by Sierra Brave
Stepping onto the futon, she crouched, crawling like a cat until she took her place, resting on her back while beckoning him with one crooked finger. He took a quick look around. Xia’s lair, sparsely lit as the rest of her temple, didn’t lack for comfort. Pillows of lush fabric and varying styles surrounded them and close by, hot stones warmed more of the odd-smelling herb he had previously mistaken for incense.
D’Jwan refocused his energy. He stood at the apex of his journey. Now was no time to falter. He dropped to his knees, crawling toward her. He positioned his body on top of her with his face directly above hers. The warm smile she offered him was encouragement enough and he was on her, pressing his lips against hers while grinding his manhood against the silky-smooth fabric covering her cunny.
As she parted her lips, he tasted her, his tongue swimming inside her wet cavernous lagoon with powerful strokes. He kissed her deeply while caressing down the length of her body with one hand. She moaned appreciatively as they separated. D’Jwan sat on his knees, eyeing her form. She had a long neck and breasts like round, ripe melons. His gaze wandered down to the knot holding the sheath of fine silk around her hips. He made short work of untying the binding, not that the scant fabric had left anything to the imagination. He rubbed his fingers through the dark, thin, tight curls crowning her cunt before he slipped a hand under her ass, lifting her enough to snatch the scarf from beneath her. He ran the length of silk between his hands. To start, he would use the smooth cloth around that pretty neck of hers. Since Xia was a deity, in accordance with her status, he had to do everything he had done for the other three and much more to honor her. Anything less would shame him before his grandmother’s goddess, and now he had an audience...three sets of eyes peeping around the tapestry to watch. He smiled, happy to entertain them.
Xia breathed heavily as she came down from her third trip over the edge of the heavenly horizon. D’Jwan had worked her over in every way he had taken her friends and still, he had yet to enter her. Her heart thumped rapidly as she twirled a lock of his blond hair around her finger. Her stomach fluttered, an odd mixture of exhilaration and anxiety trapped within. She wanted him to take her, enter her, fill her up and fuck her until dawn broke, but at the same time, she wished the evening, and thus her time with him, would never end. More beautiful than any man, warrior or king, she’d ever seen, he smelled of musk and sex. She longed to feel his huge length and girth. Surely, he had to be feeling the pull as well. His uncut cock strained against its foreskin, dripping the evidence of hot readiness.
She spread her legs farther apart, drawing her ankles up by her ears. “Fuck me!”
“By your command, my Goddess.” He palmed the base of his shaft, positioning the ruddy reddish head at her entrance.
She moaned as the tip poked at her and she cried out as he pierced her, pushing forward, forcing her insides to adapt with haste as he plunged into her all the way to his hilt. She arched her back and gyrated her hips in time with his thrusts. Grabbing her ankles, he held her feet in the air as he slammed into her hot, damp cunt. Xia reached for her swollen button tingling above the action, rolling the nub between her fingertips.
As if insulted by her taking of things into her hands, he pulled out of her. She whimpered as the cool air covered her sex and punctuated his abandonment but was soon placated when his warm lips nuzzled her folds, kissing and licking his way to the needy button and slathering the tuff of flesh with wet affection. Content, Xia relaxed her neck and shoulders, closing her eyes to amplify the blissful sensations. She cooed and moaned but growled as he lifted his head. Quickly, he repositioned and entered her again, manhandling her thighs as he thrust into her. His hips swirled in a circular motion, bumping and nudging sweet spots deep within her. She writhed beneath him, her breasts jiggling with each sultry slam.
She rubbed her hands across his hard pectorals, tweaking his nipples. Breathily, he moaned, lifting his head toward the heavens as her fingers made their way down between his tight abdominal muscles, past his navel to the patch of light-brown hair over his cock. She watched his eyes, noting the strained look on his face as he pulled out of her again, tightly gripping the base of his shaft. She sighed as her cunt immediately missed the fullness. Son of a whore! She wanted him to plow into her with the strength of an ox. Why does he...? Her eyes widened. Oh! The wetness dripping from his erection told her he was challenging his stamina to please her longer.
