Competitions

by Sharon Green

  “Tamrissa,” he interrupted softly, certain she meant to continue on in the same unintelligible way for the rest of the afternoon. He also took her hand gently in his, and although she stiffened slightly she didn’t pull away. “Tamrissa, I don’t understand a thing you’re saying. I would, as I said, be delighted to return the favor, but first you must tell me what the return favor is supposed to be.”

  “Oh … yes … of course,” she said after swallowing heavily, her cheeks still flaming. “I haven’t actually specified yet, have I? Well, it’s really very simple. I’d … like you to … take me to bed.”

  And that, from Rion’s point of view, was the biggest surprise and shock of the day!

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  “I beg your pardon?” Rion answered blankly, as if I’d spoken in a language he didn’t know. “I couldn’t have heard what I thought I did … could I?”

  “Oh, you don’t want to, and now I’ve gotten you upset again,” I babbled, more embarrassed than I’d ever been in my life. “I’ll just leave, then, and we can both forget I ever said anything about—”

  “No, please be calm, it’s all right,” he soothed in that deep voice of his, one big hand coming gently to my arm to keep me from rising. “Your request just startled me, coming as unexpectedly as it did. I assure you I’m not in the least reluctant, but I do find myself curious. I’d thought your interest had turned to Vallant Ro, so I don’t understand why you’ve put this request to me rather than to him.”

  “I suppose you are entitled to the full truth,” I granted him, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. He was really such a handsome man, and was studying me so closely… “Vallant Ro is the reason I’m doing this, so I can’t very well ask his help. I’d meant to ask Lorand because he’s a friend, but then I realized that you’re a friend as well. I—don’t want Vallant to be interested in me, and something Jovvi said suggested he might lose his attraction if I allow another man to lie with me.”

  “Are you certain that that was what Jovvi said?” Rion asked, frowning just a little. “If it is, I fail to see the point.”

  “Well, most men apparently dislike sharing their women,” I explained, developing my own frown. “I know Lorand feels that way and Jovvi says it’s not unusual, so I’m inclined to believe it. And it also occurred to me that we may just manage to get ourselves out of this competitions mess, and then discover that we need something to do with our lives. Jovvi means to open a residence for courtesans if that happens, and has invited me to remain with her. I thought I would be of more use if … I …”

  I couldn’t quite bring myself to discuss the details of the matter, at least not with Rion. He’d changed so much since the day he’d first come to the residence, and was no longer quite as innocent as I felt.

  “How strange that the matter should disturb some men,” Rion said, shaking his head and shrugging. “Considering the pleasure involved, it seems mean-spirited to refuse to allow someone the experiencing of it. And how is one to learn all the possibilities of the act, if one refrains from indulging?”

  “Is it really all that pleasurable?” I asked without looking at him, fighting to hold down nightmare memories. “Everyone says it is, but my dreams still writhe with the pain of my own experiences. And if it’s supposed to be pleasurable, why did my husband make it such an abomination for me?”

  “Anyone who turns pleasure into torment and pain must surely be very ill,” Rion said quickly but gently, reaching out to touch my hand briefly in comfort. “It seems logical to assume that the man received his own pleasure by denying you yours, which almost certainly means he was taught to behave in such a way. The fault, then, would lie with those who taught him such a thing, and also with him for not understanding his lacks and seeking to remedy them. Let’s begin our own pleasure right now, and hopefully you’ll soon forget the rest.”

  “Now?” I echoed as my heart began to thump, my head flying up to let me see if he were joking. “But I was thinking about later, in the deep night, when everyone will be asleep…”

  “And you and I will sneak about like thieves, feeling as though we did something shameful?” he countered, this time taking my hand and gently holding it. “That would be foolish, lovely lady, especially since we have the opportunity at this very moment. Come, let’s put your apprehensions to rest once and for all.”

