by Vi Voxley
“I like a challenge,” Faren said.
You definitely have the right gesha then.
“And I don’t make empty promises.”
I know. By the gods, I believe you. What sucks is that you can probably tell how much my body believes you too.
Faren’s voice dropped even lower.
“So you can hold me to my word. I’ll make you beg.”
Mmmm. Definitely more aroused. But also very, very scared.
Considering the events that had taken place over the last few days, Leiya just nodded when Faren informed her that he was needed on the bridge for just a bit. At the very least, he had to accept a call from Eleya and the other senators to give his full report on what had happened.
They’d wanted to question Leiya as well and confirm the rumors about her, but she had no wish to discuss anything. She was very busy trying to block out all the death she’d seen, so Faren had told them a firm no, at least for a few days. The only person she'd talked to had been her father. She was still mad and not ready to forgive him entirely, but the love they felt for each other was unshakable.
Senator Tawren agreed to deal with the matter of making it public while Leiya handled her binding. It simply overshadowed everything else, like it should. Only after that would she allow herself to think of what was next for her. She was a human on Briolina. Things were definitely going to change.
Leiya had no idea if Faren had bought her a few days to recover, or because he didn’t plan for them to come out of the bedroom for that long. Both were fine with her.
The general had told her to rest up. She’d been on the run, and then they’d gone to Nelya Hill. In truth, Leiya was tired, but if he thought she’d be able to sleep, he had to be out of his mind.
It was funny, it really was, the way Faren’s name seemed to change in meaning depending on how much danger she was in. On Briolina, she’d given in to the bond, at least in her heart. Not simply because he’d come to her rescue, but because of the bond itself. There was no denying it. She couldn’t spend one day away from him anymore. Even the hour Faren had predicted he’d be gone seemed too much.
So there was no dilemma or doubt in her heart about that. She was his gesha, and while certain things still needed to be solved, like the fact Faren tended to kill most living creatures he met, Leiya was happy. Something about Faren made her happy – she couldn’t put it into words, but it was there nonetheless, as undeniable and mysterious as the bindings ever were.
No, her willingness to say yes very loudly wasn’t the issue. It was just the small matter of being very close to getting fucked by the Monster of Briolina. The thought alone made Leiya’s knees go so weak she had to sit down on the bed. That most assuredly didn’t help since her mind kept imagining being bent over it as soon as Faren returned.
She knew what the warriors were like. The flight up to the Unbroken hadn’t been long enough for the battle hormones to be out of the general’s blood. There was little chance he’d be in a waiting mood. And besides, why should she make him wait?
Leiya wanted him. There was no denying that. She wasn’t the type to go and make up excuses for herself when faced with hard truths. She was honest about all the problems she had. Her pacifist side would clash with Faren’s brutal life pretty certainly, but she had faith it would be fine. It would have to be.
She wanted him badly. Going out of her mind badly. The problem was with who she needed so fiercely.
When they were together, and she was calling him by his name, the fact that he was Faren seemed to elude her. In his absence, the realization kept returning.
Faren. The Monster of Briolina. The most feared and the most bloody of all the Brion generals. The man who commanded a battle ship so large it was kindly told not to get too close to Briolina. Who was the master to more people than Leiya had ever spoken to, and she was a star!
And she had always been so stubborn about practicing with men who weren’t her gerion. In truth, Leiya was certain she knew practically nothing. While the promises Faren had made…
Gods, help me. You’ve fucked me over too much already to do this too.
She could swear it really wasn’t that cold in Faren’s – no, their – bedroom, so why did she keep trembling then?
The soft whoosh of a door opening was the scariest and, at the same time, the most delicious sound she’d ever heard.
Oh come on, you couldn’t even let me have that?
Leiya had taken a bit of comfort in figuring that at least Faren didn’t know how gorgeous he was. And, to be fair, maybe he didn’t. Maybe he just knew the effect he was having on her. Or all Brion warriors and their generals were confident by nature. After all, they were all in perfect shape, what did they have to be shy about? The look in the general’s eyes was everything but modest as he slowly crossed the central room to come and stand before her.
She was drowning fast in his stormy eyes when he yanked her off the bed. With a surprisingly tender motion, he lifted her chin up to look at him properly.
“Do you still deny me?” he asked.
Gods are real and they hate me, Leiya thought.
“No,” she whispered. “I mean no, I don’t deny you. I mean yes. Yes, I want you. Now.”
Eloquent. All those trophies for excellent lyrics have certainly worked out for me.
Faren didn’t seem to care, though. Possibly and probably because her body was providing him with an answer independent of her mouth.
Her legs were retreating, supporting the theory of her being scared out of her mind. Faren’s strong hands were around her, guiding her steps until the backs of her knees hit the bed again. She whimpered, and then bit her tongue. She was going to use up all her little noises before he even did anything to her. Then she’d really have to beg.
Faren stepped back to remove his armor, and Leiya realized she should also undress, but it remained an intention. Instead, she did exactly what she’d promised she wouldn’t do. Stood there with her mouth hanging open, watching her gerion reveal the godliest body she’d ever seen.
