He knew, at first, she found this indication he would call upon her in the night, but as yet, he hadn’t.
To regain his equilibrium, he decided that night, he would.
He did not make note of that then.
He rose, disrobed, and moved to the water to bathe himself.
He knew she had her eyes on him as he did so, but he didn’t even glance her way.
He fully dressed again after.
Chu then went to his blanket which was spread three feet from hers, his saddle rug rolled up at the top to act as a pillow.
She was sitting on her blanket, knees up, arms loose around her calves, staring at the gentle flowing Tebes.
He sat, then fell to his side, head toward the river so he could see her face, torso up on a forearm. He stretched out his legs.
“Tell me about your sister,” he ordered.
“Elena is not my favorite subject,” she replied.
“This was not a request, my mouse,” he said softly.
She did not turn her head, but her eyes darted to him.
He also watched her body come alert.
Hmm, yes.
She was ready to play.
“I don’t wish to discuss her,” she shared.
“I don’t care.”
She looked back to the river, mumbling, “She’s perfect.”
“Is she?”
She fully turned her head then and stated, “Yes. Have you not noticed? Are you one of the very few who does not think she commands the sun and dapples the leaves with golden rays?”
“I cannot say I did not watch with some awe, her performance at the coliseum,” he shared.
Serena continued to mumble. “You and all of Fire City.”
“Though, otherwise, I do not know her.”
She again turned away.
“I pity you. She’s extraordinary,” she told the river sarcastically.
“And you envy her, rather than being proud someone of your direct blood is remarkable, negating a possibility for you to be remarkable, as there is very little that is more so than someone who could be dimmed by another’s light, having the strength of will and goodness of heart to exalt in that light and shine their own because of love.”
She looked at him again, her arresting face having grown hard.
“With respect, Master,” she bit, “but as you are not in my position, you couldn’t possibly know.”
“I disagree, mouse, for my older brother was taller, stronger, more agile, swifter, and he was the oldest of us all, thus born to be king.”
Her eyes grew round.
“And I loved him greatly,” he finished.
“By the goddess,” she whispered.
“Unfortunately, in my culture, when multiple boys are born to the royal family, it is customary, when they begin to come of age, for the younger ones to be murdered so that they do not dispute or connive to circumvent the ascendency, something that, through history, happened with great frequency.”
At that, she twisted her whole upper body to him, saying, “Bloody hell.”
“Indeed. Making this story all the more heartwarming is that it is the mother of the boy who would be king who ensures her other offspring do not stand in his way. While the father casts his gaze elsewhere and ignores what is happening, the mother hires the assassins who will slaughter her children. That is, if one has not shown in his training that he won’t be a better ruler. Unfortunately for the three of us, but I hope fortunate for the realm of my birth, my brother was extraordinary.”
“You’re a prince?”
“No, I am a Trusted.”
“But you were born a prince.”
“In a meaningless way,” he allowed.
“That’s never meaningless,” she said softly.
“No, it was,” Chu disagreed. “What was not meaningless was my brother, who would be king, who loved me as much as I loved him. Thus, he helped me to escape so when the assassins were to come to take my life, and those of his other brothers, we were not there. Instead, I am here, alive, in the service of another great king, and my life has meaning.”
“I’m her older sister,” she reminded him.
“Then act it.”
She looked to the river.
He gave her time to think on that.
Before he was done giving her that time, she asked the river, “What happened to your other brothers?”
“During our escape, one was felled with a spear. After it, the other connived to go back, take vengeance and seize power. However, to do that and not leave any loose strings, he would have to dispatch me. We fought. He did not win.”
That earned him her attention. “So where is he now?”
“At the bottom of the sea.”
Her eyes were again large. “You killed him?”
“I preferred to be the one left breathing, but more, to be certain that my older brother would not eventually face the same test.”
“You killed your brother so he would not kill your other brother?”
He shrugged.
“Chu,” she whispered.
In the beginning, she did not remember his name.
She had come to learn it.
And he had learned to like it on her lips.
“As you can see, I come from a fond and affectionate family.”
He watched in the moonlight as something moved over her face. She seemed disconcerted and suddenly awkward, as if she did not know what to say, to do or to think.
This reaction did not surprise him.
It was that way, Chu had found, when you’d spent your life concerning yourself only with yourself, and suddenly, you thought of the feelings of another.
And it was not in his character, not in the role he played with a partner, definitely not in the role he was meant to play with her, but he felt the need to alleviate this for her.
“Come, mouse,” he murmured. “Bring your saddle rug and blanket. I will tell you a tale of the land of my birth.”
All awkwardness left, alertness suffused her frame, and she tried not to appear eager, but she failed as she moved to do as she was told.
He took the saddle rug and propped it against his own, leaning back to it, before he set her blanket aside.