  “But it’s still light out!” I blurted as he rose to his feet, using the hand he held to urge me to do the same. “In daylight… I couldn’t possibly…”

  “Allow me to ease your apprehensions,” he said softly, and suddenly we were plunged into a dim, gray world where he was no more than an indistinct outline. “This shield of opaque air can’t quite manage blackness at this time of day, but surely it will do? I’m barely able to see you, which should keep your sense of modesty intact. Do you agree?”

  He’d removed the shield again by then, so I didn’t bother to tell him that it wasn’t entirely modesty which moved me. And we certainly did have the time right then, since the episodes with my husband had only seemed endless. In reality they hadn’t taken very long at all, and I’d probably be best off going ahead and getting it well behind me. So I nodded to Rion, which made him smile that incredibly attractive smile.

  “Marvelous,” he said, drawing me up by the hand he still held and then kissing the hand. “Come along, then, and we’ll begin at once. Would you prefer to have the shield up before we start to remove your clothing?”

  “We?” I echoed, beginning to follow him toward the bed almost without thinking about it. “My husband always demanded that I come to him … unclothed, except for the times he tore off what I happened to be wearing. But you can’t tear these clothes, not when I need them for the practice and qualifying area.”

  “Lovely lady, I would never be so barbaric as to destroy your clothing,” he said with obvious disapproval, stopping near the bed. “When I was a child, some of the other children managed to get me alone and began to try tearing off the brand-new outfit Mother had just presented me with. I had no idea why they were doing it and so was terrified, but I distinctly remember the episode as being painful before I thought to use my magic to force them back away from me. With that in mind, your clothing would stay intact even if they were worthless rags.”

  “You really had a terrible time growing up, didn’t you?” I said, putting my free hand to his arm in shared compassion. “And now I wonder… My father didn’t want my sisters and me forming attachments to any of the boys we associated with at school and at receptions, so any time one of us seemed interested in a particular boy, he paid the boy to get us alone and pretend to attack us. That was to make sure we would be available for the husbands he picked out for us, and that we would still be untouched when we married. Oddly enough, most of the boys took his silver eagerly. I finally found out about it when, during one of the times my husband drank too much, he shared that very amusing story with me.”

  “Personally, I find it a good deal less than amusing,” he said, a sharp look in his eyes. “But I fail to see what connection your experience had with mine.”

  “Well, we decided your mother might have arranged to have you sent here with us because she thought you would find it intolerable, and would immediately run back to her. Do you think she might have dressed you in a particularly ridiculous outfit that time, and then gave those children a chance to attack you? If she knew how vicious they would be, she could have used the opportunity to bind you more closely to her.”

  “It never occurred to me before, but I believe you’re right,” he agreed slowly, his expression hardening. “She’s obviously been manipulating me since the day I was born, and with each new thing I learn I find myself more determined to continue on with my present course of action. But speaking of courses of action, let’s dismiss thoughts of parental misbehavior and continue on with what’s been barely begun.”

  He released my hand and lifted me into his arms so abruptly that I squeaked in startlement. But before the
fear began to pound and flash I was set down on the far side of the bed, and Rion had released me.

  “I have no wish to make this anything but pleasurable for you, dear lady,” he said, his expression having softened. “If at any time you wish me to cease what I happen to be doing, you have only to say so. We’ve both of us been forced to the pleasure of others far too often for this to be done in any other way.”

  The absolutely determined look in his eyes as he said that should have frightened me, but strangely enough it was more reassuring. I believed Rion in a way I would have had trouble believing almost anyone else. The kind of pain we’d each been given had, for the most part, been different, but it provided a shared bond that neither of us could deny. The smile I gave Rion didn’t have to be forced, and he seemed to know it. He showed one of the same kind, sat down on the bed, and then his shield of air was around us again.

  “I’ve also taken the precaution of putting a block of thickened air before the door,” he murmured as he moved just a little closer. “We won’t be disturbed and you certainly won’t be embarrassed, so put all thoughts of distraction from your mind. Now, let’s begin by making you more comfortable. You’re surely not old enough yet nor … over-endowed so far as to be corseted?”

