At first, his lips felt cool against hers in the careful kiss. Then he shifted, stroked his thumb over her lower lip as he just barely lifted away. The instant her lips parted for an quick intake of breath his were back, only now they were hot and demanding as he urged her to dive head first into the blaze of unacknowledged passion.
*
OK, the man can really kiss.
Matrise leaned into the intimate caress. She pressed against Halden, kissing him back. She was startled when she felt his fingers dance over the skin of her midriff. He had slipped his hand beneath the thin fabric of the top. He smoothed his fingers over her skin, teasing her nerves alive.
Taking advantage of her acquiescence, Halden allowed his hand to wander upward cup his palm over her breast. Halden palmed the sensitive flesh and Matrise could feel her nipples hardening.
Maybe it’s stress…Hah! That might fly if I hadn’t been dreaming of exactly this for days.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss, his gold eyes bore into hers, the glinting haze had spread over them, muting the blacks of his eyes. Halden watched her, waiting for a sign. Matrise’s breathing became more rapid, she was nervous, as he dropped his hand to play with the hem of the light top she had been wearing for weeks.
What if he doesn’t like what he sees?
Halden looked down as he lifted the fabric the soft material caught on the undersides of her breasts. He watched as he pulled the fabric up, chaffing it against the firm, blushing peaks of her breasts.
*
She’s so lovely R’kowe women aren’t built like this.
He had been right Matrise’s speckled markings glittered like gold in the warm light of the fire he had set so that they could both see their evening meal.
They scattered across her shoulders, the heavy curves of the female mounds that sat high on her chest, they even drifted lower to spangle her belly. Halden discovered as he coaxed Matrise to raise her arms and allow him to fully expose the top half of her body that there were fascinating constellations of gold flecks ringing each nipple and another that trailed across her upper curve of her hi.
Fortunately, she wouldn’t be cold – Halden wanted to etch the image of Matrise into his mind. Equally fortunate, she seemed to be alright with him viewing her body. In fact, judging by the peaking of her nipples under his gaze, she might even enjoy it.
Halden then promptly pulled away from her and stood. He lifted her into his arms. Halden wanted to enjoy Matrise in the bed – they could be creative later. Leaving the mess from the meal to be dealt with later, Halden lengthened his strides as he hastened into the bedchamber.
He dropped onto the bed, sitting with her crossways on his thighs so he could strip the leg-skimmers from her. He knew that he was rushing, but he was barely managing to keep the inferno at bay so that he could make sure that she was comfortable. The only thing that would get him to stop his pursuit of mutual pleasure was if she asked him to.
Matrise did not ask him to pause or stop. Once she was stripped, he roughly stripped his own shirt from his body and pulled Matrise close again so he could reach her lips with his own once more. He toed and wiggled his feet from the boots.
Halden settled onto his back, arranging Matrise so that she straddled his chest, as he lifted his hips to strip the last garment from his body. Finally naked, Halden melded his mouth to Matrise’s, urging her to open his mouth to his so that their tongues could mate and stroke together.
*
When she gave into the demands of his mouth, Halden groaned into the kiss and rolled her beneath him. His bare body settled over hers; she could feel the curling hair that evenly coated his chest tease at her skin.
The heavy weight of his muscled chest pressed against her breasts, his warming flesh chaffed against the hardened peaks of her nipples. He sought out her mouth again with his own when she broke their kiss to haul in a desperate breath.
His tongue swept along the crease of her lips, demanding entrance. Matrise acquiesced, her lips parted and his tongue surged into her mouth. It tangled with her own, flicking and thrusting in an intricate dance, as Halden reached between them.
He found her sensitive flesh eager. He stroked the center of her pleasure till Matrise moaned into the kiss. Halden carefully fit the head of his jutting shaft against the hot, uniquely female opening to her body. He adjusted her legs to rest on his thighs, kept his body hunched so that he could keep his lips on hers.
Matrise knew that Halden was working to distract her with the kiss; however, she wasn’t quite distracted enough to not notice something of immediate importance.
While she might have been almost too busy pursuing her career, her dreams to venture among the stars, she wasn’t a complete novice at the act of sex.
Matrise didn’t have the opportunity to focus on the details of Halden’s anatomy, as he pushed himself inside of her.
That is too big! Should have figured! Giant man, giant…Oh – ok, he’s moving.
*
She was tight. Ultra tight. Too tight. He had barely managed to sheath the head of his shaft inside of her. Halden lifted his lips from Matrise’s and straightened; he stared down at the supple, female body he was striving to claim and basked in the lovely splendor of the woman.
Her skin was flushed with need, her markings glinted rose under the tinted light of sky as stars managed to cast light among the dark of the night. Halden was fascinated by the very precisely groomed patch of hair at the junction of her thighs. The soft springy curls had been meticulously shaped into a long narrow triangle.
Matrise lay panting, eyes closed, her arms thrown out above her lolling head, her hands grasping for purchase in the folds of the blanket that covered the bed. The sounds slipping through her lips, a mix of moans and desperate whimpers, inflamed him, causing his body to jerk slightly within her, promising incredible pleasure.
