time mom and housewife, Delinda had been a bank executive. Skirts and heels, meetings and big deals were part of her daily routine. She was happy that Mike had a job that allowed her to stay at home. A lot of her friends envied her for this, but there were times she envied them. The ability to have interaction with adults was the biggest thing she missed. Especially when the kids were younger and the most exciting part of the day was when her youngest son, Parker, finally had a dirty diaper after days of being fussy. Or when the oldest son, Cooper, actually took a nap during his two year old “I don’t need a nap, but I’m gonna be a cranky ass later” phase. Now the kids were both in school and her days were quieter; much quieter. She could use the bathroom in peace without a knock on the door demanding to either be let in or to answer how much longer she was going to be.