As he plunged between her legs, tongue-first, she smiled smugly, gently brushing his hair back behind his ears. His tongue danced up and down and back and forth before swirling in circles around her aching nub. Xia cooed, her hips squirming. Having already come no less than three times, her extraordinarily sensitive pussy surged with wetness and delightful aftershocks. She trembled as a shiver rushed down her spine. Poor, sweet, dirt toiler...certainly, she had tortured him enough.
Tapping him on the shoulder, she demanded, “Fuck me; Release your seed!”
He lifted his head, licking her nectar off his lips as he met her gaze. Slick with sweat, he moved forward, positioning his body over hers and trapping her beneath him as he penetrated her in one fast swoop.
“Umph!” She grunted, startled by the abrupt entrance but soon enough, she howled with pleasure, moving her hips in tandem with his powerful thrusting.
She wrapped her legs around his, entwining their limbs as their bodies collided with passion. This poor fool...she had used him mercilessly. Now she needed to show the grace of the deity he believed her to be. And why not? She was no corn-fed, dirt slave maiden or frail house servant. She was Xia, a commander of nomad warriors, and she had the body and strength to take control.
Pushing D’Jwan, she rocked him over onto his back, taking her rightful place on top of him. She placed her hands on his chest, holding him down and swaying her hips. Her abdominals tightened as she gyrated, her shoulders held back as she swung her head, tossing her hair from side-to-side as she bounced up and down on his cock, fucking him with vigor.
He looked up at her as if he were in awe. Damn—he is adorable! His eyes glistened and his face glowed with warmth as his expression morphed into barely restrained rapture. He wouldn’t last long. His sweet expression and determination to please were so cute she could not help but lean down and drop a kiss above his eyebrow. She lifted her body as she raised her head. Xia’s eyes widened as he followed, lifting his torso while wrapping his arms around her. Face-to-face with him, she gasped, wrapping her arms around his shoulders for leverage. He ran his hands down her naked back and grasped her hips, thrusting in time with her movements. Her breath hitched as her body sweltered. The heated passion steadily wound inside her, ready to spring. She cupped his cheek and stared into his beautiful blue eyes before resting her forehead against his.
“It’s time...” She clenched down on his cock. “Claim your destiny.” She shook with pleasure as he slammed into her a few more times before tightening his hold around her waist and releasing his seed deep within her.
“My Goddess!” He panted as he collapsed on his back.
More than sated, Xia sighed as she rolled off him. She collected a thin blanket to cover them before snuggling up alongside her sleeping worshiper. If luck was with her, he wouldn’t be too disillusioned the next morning.
Chapter Two
Wearily, D’Jwan opened his eyes, blinking as he tried to understand his current predicament. The previous evening, he had started a spiritual journey. He had been alone in the ruins of the old temple of his grandmother’s goddess. Now he found himself waking in what was surely a circular-shaped tent. Like the favorite in a litter of puppies, he had slept smack in the middle of a heap of bodies. While raising his head, he squinted. His heart thumped heavily and his pulse raced as he surveyed the area. These were no ordinary bodies but those of Goddess Xia and her handmaidens. How could this be? Was he still in the spiritual realm?
“Uuuggghhh,” he groaned as pain seared his skull.
“Easy.” Xia sat up and pl
aced a hand over his forehead. She gently rubbed his temples. “You hit the koumiss hard last night.”
“Koumiss?” He repeated the unfamiliar word.
“Fermented mare’s milk,” Micah said, stretching as she sat upright.
“I did?” He squinted, scratching his head.
“You did.” Xia tilted her head as she eyed him. “Not that you weren’t already saturated with strong drink when we came upon you, shaking and shivering in the cold evening air.”
“Yes,” Scyleia said as she shook off the evening’s grip and stood. Her stretching accentuated her body’s nudity magnificently. “We did what we could to warm you up, offering you koumiss and the heat of our bodies.
