The Lotus Ascension

by Adonis Devereux

  Sillara led Konas by the hand to the bed, where she pushed him down onto the plush pillows. Konas rolled across the blankets, luxuriating in the feel of the bed. He pulled Sillara down with him and flipped her over on her back. He spread her legs and slid down to rest his face near her navel. She smelled delicious, and her tits rose like mounds. Sillara leaned her head back on the bed and thrust Konas down with her thighs on his shoulders.

  Konas took his cue and ate her pussy, starting with sucking her clit. He parted her nether lips with one hand brought round top, exposing her pink nub to his tongue. He fiddled with it with the tip of his tongue, alternating that play with slow licking and sucking. As she gyrated on his face, he knew she was working toward a quick but light orgasm. He forced it by licking up her entire pussy, ending at the clit with a nibble. Sillara shuddered and whined as she climaxed.

  Konas slipped a finger and then two into her cunt, lubricating his long digits. He pulled out and pressed his fingers against her anal rosebud, which tightened but then quickly relaxed at his touch. He slipped his middle finger into her asshole as he continued to lick, suck, and nibble at her pussy. She fucked his face until she came a second time. Nothing deep and earth-shattering yet. Just a taste of what was to be expected. Sillara came best when she rode Konas, when she was in control of the pace, depth, and angle. Konas was saving that position for later.

  Without looking, Konas reached up under his pillow and found the metal egg still there. He wound it up as he licked her clit, and once the egg clicked, he released it. He pressed the vibrating egg against her nub as he ran his tongue slowly up her pussy lips while simultaneously fingering her ass. Sillara's whole body wiggled on the bed, and Konas, too, affected by the burning shalar humped the pillow beneath his crotch. Everything felt good; everything smelled wonderful; everything looked beautiful. Sillara swam in place, and once she started running her fingers through Konas's hair, she could not stop. She grabbed handfuls of his yellow hair, pressed his face into her pussy, and came. She moaned and whined constantly, and Konas made deep noises with his throat throughout their sex.

  Sillara laughed and moved the egg off her clit. “It tickles.”

  Konas gave it another twist and then shoved it up her ass. Sillara squealed in delight, and Konas kept eating. In time he kissed his way up her body, but when he got to her breasts, he stopped. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, increasing sensitivity by bringing blood into the flesh. After a long, hard suck, he ran his tongue under her nipple, flicking it against his top row of teeth. At the same time, he arched his back so that his pelvis rested near hers. He slipped his cock into her pussy, and as he drove it home, he completed his journey upwards by locking his lips with hers. Sillara grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him close. She bucked against him, wild with sex. Konas could feel the egg vibrating in her ass, and the sensation against his balls was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It did not make him want to come; it was as if the vibrations resonated throughout his entire body. Every part of Sillara felt perfect.

  They fucked until they tore the bed apart, and the fury of their sex was quite the opposite of the intimate lovemaking they had done just the other night. Konas was desperate to find what she liked to do, what she wanted to do. Sure she liked all her sex with him, but he wanted to discover that one thing she went mad for. Perhaps it was this—a long day of fucking with no thought for anything. Fucking with abandon. Sillara and Konas turned the bed inside out. He lifted her while still fucking her and walked around the room. They toppled furniture. They fucked on a table until it broke beneath them. They laughed as they pulled themselves from the splintered wreckage only to find some other surface to fuck on. Sillara howled her pleasure. Konas was convinced this was what Sillara had been waiting for. He had to fuck her so long and so hard that she would not even be able to keep her eyes open afterwards. He had to fuck her until she passed out, and such a feat would require every last bit of his orgy-master powers.

  The egg was gone, lost somewhere in the ruins of the bedchamber. But it did not matter, for Konas had other implements at his disposal. He unveiled the toy he had been working on the last two weeks, a harness like a belt to be worn by Konas. There was a hole in the middle of the belt at the top. Konas slipped his cock through it, and Sillara's eyes twinkled in anticipation. Into the other hole he slipped a brass dildo, which he secured with snaps and straps. Konas stood before Sillara with two cocks protruding from him.

