by Abella Ward
“I am not discussing my love life...” Kenner began, and Arul interjected with an ‘or lack thereof’, which made Kenner ball one of the papers on his desk and throw it at Arul, hitting his forehead before he continued, “...with a subordinate, even if you are my best friend. But you’re wrong about Mara. We tried going for a relationship, she and me, you know that, and you know how quickly we proved to be completely wrong for each other. I don’t know what her issue with Teresa is, but she’s not nearly so petty or so volatile to attack someone just because she believes I might have romantic intentions towards them.”
Arul stood up from his chair. “You know what? Be in denial, I don’t care. But transfer the bitch. Now.” And, having said his mind, he left Kenner to his work.
That evening, when he returned home, Teresa was already in, setting the table for dinner. At first, she smiled when she saw him walk in, but her expression quickly changed to that of concern. “Well, you look like you had fun today,” she teased him, as he slumped into his usual seat at the table.
“Trust me, you don’t wanna know,” he sighed, and she poured him a cup of chilled fruit wine.
“Trust me, I do,” she told him. “But if you don’t feel like talking about it, I won’t push.”
Kenner looked at her, and Arul’s comment about how they behaved like an old married couple suddenly didn’t seem so farfetched to him.
He took Teresa’s hand in his, entwining their fingers as had long ago became their custom, and kissed her knuckles. “No, I don’t feel like talking about it,” he told her. “But I feel like breaking some rules if you’re feeling adventurous.”
Teresa gave him a curious side-glance and sat down by his side. “I’m listening.”
Kenner’s lips stretched into a mischievous, crooked grin. Half an hour later, he landed on one of the many perches atop the hill on the Isle of Ponds with Teresa safely tucked into his beast’s enormous front paw. He carefully put her on the ground, and then shifted his form back to the man and slid down the mid pole of the perch to meet her.
“It’s so beautiful,” she gasped, her eyes wide as she tried to absorb all the wonder around her. “You know, I more or less have an inkling about I’m banned from most of the areas off-limits to me, but I never figured out why this place,” she mused aloud.
“Because it’s a vantage point,” Kenner replied, deciding this was a harmless enough bauble of knowledge to share with Teresa. “This hill is the second-highest ground in all of the Kinai, and you can not only see all of the areas you’re not allowed in but how to get to them as well.”
Teresa nodded. “You know, I don’t mind the limitations as much as being kept in the dark,” she told him honestly. “It’s pretty frustrating when someone has a slip of the tongue in front of me and then scrambles to change the topic. The other day, I complained about it to Elder Fanag, and then she had a slip as well, telling me I’ll understand after my Joining – and then clammed up about it no matter how much I begged!” Kenner laughed. “It’s not funny,” Teresa pouted, annoyed.
“Oh, yes it is,” he teased her. “And you’d be laughing as well if it weren’t happening to you.”
She scoffed and punched his shoulder lightly, which only made him laugh more and draw her into an embrace, resting her back against his chest and his chin on the crook of her neck and shoulder.
“She’s right, though,” Kenner chuckled. “If the Elders allow you a Joining, and you complete it successfully, you’ll understand why we guard our secrets so closely and help us guard them just as ferociously.”
Teresa sighed, seemingly resigned to let fate take its course. “Will you tell me what a Joining is?” she asked, but her tone made it clear she expected him to refuse her.
And yet, he didn’t. “Joining is what makes Kinai who and what we are,” he told her and pointed to the volcano in the distance. “Every twenty-five years, all Unjoined Kinai men and women older than twenty and younger than thirty spend the winter at the Rookery,” he told her. “That is when the beastlings hatch.”
Teresa turned her head, astonished by this new information, but though he could tell she was dying to ask more questions, the only things she said was, “You shouldn’t be telling me this.” And she was right. He shouldn’t.
But he just shrugged his shoulders, ready to stand by his decision to trust her just as unconditionally as she trusted him. “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t,” he said.
She watched him, apprehensive yet full of the desire to learn. In the end, her curiosity won. “So you are not born shape-shifters?” she asked, and he shook his head.
“How we discovered the process of Joining, no one knows for certain. There are religious texts that speak of prophecies and mystical revelations, but who knows how accurate they are. In any case, the benefits of a successful Joining are such that they make the risk of entering the beasts’ territory worth it, and though the beasts aren’t very fruitful, there are always more beastlings than there are pilgrims, so a few always remain to keep the cycle going.”
“But not all Joinings are successful?” she asked, in a strained voice.
“No,” he told her. “We don’t know why it happens, but the beast sometimes overpowers the host and they lose all control over it. They can commit horrendous acts of destruction in such a state, and must be put down.”
She looked so sad in that moment, her gaze returning to the volcano, now barely visible in the night.
“But, wait.” She livened again as she remembered more questions. “Why do you think the Elders might let me try for a Joining? I’m not Kinai.”