  “No, not quite yet,” I answered with a laugh for the way he’d put it. Only matrons who were beginning to lose their figures—and younger women who spent too much time at table during meals—descended to the shameful expedience of using corsets to alter their appearance. To admit to wearing one was the same as admitting yourself a failure as a woman, and few women had the nerve to do either. “But Rion—how did you find out about corsets?”

  “A servant we had for a time, when I was a boy,” he replied, matching my laugh. “I wondered aloud why some of Mother’s friends and acquaintances looked as though they’d been stuffed into dresses and gowns too small for them, and he told me about corsets. But he also warned me not to mention them in Mother’s hearing, so that was one lecture I escaped. May I help you to remove your blouse?”

  I felt very shy as I nodded my agreement, but it helped that the gray shadow who was Rion didn’t rush through doing it. I was the one who pulled my blouse out of the skirt top, and then we shared the opening of the buttons. I expected the blouse to be removed immediately then, but Rion simply moved closer, opened the blouse just a little to expose only the tops of my breasts, and began to kiss me there.

  At first I was quite tense and nervous, but after a few moments of nothing else happening I began to notice how the touch of his lips felt. Feather-light, gentle and warm, an appreciation rather than a demand… Apprehension began to change to a tingling of sorts, one I’d never experienced before.

  By then I’d relaxed back against the pillow above my head, finding that enjoyment of this beginning process wasn’t difficult. Rion’s nearness was slightly disconcerting, so I closed my eyes to stop the automatic cringing my body kept trying to do—and that was when Rion changed the location of his kissing. I gasped when his lips and tongue caressed my left nipple, but was able to keep from crying out. This time no pain followed the caress, the very first time it hadn’t.

  And things continued on that way. Rion spent an incredibly long time proving to the frightened part of my mind that my responding to his delightful urgings would not result in my being immediately hurt. By the time his fingers found the buttons of my skirt I actually almost believed it, and so helped him to remove my skirt, petticoats, stockings, and shoes. My blouse had already been put aside, which meant that he was able to begin to kiss me all over.

  Again, quite a bit of time passed, but none of it seemed wasted. Rion’s kissing became quite intimate, and although he did absolutely nothing to hurt me, I soon discovered that I neared the end of my ability to endure any more of that kind of attention. Moaning and moving against him feebly was the best I could manage, but strangely enough that proved to be sufficient. He stopped what he was doing, moved above me, and then we were joined together.

  Rather than hating and fearing his presence inside me, I discovered that it was just what I wanted. Again my nervousness and anticipation of pain came to nothing, so I was able to eventually join his movement as his murmurings urged me to do. We also shared a kiss, and that made the relief, when it came, much sweeter. Rion’s relief came just a short while after my own, and he kissed me one final time before withdrawing and lying on the bed beside me.

  We both breathed rather heavily from our exertions, but I recovered first and found something to be curious about. I therefore kindled a very small flame to light the gray dimness a bit, and turned to look at Rion where he lay. He’d discarded his wrap quite some time earlier, and the sight of his bare chest was, surprisingly, not in the least upsetting.

  “That was really lovely and I’d like to thank you,” I said when his gaze, accompanied by a smile, moved to me. “It seems everyone was right about the pleasure, but … Rion, wherever did you learn all that? If your mother kept you so closely tied to her, how were you able to avoid her often enough to gain such expertise?”

  “It’s hardly expertise,” he replied with a pleased laugh, raising one hand to my face—which did not cause me to flinch back. “I’ve only just begun to learn, but I had a marvelous teacher. She’s the most … compelling person I’ve ever known, and the more time that passes without my seeing her, the more frantic I become. I’ve discovered that she’ll also need protection from my mother, so I don’t dare try to find her until I have gold in my pocket and the power of a sufficiently advanced position in my hand. But then I will find her, and she and I won’t need to be parted again.”