Well, I will be if I ever manage to get inside her.
Halden laid his hand over the mound of her center and pressed down, carefully squeezing – the heel of his hand crushing tight against her center of pleasure. Matrise gasped and tossed beneath him, caught in a wave of sensation.
Halden leaned forward and brushed his lips against her ear as he repeated the press and squeeze action drawing another burst of breath from her lips. Her response delighted him. She sighed as he stroked her tender flesh.
Her lashes fluttered over her cheeks, delicate as the tremble of smoke in the wind. Halden shifted his hand and gripped the small nub of flesh that seemed capable of inciting such wonderfully devastating results, and rubbing it between his first and opposable digits.
“Oh – oh!” she whimpered thickly against his lips.
“You like when I do this?” Though Halden was sure of the answer, he wanted to hear Matrise say it, or at least confirm the pleasure he was giving her. At her jerky nod, Halden stopped his caress.
Her hips lifted, silently pleading that he resume his stroking. Halden smirked at the flash of green lightning as her eyes opened in nearly disgruntled surprise. He braced his brow against hers and waited for the answer.
*
Jackass!
Matrise was speared on the man’s mammoth equipment, yet despite the pain due the sheer size, she so close to orgasm from the playing of his fingers – and now he wanted her to stroke his ego. To top it off, Halden was withholding that impending orgasm unless she played along.
Desperate, she answered, “Yes. Yes, please.”
Is that how I sound right now? Matrise almost couldn’t recognize her own voice through the low, moaning cadence. Her hips thrust towards his fingers of their own volition, driving his cock the slightest bit more into her body. Matrise gasped at the pressure, but she wasn’t alone. She forced her lids back up so that she could stare at the man kneeling above her.
He had lifted back into an upright position; his eyes were nearly closed, his lips parted as he hissed through his teeth in pleasure. Halden took a few short breaths before he stared down at the place t
hey were joined.
He braced his large hand on her, his long fingers nearly reaching her navel. Halden lightly touched her, barely, a whisper of a caress with the heel of his hand on her center; it in no way satisfied her need.
Her hips drove upward again, seating him yet deeper; Matrise realized the game. Halden wouldn’t risk hurting Matrise by driving the length of his body into hers – instead, he would get her to impale herself in the pursuit of promised pleasure.
After the next couple of surges only sheathed him another inch, Matrise was about to inform Halden that this wasn’t going to work – she was too tight. Part of her didn’t want to since with every thrash of her hips she could see the pleasure intensify on his face; his breathing became more ragged, his lips even started to tilt in titillating smile.
Suddenly his gaze focused on hers – gold and black to blue and white – and she felt it, the jerk of his body inside her. Suddenly there was more moisture slicking her flesh. It was hot and seemed to ignite the need burning between them. Matrise couldn’t stop the shift of her body or the little yelp that escaped her lips
*
Halden was experienced enough to know panic when he saw it. Halden levered his body over hers, gripped her wrists and held her, pinned her to the bed; he could wait out her hesitation over his size as he slowly continued to ease inside her body.
As he pinned her, keeping his hands firm, but gentle, Halden leaned in close and nuzzled his face into her neck just below her ear and cooed, to her. Whispering against Matrise’s sweat dampened flesh in between the laps of his tongue; he worked his way up her neck, played his lips, tongue, and teeth over the sensitive shell of her ear.
Halden caught the lobe and tugged. Then, he drifted his lips down, across her cheek, to her lips. He took her mouth in a long languid kiss.
When Matrise finally responded fervently to the kiss, Halden lifted his mouth away so that he could watch her.
*
The man was a divine kisser, seeming to know just how to sip at her lips and thrust his tongue in rhythm to the internal hum of her body. He lifted his mouth from hers and they both felt the flash of heat inside her. The way Matrise’s tight, stretched muscles seemed to immediately relax, her best guess was that it was some sort of natural lubricant.
Unfortunately – or was it fortunately, Matrise didn’t know, that lubricant not only relaxed her body, but heightened the sensation of the thick shaft inside her. She could feel the throbbing veins. Suddenly the need was too much for her – she had to have him
“Please, please,” she pleaded.
“What do you want Matrise?”
Damn the man and his insistence on words! Matrise lifted her legs, only to dig her heels into the upper curves of his perfect ass, desperately trying to drive him forward; she wanted him to fill her - completely. Matrise arched beneath him, her relaxed muscles coming back to life – this time clenching, trying to draw him deeper.
Finally he moved; with a snarl, finally he gave in to the demands of both their bodies and thrust hard, nearly sheathing himself to the hilt within her burning body. Everything disappeared between them, around them. All that was left was Matrise, Halden, and pleasure – lots of pleasure.
*
A sudden clamping of Matrise’s body on his dashed all reflective and higher thought from his consciousness; instead he became a servant to his partner’s pleasure. And she wanted more.
Halden drew back only to slam his hips forward once more, and again, and again. He set a demanding rhythm – hard, fast, unrelenting. Matrise proved an able match, rising beneath him to meet each plunging thrust. He sealed his mouth over hers, drinking in the cries that rose from her throat with every deep drive.