“Anyone can try for a Joining,” he replied, “There have been cases in the past of a joining with Firuzians and Garn, but very few. We simply make the most out of being the closest nation to their only territory on Elamaren.” He let go of her, put his hands on her shoulders and made her turn around to face him. “This is our most guarded secret, Teresa. The beasts would defend the Rookery, but a good enough thief with a good enough navigator on a good enough boat could sneak in through the Ridge and steal the beastlings. Skatians have always fantasized of Kinai slaves, trained to carry them around and burn their enemies to the ground – the kind of money they would pay for just one beastling would be worth the risk to anyone brazen enough. The Joinings keep the number of the beasts low enough that they are not the kind of danger to Elamaren they could be if they were left to multiply freely, and we take good care to limit any damage from an unsuccessful Joining to our lands alone. Perhaps we are selfish and insular, but we nevertheless do a great service to this planet, whether the other nations are aware of it or not.” Kenner cupped Teresa’s chin and looked deep into her eyes. “No matter what, this information cannot leave Kinai islands. Do you understand?”
“I do,” she replied solemnly. “I truly do.” And Kenner believed her.
However, the conversation had made the atmosphere between them heavy, which was the exact opposite of the effect he was trying to create, so he took her by the hand once again, and smiled softly. “Come now... I want to show you why I brought you here.”
She followed him down the hill to the ponds of warm mineral water, which were milky white from the sediment and beautiful to behold. They seemed stacked atop each other like a misshapen honeycomb, water trickling from the springs above the upper pools to fill them all to overflowing. “This is where our newlyweds spend the first five weeks of their marriage,” he explained, as they reached the first set of stone stairs leading into the ponds. “Though, when unoccupied, the ponds are mostly full of couples with children and old people tend to come by during the day... and lovers by night.”
“And which category do you and I fall into?” Teresa asked, a wicked grin on her face, all of the strain from their earlier conversation lifted off her heart.
This was it, Kenner realized. Either he took his chance now, or he could say goodbye to the dream of having Teresa for himself, because even though she teased him, he knew she would accept it w
ithout protest if he claimed he had brought her here as a trusted friend.
But he had made her a promise, all those nights ago in Wallaria, and if it happened, it had to be her choice.
“I don’t know,” he grinned back at her, as he undid the buckles of his uniform. “You tell me.”
A minute later, and he was naked before her, waiting for her reaction.
He didn’t have to wait too long.
Teresa walked over to him and laid her palms on his massive chest. Her touch made his heart race, and he could feel himself begin to harden in response as she slowly ran her fingertips up, burying them in his hair, and gently pulled him in for a kiss.
She tasted of fruit wine, and her lips were soft, warm and full. She did not torment him with a playful introduction, but opened up for him fully right away, and he replied in kind, their tongues dancing together, playing their mating game.
With a low growl, Kenner tugged at the stays on her garments, the silky ribbons melting away under his fingers and the clothes slipping off Teresa’s body, revealing her in all her glory to his eyes. He had spent more nights dreaming of this moment than a grown man really ought to admit to, yet his fantasies came nowhere close to the beauty she possessed.
Breaking the kiss and taking a step back, he drank her in with his eyes, molten hot from desire, loving the little uncontrolled responses of her body to the attention it received – the rosy flush of her skin, the shiver in her breath, the way her nipples puckered up into little pearls he could not wait to run his tongue over.
And, even more, he enjoyed the way her eyes darted across his body, from the planes of his powerful shoulders to the slopes of his hard stomach, and lower, to his now fully erect member, throbbing with the need to be inside of her.
Biting her lower lip, Teresa stepped closer again and, unbidden, lowered herself to her knees. He gasped loudly when she wrapped a hand around his shaft and began to run it up and down at a maddeningly slow pace. Her eyes were firmly on his face, and he could tell what a rush of power she felt at this proof that she controlled his pleasure. It made Kenner’s lust for her burn stronger, brighter.
And then she brought him into her hot, wet mouth, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his head falling back and his knees growing weak. He laid his hands on her head, holding on without force, letting her take him where she wanted and grateful for every suckle, every flick of her tongue across the bulging head.
Not satisfied with driving him half to madness, she stopped after a few glorious minutes and, licking her lips as she stared him in the eyes, walked past him and into the closest pond.
Chapter Seven
The water only reached as far as her chest, the ripples she made as she moved through it fondling her breasts, and Teresa loved the teasing feeling of it, like being licked by a dozen warm, smooth tongues.
She turned around to face Kenner, who watched her, rapt in his hunger for her, as she dipped below the surface and dived out a moment later. There was a mineral taste to the water, very refreshing, and little bubbles floating about, catching on her skin, adding to the pleasure of the bath.
“Well?” she called out to Kenner, issuing her challenge. “I’m waiting.”
As if those words were all he was waiting for, he dove into the pond, his enormous, rock-hard body hitting the surface and making a splash that made her giggle. In the poorly illuminated space, she could not see exactly where he was... but then she felt his hands, so rough yet so tender, fondle the back of her legs from heel to thigh... and his mouth on her sex.