He then opened and cocked his legs, tipping his head to his lap to share where she would position.
She moved there immediately, settling down on a hip between his legs.
“Slide down and free me,” he murmured, watching her face grow hungry. “Then get comfortable and draw my sac in your mouth.”
That hunger grew, stirring him, though he’d been hard before, this beginning when he gave her the order to join him.
She again did as told, and he watched her, stirred all the more.
Absolutely.
She was an exceptional submissive.
Her warm wet mouth around his balls, he leisurely stroked his hard cock as he looked into her eyes.
And he began.
“This tale is known as the Emperor of Dust. But it is about the lady of the chalk. Not surprisingly, she lived on the chalk, alone, and lonely. From her home on the chalk, or the moon, she watched the earth, pining for company. She witnessed men and women falling in love, and she yearned for a lover. The emperors along the ages knew of the lady of the chalk. They knew it was she that appeared, lighting the night sky. They had heard her beauty was the greatest of all throughout eternity. And they knew her power was even greater. Generation after generation, they plotted and planned to find a way to build a bridge into the night sky, to the chalk, in order to claim her, possess her, make her beauty their own. But mostly, they schemed to take her magic that shone through the dark.” He lowered his voice. “Suckle, mouse, gently.”
She did that.
He enjoyed it as she did.
He also shifted so his legs were wider, the cushion of his thigh steadier for her head, and he carried on.
“One day, while watching the earth, the lady of the chalk noticed a warrior.
He was the mightiest of all. His spear always hit true. His bamboo staff was never broken. He was also the most handsome she’d ever seen over her thousands of years on the chalk. She fell in love with him and sent down her magic to grace his sword, for it never to be broken in battle, for him never to be harmed when he faced a foe. She did this as he slept, but he woke, and on the beam of her magic, he saw her face and fell madly in love with her. He sent a promise through her beam that he would find a way to get to her. He would then wed her, keep her safe and make her happy for the rest of her days. Release, Serena.”
She let loose his balls.
Chu shifted his cock and she took his cue, repositioning.
He slid in her sweet, hot mouth.
“Hold me, my slave princess,” he murmured. “No suckling.”
She nodded carefully, her eyes locked on his.
With his cock in her mouth, Chu stroked her jaw and recommenced his story.
“The emperor at that time had a powerful sorcerer who he had ordered to find a way to the lady of the chalk. In his magical mirror, this sorcerer saw the beam, heard the warrior’s message, and warned the emperor that the lady of the chalk had fallen in love with the mightiest warrior of the realm. He also warned the emperor that he had had a dream that this warrior was so strong and stout, their love so true, the warrior could build a bridge and he would not only steal the lady of the chalk from the emperor, he would also leave the emperor empty.” He cupped her jaw and warned, “I said, no suckling, Serena.”
She stopped what she’d started doing.
“Good girl,” he murmured and continued, “Worried about his reign, the emperor vowed no one would have her but he, so he gathered them all and ordered every warrior in his realm to attack the warrior. He found the sorcerer was right. This warrior was so strong and stout, his sword indomitable, one after the other, hundreds, then thousands of warriors fell as the lady of the chalk watched in fear and horror. And when her love defeated the last one, she rejoiced, and he roared his triumph to the sky. He threw up his sword in victory and a bridge formed on the arc of its path, straight to the chalk. So delighted was he that the bridge had formed, he ran there, without sword or shield, the emperor running after him with his royal bow and arrow. The warrior arrived, took his love in his arms, but before he could bestow on her a kiss, he took an arrow to his back, right through the heart. As he fell, the lady of the chalk held tight to her beloved and fell with him, into the dark sky, falling and falling through the nothingness, together forever. At their loss, the moon grew cold and stark, and the bridge crumbled away. The emperor perished there and dissolved into dust, known only for eternity as the Emperor of Dust.”
As he finished, he saw Serena staring up at him, his cock in her mouth, but her eyes again were bemused, feeling something and not understanding it.
“Slide me out, Serena, then on your hand and knees, arse to me, I wish it reddened before I fuck you.”
She knew how to feel about that and did not delay in carrying out his instructions.
Chu took his knees beside her, allowing his hand to roam the pale skin of her arse. Also allowing himself to enjoy the delicate trembling of her long limbs as she felt her Master’s touch and awaited his intentions. This he did before he spanked her, not lightly, but not too much. She’d be in a saddle for days and he wanted her in every moment to be aware of her Master and his dominion over her, but not suffering.
He then positioned behind her and drove into her slick, greedy cunt. He listened to her deep, needy moans as he used her until he pulled her up by her hair, sitting her on his cock, straddling his lap.
He petted her clit.
She whimpered.
“Who’s inside you?” he whispered in her ear.
“My Master.”
“Did you enjoy your spanking?”
“Yes.”