He knew that neither of them would last much longer this initial mating. He also heard from deep within himself, from a soul Halden had always doubted the existence of.
I’m never going to want another woman after her, am I? She really is my mate. This burning, this unrelenting need could be nothing else.
Letting that last though drift away, Halden focused on the delectable, writhing female beneath him; the vibrant blue eyes had gone glassy as she was consumed in the moment, she would shatter soon. Soon he would get to see the pleasure consume her.
*
Matrise was so full, with every thrust Halden seemed to go deeper. She was stretched wide, and felt well and truly branded by the shaft of steel within her body.
The feeling was more than she had ever expected. Matrise realized that the sounds on the air, mingling with the hush of the room and the abandoned city beyond the pane-less window, the guttural cries, were her own. Every time Halden withdrew even the slightest, her body clung to his, trying to keep him seated deep inside of her.
Even as Halden gripped her hips, shifting the angle of her hips, the relentless pattern of thrust and withdrawal never ceased. The increased friction from the tighter angle propelled Matrise closer and closer toward the promised peak of delight. Halden braced his body over hers. The pleasure on his face was raw, almost animalistic in its intensity.
She could tell that the sensation was building for him as well. In between ragged breaths, Halden would bit his lips together. His head was thrown back. His eyes, shuttered. He throbbed within her. The pulsing proved to be a delightful counter rhythm to the deep penetration of her body as Matrise hurtled toward the brilliant haze of burning pleasure.
“Come on,” whispered his dark voice. “You are so close I can feel you clamping around me, desperately trying to keep me deep within you.” Halden smirked down at her, his eyes beginning to glaze as he approached his own peak.
While she had tended to avoid more vocal partners, Matrise couldn’t truly find his verbalism annoying when it actually made her so very hot; the timbre of his voice laced so heavily with raw desire and the blatant sexuality of his words were all that were needed to push Matrise over the edge. She exploded in an intense shower of sparks, bliss cascading in tidal waves of pure sensory delight.
*
She is so beautiful when consumed by the pleasure of flesh. The woman surged beneath him. Her sheath clamped on him, urging his pleasure to peak so he could join her in the moment of explosive heat.
Halden doubted Matrise realized she had wrapped her arms about his chest, or that her short nails were finding hold in his flesh. She screamed out her pleasure, the brilliant sobbing cry ringing out in the tolerable cool air of the night.
As his own pleasure threatened to break, he gazed down at Matrise, he could see her so clearly sprawled on the bed. Her body rippled and bucked, wave after wave of pleasure racking her delicious form. So consumed in Matrise’s pleasure, Halden didn’t notice his own peak sneaking up on him. When it broke, he was sent tumbling into bliss beyond that he had ever experienced before.
Chapter 8
It was the rustling sound that woke him. The sound wasn’t coming from outside the building he had claimed in Sidel. No, it was coming from inside. Worried that one of the main predators of Rodnekow'E had managed to get inside, Halden slipped from the bed. Matrise stirred at the shift of the bed, but settled back to sleep.
Halden eased his sword from its sheath and silently slipped into the hall that would lead to the main room. As he eased around the final corner, he was astounded to find not a predator but a scavenger.
An R'kowe scavenger. The man was ancient and hunched as he rummaged in the food supplies Halden and Matrise had been gathering. The ancient R'kowe muttered the entire while as he swiped a dūdol out of the trough Matrise had been piling them in and bit into it.
Halden crept up behind the man and waited. He could tell by the sudden stiffening of the man’s body he had realized he wasn’t alone anymore. Halden lifted his sword and lightly rested it on the intruder’s shoulder. The old man turned slowly, his hands raised in non-aggression.
When he faced Halden, the old man’s eyes widened at the sight of Halden’s nudity.
“I – I meant no harm.”
; “Yet you come in here and steal?”
“No one survives the Lower Jungle for long – I assumed that whoever had been here had already met with their end.”
“So you would steal from the dead?”
“Not the things, but it seems a waste to let good food spoil.”
Halden agreed with the man, but continued to stare him down. “Who are you,” he finally demanded.
“M-me? I am called Akt now.”
As an akt was a smooth rock Halden asked, “and before now?”
“Been a long time since then…” the old man muttered his voice trailing off.
“And before?” Halden asked again, more forcefully this time.
“Before I was called Tajka – but such a name would mean nothing to a boy as young as you.”
“Tajka. One of the first War Lords under the King of the previous Eon?”
“You know?” Tajka demanded in shock.
“Yes. Tajka also served as a makhej.”
“That is correct, but how do you know this – I was sure that the Twin Usurpers would have destroyed all mention of me, especially after I criticized the smarter of them – Ediskrad.”
“Perhaps, but as a War Lord – former by now I am sure – I would know the names of those that have come before me. You must have some Power to still be alive. Aside from the King, you would be the only R'kowe to remember the state of Rodnekow'E before they took the Power of the Eon.”
“You are War Lord?”
“I was.” Halden acknowledged.
“There is no ‘was’ until another is tested and named. Why would you no longer be serving in your role?”
“I betrayed the King.”
“So calm about your treason,” Tajka commented.
“I had no choice.”
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