He glanced down at his nakedness. The offer of warmth could explain their lack of clothing. Perhaps he had dreamed the whole evening?
“It can’t be. I performed a spiritual ritual in the temple of my grandmother’s goddess.”
Xia pulled a tunic over her head before beckoning him to follow her. She led him to the door, opening the flap to the morning’s sun. Pointing, she asked, “That temple?”
D’Jwan covered his manhood with his hand, popping his head out the door to take a look. It was as she said. The ruins were well within sight of where they were camped. “I...I don’t understand. How did I get here? I met a goddess. She looked just like you...”
Xia laughed loudly, throwing back her head before giving it a shake. “Me...a goddess?” She called out to her friends.
They laughed as well.
“Only deity we bow to is Munkh Khukh Tengri,” Scyleia added.”
He shook his head. His grandmother only worshipped the old goddess she would not name, but his mother, uncle, aunt and cousins worshiped many gods. Still, he had never heard of this one. “Apologies, I have not heard of your God.”
“Perhaps not,” Xia replied, “but you see him every day when you look upward to the heavens. We worship the Eternal Blue Sky. He is our god and our empire.”
D’Jwan nodded though he did not completely understand. Disappointment churned in the pit of his stomach. As he stewed in his self-pity, the women dressed and then packed their possessions. Xia touched his shoulder, distracting him from his grief. He turned his head her way. His eyes widened and he tilted his head as he looked her over. Truly, she was like no woman he had ever met. Rather than an ankle-length, sleeveless chiton, Xia was garbed in embroidered trousers, a colorful red and blue tunic, and ankle-length boots. In the light of day, he noticed another beautifully rendered tattoo on her shoulder. This one appeared to be a dragon. Indeed, all of the women were adorned with at least one ink drawing on their skin.
All dressed in their warrior finery, they did not lack for weapons or jewelry. The women carried bows and upwards of thirty arrows in their decoratively embroidered quivers. Kepes toted a light, thin-bladed bronze battle-ax and wore gold earrings and bracelets. Scyleia and Micah had both equipped themselves with riding crops and short swords and each woman wore a long, dangling gold necklace depicting reindeer. Xia wore less jewelry than she had the evening before. Of note, the larger necklace had been replaced by a smaller, less gaudy one but the earrings, bracelets, and gauntlet remained. She sported a dagger at her hip and carried a javelin. The sight of them in full gear set D’Jwan’s heart thumping and struck him with more than a little fear. These were fierce warriors and if the tales about nomadic tribes, who practically lived their lives from the back of a horse, were to be believed, they were capable of great violence.
Kepes, in particular, surprised him with how much she could carry all on her own. Women in his village rarely carried anything heavier than a pail of milk. They were homebodies who busied themselves with light, household chores. These warrior women literally disassembled the roof above their heads. In awe, he turned in a circle, taking a gander at the building they had all but cleared out. All the cushions, tapestries, carpets, and even those heated stones had been packed up and taken out of the tent.
“What are you gaping at? Never seen a ger?” Xia walked up behind him.
Startled, he jumped, turning in her direction. “I...I should help.”
“Ah, be in the way, you would.” Kepes grunted.
Frowning, he asked, “A ger?”
Xia and Kepes laughed at him again. The other two probably would have too if they hadn’t stepped out of the tent.
“You are standing in one. A nomad’s ger is a structure with a round, wooden frame and a canvas covering. She is designed to tear down and transport for reconstruction elsewhere.”
“That’s what you do? Move your home every day?” He tilted his head, lifting an eyebrow.
Xia shrugged. “Not all days. Sometimes, we settle for a spell, but wanderlust is in our blood.”
An ache pained D’Jwan’s chest. Imagine not having a place to call home. What happened to displace these women? Words failed him as he stared back into this woman’s intense dark eyes.
She ruffled his hair. “You are a funny one.”
