“Orla will go blind at the sight of you.”
Sterling chuckled softly, even as her cheeks reddened. “That is not really the reaction I hope to evoke.”
“You are right,” Mesmeria said, her voice heavy with amusement. “I told my mother the same just before she led me to the hut.”
There was a soft knock on the door. “Come,” Mesmeria called. She was shocked when the regal Ulv Queen entered.
“I hope I am not interrupting anything. I was hoping to have a quick word with the princess, if I may.”
“You are most welcome, Your Majesty,” Mesmeria said, as she walked to the door. “I will find Cybralle in the meantime.”
“No, please stay,” Audunn said quickly. “I will be but a few moments.” The tall queen turned to Sterling. “Ulvs are no different from humans, except when it comes to mating.” Mesmeria's eyes strayed to her daughter, as a trickle of fear ran down her spine. Sterling's face was impassive as she looked at the Ulv Queen. “When we procreate we are extremely patient in forming our offspring,” Audunn continued, ice-blue eyes reflective. “The intensity of the act can be overwhelming. You should not fear it but absorb it as much as you can. Trust Orla to see you through.” Audunn leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Sterling's forehead. “My heart rejoices that you will be the mother of my grandchildren, Sterling.”
With a small smile at Mesmeria, Audunn left the room. Mesmeria studied Sterling closely.
“Do you still want to go through with this?”
The silver eyes were bright as they looked at her. “I want to do this, Mother. I want to do this more than ever before. I am not afraid, because I know Orla will protect me at all cost.”
Looking at her daughter, Mesmeria's love for her daughter overwhelmed her. “I love you,” she whispered past a throat swollen with emotion. They embraced and held each other tight. “Orla will take care of you.”
When they broke their embrace, Sterling kissed her mother. “It is time.”
***
Sterling looked around the small hut, her hand unconsciously moving to her flat stomach, as she took in the setting. The hut was bare, except for a big bed covered with warm pelts and a table set with food. Burning candles circled the bed, making it stand out in the starkness of the hut. Sterling's face warmed, as she imagined what would happen on that bed soon. Audunn's short visit had, at first, added to her nervousness. As she had listened to the queen's softly spoken words of assurance, she had focused on the woman's ice-blue eyes. They reminded her of Orla's and, the longer she stared into them, the more she recalled Orla's loving gaze as her wife had led her to their chamber so she could be prepared for the ceremony. Orla had left her at the door and kissed her gently, her eyes swimming in tears.
“If I love you anymore than I do at this moment, I am sure I will go mad. Know this, wife, that I would willingly lose my wits for you. You are so brave and strong. It is from you that I draw all of my strength. In you, I have found all the qualities I want my child to have and I am eager to meet him or her. I will love you forever and I will forever be grateful to you for having chosen me.”
Sterling was moved by the passion she had heard in her wife's voice, but it was the adoration blazing in those beautiful eyes that melted her insides. As Audunn spoke, all fear and nervousness had disappeared, leaving her yearning for Orla.
The door to the hut opened behind her and Sterling turned to see the High Priestess enter. A thin woman with graying, dark hair, Capsolys radiated calm. Sterling met her dark gaze and the woman smiled gently. In her hands, she held a wrapped package.
“I have done this for many years, Princess. My life's path has led me to the service of the Goddess of Fertility.” She stepped closer and carefully placed the package on the bed. “This is the first time that I feel something much more powerful at work. The gods favor your consort, and whatever transpires tonight is their will.” Capsolys placed her hand over Sterling's where it rested on her stomach. “May the fruit from your womb always be blessed.”
“Thank you, Priestess.”
Capsolys bowed her head before stepping over to the bed where she gently unwrapped the package. Sterling looked at the object with fascination. “This tool should be worn by your consort. It is the Spear of the Gods and was forged by the Goddess of Fertility herself. It is said that Atrusa, after searching for centuries to find a suitable mate, found none amongst gods and mortal men. Instead, her favor fell upon a young, mortal bard. She pursued the girl and was accepted. After living and loving each other for many centuries, Atrusa longed for a child to commemorate their great love. Since two women could not procreate, the goddess approached her father. As she was his favorite amongst his daughters, Hendron granted her leave to create the Spear of the Gods. She sired nine children with her mate and in immense gratitude to her father, she sent four of her daughters to live as demigods amongst the humans. The Spear only works if the love it encounters equals that of Atrusa and her mate.”