  Sillara nodded and pulled Konas down on top of her. Konas grabbed an unshattered vial of oil nearby and poured its aromatic contents over the dildo. He raised Sillara's right leg high, getting access to her rosebud, and pressed the cold brass toy against her ass. It was tricky, but he brought his cock down, too, and slapped its head against her clit. Pulling back slightly, he aligned his cock against her pussy and the dildo against her ass. With his hand on the dildo, he thrust forward slowly. It slipped into her back passage just as his cock slid home in her pussy.

  “Oh, yes.” Sillara writhed on the bed, bereft of reason. Konas seized the moment to take from her all that she could give him, to satisfy her beyond her dreams, to fuck her into delirium. He slammed his cock and dildo into her over and over again, drilling for her cum, which she gave him in waves. She howled and clawed at him just as she clawed her own body. She yanked her hair and beat the bed with her fists. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her eyelids fluttered. Their sex could not get better.

  And then it did. Sillara's eyes snapped open, and she sighed. “I guess there's only so much even an orgy master like you can do in a town like this.” Her tits bounced and her voice jolted as Konas thrust into her.

  Sillara's challenge brought Konas's cum rushing up his cock, but he pulled out just in time to prevent spraying his seed. Konas loved it when she talked back to him, because he enjoyed doling out punishment. He jumped to his feet and scooped Sillara up in his arms. After four years of masturbation thinking about Sillara, having her now was a dream. “My little wife,” he said looking down at her, “I'll show you what a Seranimesti can do with few resources.”

  Sillara's eyebrows rose in silent challenge, and Konas laughed. He kissed her forehead and walked over to the far wall, picking his way among the room's wreckage. They had broken almost everything, and now Konas would break Sillara. He set her down and yanked the tapestry from the wall, revealing chains that hung from the ceiling. They ended in leather straps. Konas took Sillara by the wrists, turned her to face the wall, and bound her to the chains. He had installed them one day while she was in conference with Vaelus and the town elders.

  Sillara looked back over her shoulder, and as she could not use her hands to move her hair out of her face, she shook her head from shoulder to shoulder. Her long black ringlets spilled down her back, hanging just above her shapely ass. Konas's ass, to do with what he liked. When Konas stepped away from her, she asked him where he was going.

  Konas pointed down at the harness and dildo. “I'm going to wash this off.” He grabbed his hard cock. “This is going in your ass now.”

  Sillara smiled and rubbed her legs together. “Hurry back,” she mouthed, and Konas leapt to his task, unwilling to waste a single moment away from her.

  Once clean, Konas sneaked up on Sillara and spread her ass cheeks apart. He went down on his haunches and stuck two fingers up her cunt, cupping her bare mound underneath. He smeared edible oil across her anal rosebud and ate what was offered there. His tonguing of her asshole and fingering of her pussy caused Sillara to squirm and bite her lips in a long moan. Her ass pushed back against Konas's face, and he drove his fingers in deeper.

  “Eat my ass,” Sillara said. “Eat it all.”

  “Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?” Konas slapped her buttock.

  Sillara looked back over her shoulder, letting her hair spill down over his head. “I'm the orgy master's wife. Doesn't that put me in charge?”

  Konas liked their little game, and he liked to ea
t ass, if it was well presented. As Sillara was nearly an anal virgin, her rosebud was clean and fresh. Pussy was hit and miss, but a nice ass was incomparable. Konas dipped down farther, sticking out his tongue to lick her pussy, too. Sillara's cunt was always a hit. He switched hands, reaching up now with his left hand to penetrate her back passage with his fingers as he tended to her wet pussy lips. His jutting tongue sought out her inner warmth, and Sillara went up on her tiptoes, sticking her ass out as far as she could. Konas feasted until she came in his mouth and down his chin.

