by Vi Voxley
It hurt a bit, but the pain was the most enjoyable she’d ever felt. Faren’s fingers started moving at a quicker pace as soon as he’d pushed the third in as far as he could. Then he finally, finally stopped teasing her, but as always, Leiya hadn’t known what she’d been asking for.
His tongue on her clit was suddenly no longer teasingly slow. He sucked it into his mouth for just a moment before he started licking it fast, with expert swipes of his tongue rubbing her exactly the right way. The feel of his fingers deep inside of her and the tongue was too much. She’d thought she’d die earlier that day, but now she really would.
“Faren!” she sobbed. “Faren, please, I don’t know what you want me to say. It – ah! It’s so good, oh god, it feels so good, please fuck me. I want you inside me when I come. Fuck me, oh, oh gods, please, I need you so badly it hurts…”
She didn’t know if Faren stopped because of what she said or if his own desire was becoming too intense to ignore, but frankly Leiya couldn’t care less. All that mattered to her was that the general pulled away from her, the delicious sense of being filled taken from her, leaving her hungry.
She didn’t understand how he knew just what to do, but Faren flipped her over as if she weighed nothing. Leiya knelt on all fours and then bent her head down to press it against a pillow, presenting her ass to Faren. For a second, she lay there, exposed and spread wide for him.
The exact second she thought to turn around in shame, fearing Faren didn’t like what he saw, the general growled so low the sound seemed to vibrate in the air.
“Mine,” he said.
It rumbled right through her, filling her every pore. She was his and his alone.
Leiya had only a moment to grab hold of the edge of the bed before the general pressed his cock against her entrance, pushing his huge member in. It was a good thing she had a pillow to muffle her scream, because she was Leiya and her voice was powerful. She had to bite into the soft pillow when after thinking she couldn’t possibly take more Faren still pressed deeper inside her pussy.
When he was finally seated to the hilt, he bent down to kiss Leiya’s neck. She was shivering all over, but no force could make her ask him to stop. The change of the angle was so incredibly sensitive that Leiya whimpered into the pillow.
I really am going to die, she thought.
“You’re mine,” Faren whispered into her ear.
But maybe it was okay.
Because as the general drew back and gave the first, testing thrust, Leiya made peace with dying like that. Her hands were fisted into the sheets, holding on to the edge of the bed for dear life as Faren set into a pace that kept her just the perfect inch away from passing out from pain, and pleasure, and the ecstasy of them both combined.
“Yours,” her lips confirmed.
The growl from the general that followed went straight to her pussy, throbbing in need, reveling in the feel of how good and huge Faren felt inside her.
“Yours.”
The pace picked up at that. Apparently even Faren had limits to his legendary control, but Leiya thought distantly it could be forgiven to a man claiming his gesha for the first time.
That was pretty much all the thinking she managed. The rest was holding on, most of all to consciousness, because she’d never felt anything even remotely as good. With each thrust, she could feel every inch of Faren’s magnificent cock fucking her pussy, rubbing against the spot of pleasure inside her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she sobbed into the pillow.
It didn’t matter how loudly or how quietly she said anything, she knew Faren heard, wouldn’t have allowed himself not to hear every sound she made. All those letters she’d gotten had to be from very modest people, apparently, because it was nothing like they’d described. It was better by a measure so great Leiya couldn’t name it.
“Faren… oh gods, fuck, yes, you feel so good…”
She could hear him too. The position didn’t let them see each other’s reactions, but they could hear and feel. Leiya caught every moan from Faren’s lips just like he undoubtedly caught hers. The feel of his fingers slipping on her skin, his powerful hands holding her in place long after her legs had lost all strength, it was everything Leiya had ever wanted.
Her orgasm rose like a wave, pushed on by Faren’s rhythm becoming erratic. His breathing was growing heavier, the moans under his breath almost words sounding like her name. Near the end, his thrusts were so hard Leiya bit into her pillow so as not to scream her voice hoarse. She’d come before, but not like that.
Every last fiber of her shivered in Faren’s sure grip, then froze as the peak hit her. There were bite marks on the pillow already, but then she really felt the fabric tear under her teeth. She trembled so hard it must have been too much for Faren.
She heard the general gasp under his breath and felt his hot seed spill inside her. Leiya moaned at the feel of it, numb to everything but the overwhelming pleasure. She was finally allowed to collapse on the bed as he let her go. He lay down beside her, halfway on top of her.
Never in her life would Leiya have thought she’d hear what Faren sounded like when breathless.
She didn’t understand the way fate and destiny worked, but right then and there, Leiya was glad that it worked.
You’re alright, gods, she thought. You’re fine by me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Faren
“I think you created a monster.”
Diego seemed honestly amused by that suggestion. He looked over to where Isolde and Leiya were in the middle of talking excitedly over each other a little farther away.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve created two,” Diego said.
Faren humphed at that, but in truth he didn’t mind. He knew Leiya was still not overly fond of warriors, despite loving him, and that she found the Unbroken gloomy to say the least. It was good for her to have another friend whom she could talk to and who would understand her. And another human, more so.