Oh, so that’s the reason women watch warriors duel.
Even her peace-loving self was thinking it was worth witnessing a little bloodshed to see that. With all the strength and speed she’d seen him portray, it made sense for Faren to be so tall and built like a powerhouse. Every inch of him was perfectly sculpted, and by the gods, she hadn’t known that men had so many muscle groups.
Her eyes were drinking in the path her tongue badly wanted to follow. From his mighty shoulders down his ripped, god-crafted chest over his flat stomach and down to – Oh, so the gods wanted her to die after all, that was nice – and from his huge cock down to his powerful, thick thighs…
She realized Faren hadn’t moved for a while and her gaze flickered up. The general was watching her with an amused expression so maddening she nearly growled.
You bastard. I won’t make it that easy for you.
Seeing she was still clothed, Faren stepped closer to undress her. His cock was half-hard already, either from the battle hormones of the sight of her, Leiya didn’t know. But what she did know was what gerions usually felt in moments like that. She had Faren to deal with, a man not known for showing his emotions freely, but she also had quite a story base to let her make educated guesses.
She slipped away from his hands, leaving him to follow her to the bed. Leiya climbed to kneel on top of it, slowly but surely pushing away the general’s hands, although denying his touch was painful.
“You said you liked challenges,” she said quietly, hoping that her voice wasn’t shaking too much.
The look in Faren’s eyes nearly sent her fleeing. Either away or to his arms, she couldn’t tell yet. She didn’t think she had that sexy seduction thing down that well, but on the other hand, it barely mattered. She was his gesha. Everything she did was maddening to him. Taking courage from that promise, she ventured on.
“No hands,” she said, slowly pulling the straps of her dress free.
“Not until I’m undressed too.”
The predatory grin on Faren’s lips was nearly enough for her to rip her own clothes off, but she fought the desire to do that. Instead she watched him first give a small nod and then observed the way his eyes kept following her fingers, undoing the laces of her dress with terrible slowness.
With his eyes on her body and her eyes watching him, Leiya could see the hunger clear as day. At times, she nearly messed up her stripping when she caught the sight of his breath catching ever-so-lightly. There would have been moans and shivers from a lesser man, but it was Faren after all. The storm in his eyes raged on, however, and the hunger crept into the gray of them. When the first layer fell free from her body, leaving her breasts bare, he almost twitched.
Oh gods, that’s going to be an aphrodisiac I can’t ever get enough of. To make Faren look like that. Only I can do that.
Just to make it worse – for him on purpose, and for herself by necessity – Leiya stopped the undressing, running her hands over herself. Over her breasts, down her body, sliding into her panties…
The general truly shivered then, but by Leiya’s account he was at the stage where other men would have been hopelessly lost to their lust. She bit her lip so as not to let the victorious smile creep on her face, but of course she couldn’t really stop herself. And of course she didn’t get away with it.
Like lightning, Faren’s eyes were suddenly on hers and a smirk played on his lips.
He climbed on the bed with her, kneeling before Leiya, almost touching but not quite. Touching herself had been a great idea, but now it backfired horribly. To be so close to him, to see the fire burning in his eyes, and smell the rough, strong scent of him – she moaned quietly.
Faren bent down to whisper in her ear, still not making contact with her.
“You are so very beautiful,” he said and the words traveled down her body straight into her pussy.
“But if you want to play tactics with me, you’re going to have to try much harder.”
Leiya was about to snap something back at him, but the general slid back a bit to lower himself to her chest.
“I said…” Leiya began, but the feel of his tongue on her breasts drove the ability to form sentences from her mind.
“You said no hands,” the general said.
Leiya wanted to protest very badly, but coherent speech seemed like something that happened to other people. People who didn’t have Faren’s tongue sliding over their breasts, licking their nipples into his mouth, sucking just lightly enough to tease but not sate.
The words would have been so easy to say. No tongue either wasn’t exactly a difficult phrase to utter, but not one fiber of her wanted Faren’s tongue to ever leave her skin. She purred when he moved lower, nudging her dress aside. At some point she realized she was helping him, pulling her dress and her panties away from her body to give him access, but that submission didn’t seem like a loss either. And there really was nothing she could do. When she made an attempt to continue with her teasing, Faren pulled her dress away with his teeth.
Still no words from her mouth.
I swear to god he could really undress me with his teeth alone if he wanted to.
The thought of being so completely overpowered sent delicious spikes of pleasure running down her spine. Somehow they’d moved from her kneeling to her lying down on her back, with Faren on top of her, the smirk still playing on his lips.
Her body had surrendered long ago, arching into his every movement, meeting all of his kisses, and licks, and bites halfway. Only her mind still held out, trying to prolong even the facade of control for a mere moment longer. She was still wearing a few things, so no hands – not before she got a victory of her own.