“What happened to the demigods?”
Capsolys smiled, an unfathomable look in her eyes. “They are still around, spending their time between the mortal realm and Olympus.”
Sterling blinked. Could Capsolys be a demigod? She quickly discarded the thought. The woman had admitted earlier that she was in the service of the Goddess of Fertility. She looked at the woman, really looked at her. Capsolys appeared older than when Sterling had seen her last. Gods, or demigods for that matter, did not age. Sterling wanted to laugh at her own silly thoughts.
“The Spear, milady,” Capsolys said, jerking Sterling out of her thoughts. “…should be fastened around your consort's hips. The straps are for keeping it in place while she is moving.”
Sterling flushed as she looked at the tool. There was no doubt what movements Capsolys referred to. The priestess looked up from the tool, her dark eyes serious.
“You should attach it to her hips to ensure it is properly fastened.”
“I understand,” Sterling said quickly, feeling herself flushing even more.
A flash of amusement crossed the priestess' eyes, before she nodded and walked to the door. At the door, she turned back. “You will know immediately if the Spear worked,” she said quietly and left.
Sterling took a deep breath and looked down at the tool. She had seen many of her men naked before. When you fought for your life alongside each other, protecting each other, modesty was not something that existed in a battle camp. The tool resembled a male member. Sterling had never been with a man before, but from the way men and women alike spoke about the sexual act, she had an idea of what to expect. The door opened again and wondering what the priestess was doing back so soon, she turned.
It was not Capsolys. Orla stood there, the doorknob still in her hand. Sterling's breath caught at the sight of her wife. Orla was dressed in a white-cotton tunic and flowing, white trousers of the same material. The white of her ensemble set off Orla's dark skin and vivid, blue eyes, making Orla look dangerously handsome. Their eyes held for a long spell, before Orla entered and locked the door behind her. With that lithe stride so unique to Orla, the dark woman came to stand before her, towering over her.
“You are so beautiful.” Sterling noticed a small tremor in Orla's voice and hand as she cupped Sterling's cheek. “You blind me with your radiance, wife.”
Sterling leaned into the caress, as her eyes fell shut. “I wanted you to notice only one woman tonight. Me.”
A strangled sound came from Orla and Sterling opened her eyes. Orla looked amused.
“None has ever held my attention but you,” Orla whispered, as her lips descended.
Sterling closed her eyes, waiting for that first touch. She would never get enough of Orla's kisses. They always held such tender innocence. It had always been like that since the first night Orla kissed her on the small bench outside Lima’s small hut. When the touch came, Sterling's lips fell open in invitation. Orla's tongue swept in and filled Sterling's mouth with her unique taste. Moaning s
oftly, Sterling pressed closer. Orla's hands fell on Sterling's hips and Sterling felt herself lifted off her feet. Not breaking the kiss, Sterling threw her arms around Orla's neck, her fingers pushing into the cool, raven tresses that curled into Orla's neck. Their lips parted with a soft smack and they smiled into each other's eyes. Sure that Orla would hold her, Sterling loosened her grip around Orla's neck. Cradling Orla's face between her hands, she planted small kisses all over Orla's face, every time pulling back to look into the gleaming, azure orbs.
Orla placed her knee on the bed and gently deposited Sterling on her back. She stood up and began to undress. Sterling lay back, enjoying the view, as more of Orla's skin was exposed to her hungry gaze. When Orla was naked, she gave Sterling a lascivious look. Sterling's insides shifted.
“Now it is your turn,” Orla said huskily.
Orla held out her hand, helping Sterling to sit up. With slow gentle movements, Orla unlaced the ties that held the shift together at the front. As soon as the material parted, baring Sterling's breasts, Orla leaned closer and licked a pink-tipped nipple. Sterling gasped at the sensation. She gazed deep into Orla's hungry eyes. Using one foot, Sterling tried to kick her sandal off the other.