News of Leiya not being a Brion had spread all over Briolina in less than a day and the overall reaction was positive. Brions loved their star and had no problem with her being a human. Even other artists approved, now that they knew why she'd been so different.
The few critical voices that arose were all directed at the girl's father and the games politicians played. Leiya had to speak up herself at last, protecting her father.
But no one else was as glad as Isolde was, to have a new friend and a new human friend. They could finally share and talk to another person who understood. Faren, who had been alone most of his life, knew how important that was.
“I think they’re having a competition,” Diego went on musing. “I’m not certain of the rules, but I think the one that gets to say more words wins.”
Faren had honestly been a bit concerned. Of course Leiya was his gesha, and after a few weeks everything was just as good as it had been on their first day together. That was the glory and the power of the Brion bindings. Nonetheless, he wasn’t sure what Diego’s gesha thought of him and wondered if she’d say anything to upset Leiya.
Diego had laughed.
“Don’t worry,” he’d said. “Isolde likes you. But she’s also smart enough to be completely and utterly terrified of you.”
The voices of their geshas carried over to them quite easily, especially when they talked excitedly, which Faren was glad to see they did most of the time. For all of Leiya’s love for him and her peculiar fondness for the Unbroken and its dark passages, she still sometimes turned sad when she had to be near the training areas. It was good to see her laugh so freely.
“No, no, it’s not in your head at all!” Isolde was saying. “I swear to gods I’ve always thought he reads minds and just doesn’t tell people. Every time he looks at me it feels as though he’s staring straight through me.”
“I know!” Leiya said. “Thank you, for real. I thought I was the only one. Do you think he actually can? Like I heard rumors that they can do incredible things to warriors, b
ut of course we couldn’t know about that…”
“Do you think they know we can hear them?” Faren asked.
The thought of them thinking he was psychic was more amusing than upsetting. Faren found a smirk tugging his lips upwards. It kept happening more, but of course only around Leiya.
Diego snorted.
“Probably not.”
His friend turned to Faren then.
“How is the little songbird?”
From anyone else, that might have been an insult, but Faren knew what Diego meant. They’d talked about it, after all. There wasn’t much singing on the battle ships, at least so far. Now that Leiya was there, something had to be done. He had no intention of killing her spirit.
“We agreed that she’d stay on the ship for most of the time,” he said.
“She thinks it would actually add to her artistic mystery. The humansinger raised by Brions who descends from space to sing to them only every once in a while. And when she’s on the surface, she’ll be guarded, of course.”
“Not taking chances anymore?” Diego asked with a knowing smirk.
“Of course not,” Faren said. “I only trust her with my best. Luckily she’s quite fond of Roven.”
Diego nodded.
“And the whole thing with you being you? Do you skip the cup of blood in the morning?”
Faren glared, but he knew Diego was merely joking with him, making light of a topic that wasn’t really one.
“I’ve debunked most of the nonsense they talk about me.”
For a moment, Diego’s eyes were serious.
“And the things that are true?”
“As best as I could,” Faren said, shrugging.
“And she understands?”
“She’s my gesha.”
The knowing smile on Diego’s face said everything he needed to know.
“You have got to be kidding me,” they heard Isolde’s voice. “I swear in the name of everything that’s holy, that can’t be true…”
“Well,” Leiya argued. “I wouldn’t call it redecorating as such. It’s still a war ship. But a little color, a little light. I don’t know how they live like that, in the darker parts of the ship you can’t see your own outstretched hand.”
“If Faren lets you redecorate the Unbroken, that’s the day I know hell has frozen over.”
“The what?”
“It's a human thing, I'll have to catch you up on so many things... But I definitely have to see what you’ll make of Faren’s ship.”
“You think she’s still in danger?” Diego asked.
Now it was Faren’s turn to laugh, but he did it in his own way, grinning without truly laughing out loud.
“Of course. In a way, she always will be. So is Isolde. You know that. We lead dangerous lives, and we have many enemies. There will always be those who would want to take advantage of them to get to us.”
Diego nodded and his eyes were dark as he did so.
“Agreed,” he said, his voice almost a growl.
“Luckily it also means we are able to protect them.”
That was true as well. Faren was pleased that Leiya found Roven much more to her liking after her escape with him through the streets of the capital. The big warrior had taken horrible wounds, but they were nothing new to him. A lesser man might have died; an even lesser one live but become unfit for duty. Roven did neither.
He’d suffered through the treatment the healers had told Faren was in no way painless. Then he reported to him the next day, ready to follow his commands. Faren knew he could trust only him with something as precious as Leiya. So now the warrior had regular guard duty whenever Leiya was on Briolina.
“Is Eleya following up on Primen’s possible contacts?” Faren asked.
“Yes,” Diego said. “It seems whoever remains by this point are too afraid to make any real moves. The worst of them died on Rhea. Primen’s gone too. I predict they’ll just have to get used to us.”
Faren found that hard to believe. Seeing the look on his face, Diego laughed.