The thought came like inspiration usually did, seemingly straight out of the blue, but in truth her eyes had been returning to Faren’s cock every ten seconds. Leiya didn’t know if the prospect of taking it all terrified her or made her yearn with desire she hadn’t known she was capable of.
He was kneeling above her, so it was easy for her to slide between his thighs with her head now between his legs. A part of her hesitated a bit, she had no idea how good she was, but looking up at the general settled that. The look in his eyes was indescribable, and for a second, Leiya was sure that just like her, he was unwilling to stop her.
A small victory on the way to greater things.
She gave his cock a long, wet lick and was instantly rewarded by the general going so still and tense she wondered for a moment if she’d hurt him somehow. Then Leiya saw the way his lips were parted and the way his teeth were clenched together. His breathing was no longer as calm as it had been before.
Leiya doubted if she had a predatory grin as good as his was, but she gave it her best shot. Faren’s eyes flared just as Leiya took the head of his cock into her mouth.
There was a moan, and it hadn’t been her, so it left few other options. She didn’t dare to open her eyes in fear of ruining the moment. All she did was lift her head up even higher from the bed to take more of him in. All the while she knew she couldn’t possibly go even halfway – gods alone knew if her pussy could. Faren’s cock was hot, and huge, and throbbing, growing harder with each teasingly slow lick of her tongue.
Moving out of his stillness, the general adjusted his position to give her a better angle. She could feel his hips moving ever-so-slowly in rhythm with her lips, pushing himself into her mouth. When Leiya opened her eyes experimentally, she saw the general’s eyes shut tightly. Small moans escaped his lips, ones he didn’t bother to or couldn’t suppress.
A victory if there ever was one. To make Faren moan. On another day, when she had more time and more experience – and above all, more patience – she’d have to try this again. Right then, almost at the limit of her abilities, with Faren’s cock rock hard between her lips, Leiya wanted nothing more than to give everything to him. She slid out from beneath him, and under his burning gaze, ripped the last of her clothing away.
The piece of clothing hadn’t even hit the floor when Leiya already found herself on her back. Faren’s mouth was on hers, and his amazing, strong hands caressed every inch of her body they could reach. She moaned, lust surging forward in her blood. The night before when she’d had to refrain from touching the general had been maddening. Now she could. Her fingers mapped the muscles of his chest, running over the rock hard stomach down to wrap her fingers around his huge cock.
Faren growled, pulling out of her reach.
“My turn,” he said. “I’ll stop when you ask me to.”
Leiya didn’t even have time to catch her breath before Faren pulled her legs apart and her surprised cry echoed through the air. He licked over her clit as maddeningly slowly as she had done to him. She whined in the back of her throat, her back arching to push herself firmer against his tongue, but he held her in place with ease.
Another wordless cry rolled over Leiya’s lips at the feeling. She was completely at the general’s mercy, but she could never have imagined how much she’d like it. Faren kept her hips from arching off the bed with casual ease, lying between her spread thighs and keeping them apart with his bulk alone. His tongue circled her clit teasingly, only giving it a proper lick when Leiya’s cries turned too pitiful to hear.
She loved it, loved everything about it. It was horrible, yes. The need in her was building with every clever stroke of his tongue on her pussy, darting into its wetness and out again, driving her insane with lust. Leiya still feared she couldn’t take his cock, it was just too thick, too long… she was going to feel every inch of it, and she needed it so much she was able to taste it. The way his hands kept her from getting anything more than he wanted to give her was proof of how much he was toying with her.
Yet, she loved that too, loved being overpowered by him, loved the weight and the strength of him against her.
Therein lay the problem. She could feel her orgasm approaching fast, but she couldn’t believe the general would let her come like that. Leiya wanted him in her, his cock buried deep in her pussy. She needed to be slammed into the bed and claimed. How did he not understand?
It dawned on her then that he did. And that she was the one who was stalling. He’d promised her, after all – a man who didn’t make empty promises.
But Leiya couldn’t give in that easily. If Faren wanted to play that game with her, how had he phrased it? He’d have to do so much…
The first finger that entered her pussy felt so good Leiya almost screamed. After denying, and waiting, and teasing, the feel of being filled was beyond her ability to put into words. She didn’t dare to look down. The look on Faren’s face would probably make her come there and then.
She bit her lip as he slowly fucked her with one finger, his tongue never leaving her clit. When he added the second, Leiya trembled. Her hands had found their way into Faren’s hair, pushing and pulling him in rhythm with his fingers inside her.
With two of them, he scissored her open wider than she could ever remember being. The cocks of other men paled next to Faren’s fingers, which as a thought was both ridiculous and oh so true. Words died on her lips again, words that she had to use later in some coherent form. Words like amazing, and ecstatic, and incredible, and please – no, wait, she needed the last one.
“Faren, please,” she begged. “Fuck me. I want you… I need you to fuck me now. Stop teasing me.”
He’d promised her he would, right? Something about her words was still off though, for Faren’s only response was to push a third finger into her. That one went slower than the first two, making Leiya squirm against the general’s hold.