  Konas rose to his feet and grabbed her by the waist, holding her steady to penetrate her. But Sillara whined and tried to get away. Konas slapped her ass and commanded she be still. She looked back at him with fear in her eyes—her play-acting was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

  Coming from behind was easier, and Konas had no trouble sliding the dildo into her pussy while simultaneously slipping the head of his long, thick penis into her ass. Sillara's buttocks flexed, and she shied away, but Konas's firm grip on her hips held her fast. With a slow but steady upward thrust, Konas buried himself and his toy inside Sillara. She had amazing control over her pussy, for she gripped the dildo the way she had grabbed his cock from the inside. Konas could feel the toy twitching in the harness. But her back passage was sexier to Konas, because as he was sheathed there, he utterly dominated her. He claimed her ass as his own, and she surrendered it to him. It excited him to think that she could not escape even if she wanted to; she was chained to the wall, and Konas would take what pleasure he wanted from her body.

  Konas reached up and around, wrapping his strong hand around her throat just beneath her jawline. He pulled her head back and to the side, lengthening her beautiful neck. It begged to be kissed and bitten. Konas licked her salty skin and sucked at her lovely flesh. The low moan that came from deep inside her vibrated against his hand. His hard cock split her ass again and again; the thick dildo pressed against his penis through the thin wall between her pussy and back passage. There was no part of Sillara that was not his. He had her, and she gave everything to him. Sillara—his wife, the love of his life, the most perfect woman in Gilalion, beauty of the world. Konas looked back to the center of the room where the statue of Abrexa stood. In his heart he said a silent prayer of thanksgiving to her.

  Konas turned back and bit down into Sillara's neck, taking a hunk of flesh in his mouth and sucking on it hard. He tightened his grip on her throat as he thrust deeper and harder. Sillara moaned and, opening her mouth, turned her head and licked up his earlobe.

  Sillara nibbled at the tip of his Ausir ear, and Konas abandoned himself to ecstasy. “My husband, my sex-teacher.”

  Konas was close, and he knew his own unleashing would send Sillara over that final edge. But he never got to come. Angry voices shattered Konas's shalar-induced sex trance. He felt rough hands grab him, and the next thing he knew, he was on his back on the cold floor with four men yelling in his face. Konas looked up at Sillara. Other men were removing her manacles and hastily covering her with blankets and pillows while they screamed their horror at Konas.

  The next few minutes was a confusing mish-mash of raised voices screaming in a barbaric tongue, swords drawn on Konas, and Sillara pleading with the men. The Desertmasters had caught them fucking. Now they knew he was not her father. They dragged Konas off kicking and screaming, naked, with the dildo harness still attached to him. As the door closed on Sillara weeping, Konas knew the Desertmasters would never let him see her again. They screamed at him and beat him. Konas curled up like a baby and sheltered his head with his arms.

  Sillara's voice screamed out in the ancient Sunjaa tongue of the Desertmasters, and the blows did not fall anymore. Konas looked up to see the murder in their eyes; they would have killed him if Sillara had not stopped them.

  Sillara barked out something else. She threw a robe around herself, cloaking her lovely naked body from the intruders. Konas could not understand her, but fury blazed in her eyes, and the men shrank away from her. She called out, and the outer door of the house opened. In came two more guards, who, after hearing Sillara's orders, stood confused, looking at each other in wonderment.

  Sillara repeated her command, and the two newcomers and the other two guards took by the arms the two who had beaten Konas and dragged them away.

  Sillara knelt beside Konas. “I’m sorry, my husband. Are you all right?”

  Konas nodded his head that felt two sizes larger. His ears rang, and he felt his lip swelling. Sillara took his head in her lap, and she stroked his hair and kissed his brow.

  “They dared lay violent hands on my husband, a lord of the Seranimesti house. They shall pay for their folly with their lives.”

  Konas tried to smile up at her, but Sillara shushed him.

  “Do not try to move. I will take care of everything, and these Desertmasters will know what it means for me to be Queen.”

