by A. C. Ellas
Once he was soft, he disengaged and backed off, watching with his eyes and his senses as Jisten continued to make love to Rak via the kironi opening. Rak responded to him lustily, crying out with pleasure, squirming and tensing his belly to increase Jisten’s pleasure. Tyll knew that Rak was wholly involved with Jisten to the exclusion of all else. When at last Jisten orgasmed, his seed shooting into Rak to feed the kironi magic, Rak climaxed in turn and Tyll felt the dwindling of the slave fires.
Jisten cuddled with Rak in a post-coitus daze but proved he wasn’t totally out of it. He looked at Tyll and asked, “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“The kironi magic happened, my dear.” Tyll stroked Rak’s belly. “I was expecting this. From here on out, until the baby is born, only you will be able to satisfy Rak’s fires.”
“Only me?” Jisten looked guilty. “That bastard Murson would have been the only—”
“Only you,” said Tyll. “And…yes.”
* * * *
The Lythadi advanced along a front a hundred wide and ten deep. Their horses went from a walk, to a trot, to a canter and then to a gallop in eerie silence. The Koilathan border post guards watched them come with an air of disbelief. The sergeant quickly climbed the heliograph tower. The Lythadi reached the wooden palisade moments before the sergeant sent a quick message up the line.
Station eight. Border breached. Estimate enemy one thousand Lythadi raiders and usual clan support. Repeat, border breach at station eight.
Little did the sergeant know, but every single station sent an almost identical message before every soldier manning the station was slain.
To be continued…
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, organic food and sustainable farming. Most especially do I love 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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