“Help me,” she said urgently. “I want to be naked.”
Orla did not wait for a second invitation. She quickly rid Sterling of her sandals and eagerly pulled Sterling's shift down her waist and off. Naked at last, Sterling held her arms out to Orla.
***
Orla sighed as she moved over Sterling and gently lowered her large body over her wife's slender one. She loved how her skin felt against Sterling's. She pushed her nose into Sterling's neck and inhaled deeply of her wife's scent. Her lips itched to taste the fragrant skin and she brushed her lips along the curve of Sterling's neck. She did not know what her mother had given her, but whatever it was intensified her already wolf-enhanced senses. She could smell Sterling's arousal strongly, as well as hear the erratic beating of her heart. Orla lifted her head and let her eyes roam over her wife's beautiful face.
Sterling's eyes opened and they stared at each other. Orla complied when Sterling's hand crept behind her head and pulled her down for a kiss. When the kiss ended, Orla moved to Sterling's ripe breasts, licking and suckling the hardened nipples. She felt a soft tremor go through Sterling and the musky smell in the air became stronger. Her lips slowly trailed down, over Sterling's belly where she spent a few moments longer, already envisioning her child growing there, until she reached Sterling’s hot cavern.
She moaned as she touched the tip of her tongue to the wetness. It was as if someone had taken a torch to her, she was getting so hot. She placed her hands underneath her wife's hips and tilted them up, bringing her closer to her mouth. With the soft ecstatic sounds from Sterling ringing in her ears, Orla feasted with hungry kisses on Sterling's sex. She ran her tongue along the length of the wet slit only to repeat the same movement using her teeth and lips, nipping on the swollen bud. The action caused Sterling's whole body to jerk and had her clutching the bedding in a tight fist. Craving more, Orla brought the tip of her tongue to Sterling's opening and slowly inched her way inside.
“Ohhhh…” Sterling moaned, as her hands tangled in Orla's hair.
Orla grunted with pleasure when she felt the soles of Sterling's feet pressing down on her back. Her own body was on fire and in a very short time she had wrung two orgasms from her wife. Sterling's legs slid off her back after the second orgasm and she pulled Orla's body over hers. Careful not to squash the smaller woman, Orla kept the bulk of her weight on her knees and elbows. She pulled her head back to look into Sterling's face, glistening with sweat as she lay there with her eyes closed and her mouth half-open. The sight fueled Orla’s passion further and she pressed herself against Sterling. The silver eyes fluttered open.
“I will take care of you, but first we need to do something else. Lie on your back.”
Orla wanted to cry at the interruption. “Later,” she growled, as she leaned in to kiss Sterling.
“No, my love, we need to do this now. You will enjoy it, I promise.”
Reluctantly, Orla rolled away from Sterling. She watched through slitted eyes, as Sterling sat up and felt around on the bed. Orla enjoyed the image of her wife in all her nakedness. She sat up, her intention to draw the redhead back into her arms, but Sterling turned and held up a strange, cylindrical object. Orla stared at the object before her eyes found Sterling's.
“Is that what I think it is?”
Sterling grinned. “Yes. The Priestess brought it to me earlier.”
“It looks like…” Orla flushed. “It looks strange. How does it work?”
“Well,” Sterling crawled closer. “Lift your hips. I have to fasten it around your hips.”
“Sterling…” Orla whispered softly, apprehension in her voice.
“It will be fine, my love.” Sterling pressed a soft kiss on Orla's lips. “We have to use it if we want to have a child. Now, lift your hips.”
Orla lifted her hips and lay still, as Sterling fastened the strange object around her hips. She knew what the object represented; it felt strange. It was also too big. It would surely hurt Sterling. The thought of hurting Sterling made her shudder. Sterling looked up from where she was busy fastening the leather straps.
“Trust me, beloved. It will be fine.”
“Will it not hurt you? It…is really big.” Orla's eyes pleaded with Sterling. “I do not want to hurt you.”
“I will probably be a touch uncomfortable, but I swear it will not hurt.” She cupped Orla's cheek. “Trust me.”
Orla took a deep breath. “I trust you, but the moment it hurts you must tell me.”
