by AC Ellas
Rak winced, then grinned. “While I agree that it wasn’t a very nice prank to do, at least it gives me more time with you.”
“That’s true, but we Arrai hold to a higher standard than do some other sects,” teased Ave.
Rak smiled but didn’t try to argue that point. “M’lady, shall we go?” He led her out to the landing field where Scorth waited.
Once they were in the air, Rak wrapped his arms around her and began to kiss her passionately. She melted into his embrace, enjoying the feel of his muscular body beneath the simple working uniform he wore. After a few minutes, she pulled away. “Rak…we need to talk!” she shouted over the wind rushing past them.
Rak nodded agreement and didn’t persist in his affections. His self-control was yet another thing she admired about him. A few minutes later, Scorth spiraled down, landing in a secluded oasis on the far end of the mighty plateau from Okyro. Since this oasis consisted of a few stunted trees and a spring that appeared for less than ten feet before going back underground, it wasn’t well utilized. No one was permitted to live on the plateau other than in the city, and most patrols occurred around the plateau, not on it.
Ave smiled as she sat down on the soft sand by the water’s edge.
Rak joined her, tucking one foot under himself and stretching the other out, his back against a tree trunk. He regarded her with a slight smile on his lips and remained silent, obviously waiting for her to speak first.
Ave tossed her copper hair over a shoulder, glanced at him coyly, and asked, “Siflion Rak, will you marry me?” She saw no point in beating around the bush, and here in Okyro, it was the woman’s place to ask this, not the man’s.
Rak reached out and swept a stray tendril of her hair back behind her ear. “Of course I will, Ave. I love you.”
“And if I want you now?”
“I am yours for the taking, m’lady. If you can figure out how to tie me down out here, then by all means...” His suggestive leer was a challenge. And she couldn’t resist a challenge.
Ave chuckled as she undid the laces at the neck of his tunic. “I am going to make you mine, Rak of the Thezi.”
Clothing flew every which way as they undressed each other. At last, Rak was naked and so was she, sitting on his thighs. She admired his lithe, muscular body, noting the faint scars, some of which were in odd places, and the vivid tattoos he bore on his lower abdomen, forearms and hips. Tattoo flames cascaded over his shoulders and upper arms, hinting at even more permanent artwork on his back. She ran a hand from his chest to his belly, and even lower, tracing the geometric design that suggested wings, before touching his manhood for the first time, feeling it grow and harden in her hand. The total lack of body hair was a little disconcerting at first, but she found that she no longer cared once the full size of his erect penis became apparent.
She stood up, giggling as she pulled him along by that large, thick pole that jutted out so imperiously.
Rak followed her silently as she led him to an open area of soft sand.
“Lie down on your back,” she said as she pulled up a clump of grass.
Rak did as she asked, and Ave quickly positioned his limbs where she wanted them before placing strands of grass across his wrists and ankles. Concentrating, she whispered a few words that twisted in the air, disappearing almost unheard.
Rak’s eyes widened as he discovered himself bound to the ground by strands of grass and magic.
Ave grinned at his expression. “Are you well bound now, my dear?”
Rak licked his lips. “Yes, m’lady. Very well bound, indeed.”
Ave straddled his stomach, her fingers lightly running down his sides, “Are you ticklish, I wonder?”
Rak squirmed under her touch, gasping with restrained laughter.
“Ah, I see that you are.” She removed her hands, “Of course, that wasn’t really nice of me, was it? You are literally at my mercy now, and I tickle you? What was I thinking?”
Ave scooted down to sit on his thighs, her fingers stroking his shaft.
Rak gasped softly at the contact, his hips rising up beseechingly. “M’lady,” he whispered, and Ave rose up onto her knees and over him.
Then, she eased herself down, impaling herself on his thick pole. Rak moaned as she enveloped him, and Ave rolled her hips in a little circle, causing further small noises from her bound man.