After being shooed off, he sat out on the grass, rewrapping his robe to fasten around his waist since the garment had been cut down the middle. What remained hardly covered his ass and left his chest mostly bare. He watched with interest as the women took apart their home and packed all their worldly belongings up on an ox-drawn cart. The ox and a few of the unburdened horses were plain enough but the steeds the women rode were extravagantly ornamented with saddles covered with colored felt and sewn with decorative appliques depicting rams, horses, and other animals. These pampered stallions looked like walking art in their exquisite headdresses. A memory of a horned beast from the prior evening flashed in D’Jwan’s head. He ran his palm over his face as he realized how much of a fool he must have looked screaming about monster demons. He had no spiritual journey, only a dream influenced by stout drink.
He contemplated crawling under a rock but his shoulders stiffened as two of the warrior women drew longbows and pointed them nearby. Jumping, he turned to face their quarry, only to see his manservant, Malka.
“Wait!” D’Jwan held up his hands. “It’s okay. He’s with me.”
Kepes and Scyleia lowered their weapons and mounted their horses.
“Apologies, dirt slave,” Kepes addressed Malka with near disdain. He could ponder no reason why she disliked his old farmhand but shrugged off her rebuke without response.
“Young master, I return to lead you home,” Malka announced to D’Jwan’s great humiliation.
His cheeks flushed as he responded. “I know the way.”
“As you say, young master, but these are dangerous times. This area is unsafe.” Malka twisted the knife, albeit unintentionally.
The four women laughed raucously, throwing back their heads and cackling at his expense. Kepes and Micah were even slapping their knees. “Be sure to protect him, ancient one.”
Only Xia appeared to be holding back. She, too, had mounted her steed but brought the horse around to trot in his direction, halting next to him and Malka.
The old man bowed his head. “Gratitude to you for looking after the young master.”
The right side of her lips curved upward. “The pleasure was ours.”
Kepes and Scyleia rode over, filing in on either side of Xia.
“He provided us with some much-needed entertainment,” Kepes added.
Xia tossed Malka a small bag. “Some dried horsemeat. Do you have enough water?”
“Yes.” Malka held up the satchel. “Our thanks.”
She nodded her head slightly before turning her attention to D’Jwan. “Safe journey...I fear I will sorely miss you, worthy traveler.” Her voice grew husky on the last syllable and she licked her bottom lip suggestively.
He parted his lips and lifted his eyebrows, his eyes widening as he finally understood he had not experienced a drunken dream. At the very least, some of his fuzzy recollections had been real. His breath hitched but he managed to speak. “You could come with us!”
The boisterous la
ughter filling the air around him wiped the naïve smile from his face. Even Malka snickered at his expense. D’Jwan appeared to be the only one not in on the jest.
“But why not?” He turned and followed as the horse began to trot away. “Why not settle down, make a home for yourself?”
The women pulled their reigns. Micah’s jaw hung down, exposing her tongue and Kepes and Scyleia shared looks of disgust. Even Xia wore an expression of disbelief.
Kepes broke her silence, her voice venomous. “And become a dirt slave like you? Hobble myself to one place?”
Xia raised a hand, silencing Kepes. D’Jwan’s ears burned as all the blood rushed to his head. Kepes’s harsh words wounded him like an arrow to the gut. Xia’s gaze darted down the length of him, a wistfulness in her expression as she shook her head. “Why not leave your home, learn to ride as we do, sleep under the stars and turn away from everything you are?”
His face flamed as he looked away and nodded. “Understood.”
“Safe travels.” Xia winked before bolting off on her horse. The others followed, driving their scarce livestock.
“Ready to go home, young master?” Malka’s jovial voice struck D’Jwan as irritating at the moment.
He frowned. “Not exactly. How will I tell my grandmother I mixed the potion improperly and never reached the spiritual realm?”
Malka laughed, slapping his master on the back. “You had a spiritual journey. Most men would lay down all that they own to experience such an evening.”
“How would you know? You weren’t even there.” He sighed as he walked toward the temple ruins.