Her entire body trembled as he played with her, licking and suckling her most tender flesh before he slowly rose, kissing up her belly, to catch some air. He did not stop there, though. He kissed his way to her neck before claiming her lips again, as his hands cupped her breasts and massaged her with such care and skill that she could swear her body was melting. Moving forward without stopping either action, he guided her to the edge of the pond, and then lowered his lips, kissing her clavicles and between her breasts before he reached for one of the nipples and sucked it into his mouth.
Teresa mewled loudly, grabbing onto his shoulders, while Kenner continued to lap at the nipple in his mouth, his fingers still kneading her breasts. The way he took his time to please her well and the attention he paid to such fine details made her feel as if he was worshiping her... and, honestly, what woman could ask for more than such complete devotion?
Suddenly, he stopped everything and lifted her up without warning, making her gasp and then giggle. “You are the only man I’ve ever known to make me feel dainty,” she told him, though it was such a silly thing to say. The smile on his lips was positively predatory, and his eyes, shining brightly in the dark, looked at her as if she was the most delicious meal ever made, and he a man who’d lived on bread and water his entire life. It was almost as if his dragon had come out to play, and the thought made her shiver with desire.
Carrying her in his muscular arms, he took them to the pond’s stairs. Sitting down, he positioned her so that she was sitting astride his lap, her feet resting comfortably on the pond’s smooth floor, and the water reaching to just above her hips.
“Do you know how you make me feel?” Kenner whispered in a hoarse voice between kisses he planted wherever he could reach – her mouth, her neck, her shoulders and always, always her breasts. “Like with you, I can be who I am. Not the Darkwing Commander, not the future Elder... just me. Sometimes impulsive and not always wise, but still a good man.” He kissed her lips again, deeply, slowly, before parting with her with a long, heavy sigh. “With everyone else, I must be mindful of my position, and careful to show only those traits that would inspire respect,” he said. “But with you, I can relax and admit I have flaws too, because you care for me... all of me.”
Teresa smiled and cupped Kenner’s chin in her hands. “Yes,” she told him. “I do.” And she kissed him once more, her arms enveloping him into a soft embrace. Kissing her back, he slipped his hand between them, and the next thing she knew he was inside her, filling her up to delicious capacity, making her utter shaky gasps for air as she slowly settled around his mighty rod. To his credit, he let her take her time and did not move until she started to glide over his thighs, desperate to feel more of him within her.
Already so close, she held onto him tight as she rode him, her pace slow but steadily picking up the rhythm, her breathing growing faster, louder. With his hands on her hips, Kenner helped her drive them both towards climax and kept kissing her until he too felt short of breath and began to gasp and grunt.
Closer and closer to the sweet finish, Teresa moaned, riding Kenner hard, wanting as much of him in her as fast and hard as she could get him – and then cried out as her body began to quiver, the force of her orgasm hitting her like a tsunami. Her release triggered his own, and he pumped into her with such force that, when it passed, they were both completely spent and pliant, barely managing to remain above water.
“Lovers and newlyweds, huh?” she asked, teasing, between gulps of breath, and somehow Kenner found the energy to chuckle.
“Tonight, lovers,” he murmured, placing a gentle kiss on her brow. “And next time... who knows?”
Happy with the answer, Teresa snuggled up to her lover and enjoyed the feeling of belonging to someone she actually wanted to belong to.
Chapter Eight
They had only three days of lovers’ bliss before the fateful day that Arul and Mara flew back from their recon flight much too early, fear and panic clear on their faces.
“What happened?” Kenner asked, terrified of their answer, and Mara hissed at him angrily.
“That bitch you brought here told the Skatians about the Rookery!” she replied, loudly enough to attract attention from passersby.
Deciding she was too unstable to give him a coherent answer, Kenner turned to Arul, but his friend’s words brought him no peace. “We saw a pair of kayaks trying to reach the Rookery from the Ridgeside,” he reported, breath
less from the exertion the rushed flight had put upon him. “Mara stayed to fight them off, and I flew forward to see if there were more waiting in hiding. And it was there, Kenner. A Skatian ship, with symbols of Lady Esplyn’s House woven into the main sail.”
Kenner frowned darkly. This was terrible news, indeed, and for more reasons than one. “I don’t know how they found out about the Rookery, but I would bet my life Teresa had nothing to do with it,” he told Arul.
“And I want to believe that, for your sake,” his second replied. “But who else would’ve told them?”
“That’s preposterous!” Elder Fanag exclaimed as she made her way through the rapidly gathering crowd. “She doesn’t even know the Rookery exists. I never once mentioned it to her!”
“Kenner did!” Mara revealed, her voice thick with venom. The crowd fell silent in shock, but Mara continued without pause. “He took her to the Isle of Ponds three nights ago and told her everything!”
There was a pregnant pause, and then another member of the Squadron, the youngest of the men, stepped forward. “It’s true,” he said, obviously uncomfortable with airing his dirty laundry out in public, but determined to soldier on for the greater good. “Mara and I were... um… taking a private moment in the woods when we saw Kenner land on the perches – and he brought his woman with her. We heard everything. He even told her about how one could navigate through the Ridge to reach the Rookery.” He looked at Kenner with guilt and pain in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Commander... but Mara’s right. The foreigner is the only one who could’ve done it.”