  Konas succumbed to the lure of sleep.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Sunlight streamed through the window, and Sillara pulled the sheet over her head. She was not ready to face Vaelus or any of the Desertmasters. She wanted to return to her dream.

  Her dream.

  With the skill she had always possessed, one she suspected she had inherited from her great-grandmother Mirel, last of the telepaths, Sillara pulled the dream back around her as it started to fade. Its colors rushed back, and she relaxed into its grip.

  Sillara lay once more on her bed, but she was not alone. Instead Konas was with her, straddling her, his magnificent cock poised at the entrance of her sopping pussy. But though it was Konas with her—for he was her only lover, so how could it be anyone else?—he was not quite the same as her husband. Konas's fair Ausir skin was darker, more like her own milk-and-coffee coloring.

  “My love, my wife.” Sillara's dream-husband whispered words of love in her ear as he leaned over her, teasing her slit with the head of his cock, a cock larger than Sillara remembered.

  “My only love, my soul's own husband.” Sillara in the dream responded with words she had never spoken to Konas. She slipped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her mouth. She kissed him, and the feel of his tongue sliding into her mouth caused her to buck upward, seeking the relief he was denying her.

  Dream-Sillara closed her eyes, inhaling deeply of the scent of burning shalar blossoms. The fragrance traveled throughout her body, heightening her senses. When she opened her eyes, she nearly wept at the beauty of Konas's dark eyes.

  “My soul.” Sillara cradled dream-Konas's cheek in her hand. “Lie back, beloved, and let me pleasure you.”

  Konas nodded, the black tail of his hair slipping over his shoulder as he rolled off her and onto his back. Sillara nestled herself between his knees, lying on her belly and kicking her legs back and forth like a child. And like a child with a favorite treat, she eagerly grasped dream-Konas's dark cock in her hands, sliding her grip up and down his length before taking only the tip into her mouth.

  His cock tasted like heaven, and she could not help herself. She leaned up on her elbows and took the whole length down her throat. As her nose touched the hairless flesh at the base of his shaft, she darted out her tongue to lick his balls. She felt his hand, strong and calloused, slide into the mass of her hair and wrap a handful of her tresses in his fist. He did not, however, pull on her hair. It was like the velveted paws of a lion, a simultaneous expression of his easy dominance in contrast with his current gentleness.

  “Up, my love.” It was still not a tug on her hair that brought her up, but the tracing of his forefinger down her cheek.

  Sillara obeyed, sliding up the magnificent bronze body of her husband, to settle on his abdomen, his cock still tantalizingly outside her.

  He released her hair to cup her face, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. “What do you want from me?” he asked, teasing her slit with the head of his hard shaft.

  Sillara's heart swelled. She wanted his sex, to be sure, but she wanted mo
re, so much more, and it was terribly important that he understand. “You,” she said. “I want all of you. I want to hold you, love you—take you and put your shape into the stars that all might worship your beauty. For you are all that is glorious in the world.”

  Her husband held her close then, sliding his cock inside her aching cunt, and he whispered into her hair. “My love, my little wife, the other half of my soul.”

  Sillara felt him thrust upward gently, and she gripped his shaft with her pussy, enclosing his steel in her silk. She scarcely moved, and yet she felt her climax begin to build.

  “That's it, my soul. Come for me. Show me how much you love me.”

  Sillara closed her eyes and threw back her head as her climax rocked her, blossoming up from her sheath to fill her whole body. Even her tongue tingled, and she collapsed onto his chest, trembling and weeping.

  “Beloved.” Sillara could barely form the word through her tears. Konas had given her orgasms before, but they were nothing like this soul-shattering joy.

  Her husband laughed and kissed her brow, stroking her long, black hair. “I do believe you love me,” he said, kissing her again. “Now let me show my love.” He flipped her over onto her back, without removing himself from her pussy, and he bent his head to her breast. He quickly suckled, drawing up the nipple into a hard point of desire, and then he bit down.

  Sillara howled her pleasure, and he moved to the other breast, repeating his actions. Sillara lost control, and she thrashed beneath him.