“I will.” She looked down at the object which was now jutting out from between Orla's thighs. Orla followed her gaze and with a groan of embarrassment closed her eyes. Her hips jerked upward when she felt a soft vibration coming from the object. Her eyes snapped open to find Sterling still looking down at the phallus, blinking rapidly.
“What is happening, Sterling?” Orla hoisted herself onto an elbow.
“I believe it is beginning to work. How does it feel?”
“As if it wants to latch onto me.” Reaching out a hand, Orla touched the phallus. A deep groan escaped her lips, as her eyes rolled back in their sockets.
“Orla!” Sterling sounded frantic. “What is happening?”
Oral's eyes opened slowly and she licked over suddenly dry lips. “It is very sensitive. The…the pleasure…it…it is unbelievable.”
Sterling looked at the phallus, her expression skeptic. “You felt pleasure?”
Orla was looking at the phallus now. The spark of pleasure that shot through her at the mere touch of the object was indescribable. And she wanted more. Her eyes lifted to Sterling. She wondered what it would feel like to be inside Sterling. The pleasure would surely drive her mad.
“Come lie down, my love,” her voice sounded darkly sensual, even to her own ears. She ignored Sterling’s raised eyebrows. “I need you.” She sat up and reached out for Sterling. “I want to know how it will feel when I am inside you.”
Sterling's mouth fell open in soft gasp. Orla was pleased to see the silver eyes darkening with desire, as her wife's eyes darted lower to the phallus. Sterling came to lie next to her and Orla's breath caught when she saw Sterling's hand move down to the place between her own legs.
“What are you doing?” Orla asked with surprise, even as her heartbeat drummed in her ears at the erotic sight. With her head back and small, white teeth biting down on her lower lip, Sterling moved her hand almost frantically between her own legs. With her acute Ulv hearing, Orla could hear the soft sounds of pleasure Sterling made in the back of her throat. She ached to touch Sterling, but did not want to interrupt the beautiful image.
“Now, Orla,” Sterling said softly and Orla's gaze moved from the sight of Sterling's moving hand to her wife's face. The silver eyes were a dark, stormy grey as they looked at her. “I want
you inside.”
Orla did not need a second invitation. She came onto her knees, spreading Sterling's legs wider. Her eyes touched Sterling's, before she brushed the redhead's hand away. Her head lowered and with a long swipe, she stole a taste from Sterling's wetness. Savoring the flavor and the soft cry of pleasure coming from Sterling at the unexpected action, Orla lowered herself onto her wife's body. She grabbed the phallus by the shaft and almost came at the sensation that shot through her. Clenching her jaw, she brought the tip of the phallus to Sterling's sex and slowly began to push into Sterling's hot cavern. Orla moaned at the sensation that coursed through her body, as she slid deeper into Sterling.
***
Sterling held her breath as Orla moved over her. At the touch of Orla's tongue brushing over her swollen nub, she grabbed the furs on the bed in tight fists. Nothing, however, prepared her for the sensation when Orla pressed the head of the phallus against her opening. The heat from the Spear called to her and she spread her legs even wider. The slow, tantalizing invasion into her body made her hands leave the furs and grab at Orla's shoulders. The feeling was incredible, almost as if a heated lance impaled her. She heard a soft grunt coming from Orla and eager to hear more, Sterling threw her legs around Orla's waist, pulling her deeper. The dark head lifted, and pale-blue orbs met Sterling's gaze.
“I am not sure I will hold long,” Orla said between soft pants.
“Me neither.”
Orla smiled tremulously, as her one large hand grabbed hold of Sterling's hip. With one powerful push, Orla was inside and a small cry burst from Sterling's lips. Orla slowly reared back to look into Sterling's eyes.
“I swear I will hurt you if you stop,” Sterling gasped, her arms tightening around Orla's neck. “Take me, my love.”
Orla slowly set a rhythm that made Sterling throw her head back as her body shuddered with pleasure. The pace increased suddenly, just as the dark woman's breathing sped up. Deep, long thrusts gently lifted Sterling's hips off the bed, as they both strived to reach the elusive summit of their desire.
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