“Did you enjoy the story?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I don’t…I-I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you know?”
“I don’t know the answer to that either, Master.”
“Because it was unhappy?”
“Was she alive?”
Her question threw him.
“I’m sorry?”
“Her lover was dead, she held him, falling forever. Was she alive while she held him, the lady of the chalk?”
“What do you think?”
“I want her to be dead.”
“Why?”
“Because it is far too awful to think of her forever alive, holding her dead lover.”
It was.
It was far too awful to think of it like that.
He just didn’t think Serena had it in her to consider that.
But he liked it that she did.
And as she did, this deserved a reward.
“Climb off, turn, and climb back on, Serena,” he growled.
She twitched in surprise, for after their very first time, he’d never taken her facing him.
But she did as told.
When he had her sleek pussy again, he ordered, “Tunic off.”
She did that as well.
And he liked her like this, naked and vulnerable astride him, while he was fully clothed.
He held her eyes and commanded, “Now ride me until I come, if you come as you do, do it freely, but do not lose my gaze.”
Serena rode him, hard and rough, and Chu dug his fingers into the heated flesh of her arse as she did so.
He lost her gaze when she came, still bouncing on his cock, but he allowed that for she carried on bouncing on his cock.
He took his hand from her arse to grip her hair and yank her head back, feeling her pussy tighten around him and hearing her cry of pleasure when he did this.
He then shot his seed deep inside her.
“Don your tunic,” he ordered hoarsely, still drifting down from his climax.
With shaking hands, she complied.
“You’ve pleased me,” he shared.
“This makes me happy, Master,” she whispered.
“Did you miss our play?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“Very much, Master.”
“Show me how much, little mouse.”
She looked confused again.
And Chu took pity on her again.
“Offer me your mouth, beautiful slave,” he murmured.
That earned him surprise but she tipped her head back, her lips parted.
He took what he wanted until she squirmed in his lap, then he took it away.
“Grab hold of the blanket, shake it out behind you and hold it to your shoulders,” he commanded, and she obeyed, now with trembling hands.
He lay back, bringing her with him so she was atop him, astride him, his seed mixed with her juices dripping between them, the blanket over them.
“You sleep here,” he said.
“Master?”
She was confused again.
This time, he did naught to enlighten her.
“As your reward for pleasing me and sharing your need for your Master’s attention, if you wake before me, you will wake me with your mouth at my cock. If I wake before you, you will wake with my cock sliding in your mouth. Now relax and sleep.”
“Yes, Master.”
It took her some time, but she relaxed, and he felt her body start to get heavy.
Only then did he say, “She was alive, the lady of the chalk, for that is our fate, a life of yearning and then heartbreak. But in the end, she had what she wanted in her arms for eternity.”
“I don’t like that, Chu,” she whispered.
“Tell my mother that.”
It was then she did something that was most unsettling of all.
After making a mew of what sounded like pain, Princess Serena of the Nadirii nuzzled his neck with her face, tightened her hold on him with her thighs, and tucked her arms against the outside of his in an effort to hold him.
This hold l
oosened as she found sleep.
But Chu didn’t.
He lay under her, his body warmed by a confounding woman, his eyes aimed at the cold desolation of chalk.
61
The Unicorns
Prince Cassius
Ten Miles from The Northwest Border of The Enchantments
WODELL
Night had fallen, and Cassius sat on a log by the fire, his eyes to Elena, his ears trying not to hear the whispered murmurings and soft noises being made by Mac and Jasmine where they were sitting on their own log not far away.
He realized that Elena, seated across the fire from him, was doing the same —trying to ignore the lovers, and failing —when she stood and announced, “I’m going to go sit by the brook for a while.”
She then went to their tent, came out of it with a blanket, and he watched her head in the direction of the brook.
“Do you want me to follow her?” Ian asked.
“No,” he answered and stood, turning his attention to the nuzzling lovers. “Take it to a tent,” he ordered.
Mac broke it off to look up at him and say, “Grand idea.”
He then stood, dragging Jazz up with him and heading toward his tent.
Cass watched them disappear inside, then he glanced about the others.
“I’m joining Elena,” he stated.
“Grand idea,” Hera muttered.
He speared her with his gaze and then turned to Ian. “It’s not far. We’ll be all right but keep an ear out.”
Ian nodded.
Cassius moved but headed to his and Elena’s tent first, nabbing the other blanket, for the night was cold, colder not near the fire, before he traced her steps.
In the days (and nights) since they’d met the Zees, he’d spent time with her and slept at her side, holding her as he did so.
But he knew she’d grown frustrated.
She had, first, because during their days riding beside each other, she’d attempted to get to know him better. But although her questions about him and his life in Sky Bay were thoughtful and delicately stated, any answers he could give were dark and bleak, and he did not wish to burden her with them.
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