“Not truly, of course. But I doubt anyone is going to pull something that stupid again. I’m tempted to make lessons for my warriors out of the recordings of this mess. Mainly those idiots who just let you crash into them on the street. I have a meeting with the man in charge of the academy those things crawled out of.”
“I’m sure he’s delighted to get to explain the actions of his former students to you.”
Diego’s eyes burned bright and fierce as he smiled the same smile all Brion generals used when a task they relished was waiting ahead.
“Oh, you should have heard him. I’m still amazed at how quickly one can forget how to speak when confronted with us. He finally said something about regret and changes, but I’ll let him repeat that to me in person.”
Faren could imagine quite well how that conversation would play out.
“Yes, I imagine he’ll be glad for the honor of meeting you. No doubt he’ll remember you’ve killed more warriors than he’s taught.”
Diego’s smile spoke volumes. Not all the tasks they had were enjoyable, but every once in a while, they got to play with something like this.
“Oh, I would love to come to your concert!” Isolde’s excited voice carried to them again. “Oh, no, don’t expect Diego there. That would be the day when Brion generals start attending musical events. But we’ve heard you, and your voice is amazing. You’ve brought me to tears…. Hmm? Oh god no, I don’t think Diego even has tear ducts.”
“I was joking,” they heard Leiya protest quickly.
“I know,” said Isolde’s laughing voice. “But I’ll be there for sure, alone. Just me and a few hundred armed-to-the-teeth guards, however many Diego thinks is enough to keep me safe from fans of the musical arts.”
“Oh, he does that too? A week ago I went home to see if my father was alright, you know, after all that mess with Senator Primen and me. My front lawn was so packed with warriors I didn’t see the grass! My mother said some words I hope Faren doesn’t ever hear repeated to him. She loves that grass.”
Faren exchanged an amused look with Diego. It wasn’t easy, having their hearts walk around out of their chest, but that was what geshas were to them. They couldn’t have dealt with the loss of them. Even the idea of it was so painful that they refused to consider it. So Diego and Faren made them move with armed forces who could have taken over a small world, while Isolde and Leiya joked as if nothing could ever happen to them.
Nothing, of course, ever would. They’d make damn sure of that.
“Did you get what you want?” Diego asked suddenly.
“From what?” Faren asked, although in truth he knew.
“From Leiya.”
It had been his goal to be a better warrior through the acquisition of a gesha. To be complete in spirit, therefore stronger in battle. Everyone knew a trained physique was useless if one’s mind was in shambles. Gawen’s death had unhinged him, but Leiya had fixed that and more.
Like a distant memory that no longer belonged to him, he remembered that it would have been hard to believe that he’d ever like someone like Leiya. But he did. Her endless vigor had once seemed exhausting to him, but he’d found she had enough life force for the both of them. And the memory wasn’t important anymore, after all. He was no longer that man.
Faren looked at her, standing not far from him, talking to Isolde. The smile on her lips was as true as she herself. Knowing something and experiencing that were two different things, after all. Faren had known that the Brion fated couples were everything to each other, but he hadn’t expected to feel what he did. To feel at all. He’d expected a sense of duty and closeness, but what he felt was alive.
He turned to his friend, who already knew the answer for there was only one possible option.
“Yes,” he said.
EPILOGUE
Leiya
“Tell us everything, human.”
Human. That's what they lovingly called her now. The
first time they did it, Leiya had been scared that it meant they no longer felt close to her. She realized quickly that it meant the exact opposite. They called her that to let her know that no matter what she was, they still loved her unconditionally.
It helped during the first weeks and months when others were getting used to the idea, helped that her friends joked to keep her in good spirits. Leiya didn't tell them that with her gerion, she was anyway.
The last few months had been so busy for Leiya that it was actually the first time she got to properly sit down with her friends after their last talk on the grass. And that time, she’d been fairly forcefully removed from the conversation, not to mention it being the only thing people seemed to have talked about in her absence.
After Primen had died, she’d spent a few weeks on the Unbroken. Her fear and her desire had both come true and in that time, they’d barely left the bedroom with Faren. If the general hadn’t actually had duties he took very seriously, they might not have been seen in those weeks by any other living soul.
And then, slowly and surely, Leiya had adapted to her new life. The Brion bonds truly were a wonder and her heritage was made public, changing everything for her, somehow making it all better than it had ever been before.
Firstly, she didn’t even need to tell Faren, because the general understood most of her wishes before she did. All the bloody or gory or simply deadly things were kept away from her. And in return, Leiya didn’t make a single comment about the way Faren ran his ship or what he did when he was away from her.
As best as she could, Leiya took an interest in what it was that the warriors did anyway. Some of what she found confirmed her earlier opinions, while other pieces of information toppled them.
In time, Leiya thought she’d get to an understanding with the warriors.
She was also fixing her relationship with her parents, mostly her father. It wasn't like Leiya to hold on to anger, even with something like that. His father had actually cried, something Brions rarely did, when she told him she forgave him. And they'd both cried when she assured him that he'd always be her father, no matter what.