  “Well, if I can help in any way, you just let me know,” I told him firmly. “No one can deny that we’re really close friends now, and friends are supposed to help one another. You will let me help, won’t you?”

  “It will be my pleasure and delight,” he answered with a grin that made him look especially handsome, and then he glanced at my flame. “Tell me something: isn’t that glow supposed to be in the palm of your hand? It seems to me that anytime I’ve seen someone with Fire magic use a glow like that, it was in their palm. And someone said once that the glow had to be in contact with the magic user, but apparently they were mistaken.”

  “Well … maybe not entirely,” I said, groping for an explanation that would not upset him. “At school we were taught the same thing, that the glow had to be in the palm of your hand because it was linked directly to the magic user’s bodily output. It’s a … controlled leakage of the user’s Fire affinity, and is supposed to go out if you try to separate it from contact with your flesh.”

  “But yours isn’t going out,” he observed, happily not looking upset in the least. “Are you doing something else, then?”

  “Actually … no,” I admitted, then decided I might as well tell him all of it. “I discovered accidentally that I could disconnect the glow from me without having it go out, but I’ve never told anyone. None of them could do it, you see, so I thought…”

  “That what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt you,” he finished when I didn’t, his hand now coming to smooth my hair. “I’m certainly familiar with that state of affairs, so please be assured that I’ll say nothing about it to anyone. It would seem logical that friends also keep each other’s secrets.”

  “I think that would feel incredibly wonderful,” I said, gingerly reaching out to put just my fingertips to his face. “Having someone be trustworthy enough to keep your secret, I mean. This is the first time I’ve ever trusted someone to do that, and I feel glad rather than sorry. But I really must run. I still have to speak to Lorand before dinner, while Jovvi speaks to Pagin Holter and Dom Ro.”

  “I would suggest that you dress before you run anywhere,” Rion said with a chuckle that made me blush. “I, personally, would enjoy the sight of your marvelous body immensely, but the others might become … disconcerted.”

  “Disconcerted,” I repeated in a grumble while he continued to chuckle.
“I’ve never heard it called that before…”

  The two of us were just joking, of course, but as I dressed, part of my mind insisted on thinking about what Vallant Ro’s reaction would be to seeing me naked. The rest of me didn’t care, of course, not about anything concerning the man, but that one small part … now that I knew how pleasurable lying with a man could be … it couldn’t be even better, as Lorand claimed, with someone who meant something special…

  Vallant Ro didn’t mean something special, and I had to be determined to keep it like that…

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Vallant came down to dinner feeling very much like a conspirator, and apparently everyone else felt the same. Or almost everyone else. Jovvi, the one who had told him about the proposed false party scheduled for after dinner, seemed as natural and pleasant as always. The others, though…

  As Vallant took his place at the table—sitting next to Lorand Coll where Beldara Lant had originally been seated, and opposite Jovvi—he glanced around. To Vallant’s left, on the opposite side of the table, was Rion Mardimil, who seemed a good deal quieter than usual. Then came Jovvi, who smiled warmly at everyone including Pagin Holter, who was seated next to her on her other side. Beside Vallant was Lorand Coll, who toyed with his eating utensils while apparently deep in thought.

  And at the head of the table between Holter and Coll, looking glorious in a dinner dress of pink satin, Tamrissa sat looking everywhere but at him. He’d meant to speak to her this afternoon, but when he’d knocked on her door he’d gotten no answer. Jovvi later told him that Tamrissa had gone to speak to Mardimil and Coll just as she had sought out him and Holter, and Vallant hadn’t had to ask why it hadn’t been Tamrissa who contacted him. She apparently still refused to speak to him or even to acknowledge his existence, and his frustration level was mounting rapidly.

  “My goodness, this place feels more like a mourning house than a residence for the victorious,” Jovvi suddenly announced as the servants began to bring out their meal. “Am I mistaken in believing that we all achieved our first levels of mastery today? No? Well then, we’ll just have to celebrate our success after dinner, if all of you will unbend enough now to simply smile.”