Then she rode him, using his wonderful cock to give herself immense pleasure, and from the sounds he made, Rak enjoyed every bit of it, too. She’d had lovers before, after all, no one got out of the novitiate with their virginity intact. But Rak was different somehow. Better. And it wasn’t something she could quantify. His wings cupped about her, sliding against her own sensitive wingsails, and conscious thought ceased until an absolutely astounding climax shook her to her very core.
As she came back to herself, she realized a few things. First, no one had ever given her that much pleasure in a single go, ever. Second, it was their love that made it so exceptionally sweet. And third, Rak was still rock hard inside of her, and moaning almost nonstop in enjoyment…and tension.
She thrust her pelvis a few more times, and Rak continued to gasp and moan softly. She asked softly, “Are you close, my man?”
Rak squirmed beneath her. “M’lady…please. I must have permission…”
Ave’s eyes widened. “You can’t even… without my say-so?”
Rak shook his head, gasping, “No, Ave. Please…the tension is difficult to bear.”
Ave took pity on him. “You may release, my dear.”
Rak’s hips rolled once, and he cried out as his cock throbbed powerfully within her.
Ave ground down, enjoying every nuance of his body as he gave her his seed. Then, he lay still, breathing deeply. She had thought that she’d felt a softening of his penis, but she must have imagined it, for the firm pole was still impaling her body. She asked, “Ah…Rak, are you sure you’re done?”
Rak opened his eyes and looked at her soberly. “Are you, m’lady?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you done using me?” Rak smiled faintly. “It is a simple question. I can hold this erection the rest of the night if you’d like to think about it.”
Ave got the implications, as he must have meant for her to do. She asked softly, “You can come erect on command, can’t you?”
“Yes, m’lady, I can. I was a Royal Dancer, a display piece as much as anything else, and my penis was a part of that display, along with all the tattoos, the gold and the gems...”
Ave felt like she was dying of curiosity. “How many times can you orgasm in a night?”
“I don’t know, m’lady. I lost count every time I tried to keep one.”
Ave’s jaw felt like it was coming unhinged. After a moment’s thought, she began to work her hips again, riding her man at a slower, gentler pace than before.
Rak moaned softly as she ground down onto him again, then whispered, “I do love you, Ave. It is not just lust or need.”
Ave kissed Rak passionately, enjoying the way he responded beneath her. She rolled her hips and was rewarded with his deep moan as he thrust himself upward. As they strove together to reach new heights of pleasure, she whispered, “I would be honored to marry you, my love. I can accept your problems and work around them. It’s worth it to have you.” She rode him out until she’d reached a second, even more enjoyable orgasm. As she felt her own throbs, she said, “You may release,” and Rak cried out again, back arching as his orgasm swept through them both.
She pulled off him entirely once they both had settled and whispered, “Now I am done.”
Rak sighed softly, his penis falling flaccid, still damp with their fluids. “Thank you, m’lady.”
Ave smiled as she admired his elegant, perfectly proportioned body possessively. She could easily understand why he had been made into a sex slave rather than being kept a gladiator, for his body was incredibly beautiful. With a little regret, she gestured with her fingers, wh
ispering two words.
Once his bonds were released, Rak rolled to his side, facing her. “My lady of the Arrai, you have certainly taught this poor Thezi a lesson this evening.”
“And what would that be?”
Rak rubbed his wrists. “You have no need of ropes to bind me, only your will. And your will is stronger than I am.”
Ave laughed lightly as she boldly reached down and stroked his penis. “My dear man, of course I’m stronger than you, I’m a woman!”
About the Author
I’ve long since embraced my inner nerd. I revel in my Greekness and in my Geekness. I have two lives—the mundane reality of life here on earth and the far more interesting life in my head. I love ancient history, ancient forms of combat, target archery, sabre fencing, anything to do with horses other than western saddle stuff, organic food and sustainable farming and science fiction and fantasy of all varieties, especially conventions, which are the only gatherings on earth where I can find many people just as strange as I am.
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