The Sword

by Jean Johnson

  When she pulled out the last bit of cord, she slipped off of the bed and stood next to it, leaving on the unlaced vest. But instead of removing it, Kelly slipped her hands under the front of her skirt and long-hemmed blouse, and did something there that, moments later, dropped her trousers. Peeling them off delicately one leg at a time, she took off her socks in the same graceful motion, then reached under the edge of the vest and removed the half-skirt.

  He couldn’t get enough of her legs. Pale, softly muscled, and dusted with freckles below the hem of her blouse. The sight reminded Saber of that first, torturous glimpse he’d had of her femininity, the first day he had brought her clothes to wear. There had been plenty of skin on view during their incarceration in the bathtub, but this hinted at the illicit and forbidden, rather than the blatant. Saber held his breath as Kelly loosened the ties of her blouse at the lace-trimmed wrists, but she didn’t remove anything else, yet.

  “Your turn. You’re wearing more clothes than I, now,” Kelly reminded him with a smile.

  Slipping off the bed, he stripped tunic and shirt in one motion from his chest. Then cursed with a rueful laugh as the sleeves stayed tied to his wrists. Laughing openly, she helped him, since his hands were trapped inside the sleeves, forcing her to tease out the laces and unknot them.

  Saber grinned and tickled her hands with his fingertips, making her narrow her eyes at him. As soon as both hands were free, Saber stooped and slid his fingertips up the backs of her thighs, then cupped her buttocks in his palms. And frowned and wiggled his fingers, feeling the odd texture there. “What are you wearing, under there?”

  Kelly giggled at the ticklish sensation. Squirming free, she backed up a step, then finished loosening the ties holding the gathered sleeves and neckline in place. A shrug out of her vest, a tug on the fabric underneath, and the blouse loosened completely. It dropped, pooling at her feet, revealing the see-through lacework of her homemade lingerie.

  At the highly provocative sight, Saber stiffened instantly. In every way. “By the gods!” He stared at hearts-within-hearts, woven in the same white intricate openwork that had trimmed her clothes. The lace-made fabric did nothing to conceal the underlying dusky pink of her nipples, or the coppery-blond curls of her mound. “What is that?”

  “Undergarments. In the wedding-night style of my world,” she added, resting her hands on her hips, with just a slight, coquettish cock of one hip to the side, emphasizing the curves that had filled out over the past month and a half. “I take it you like it?”

  Like it? His manhood was straining so hard at the exotic, erotic sight, he was surprised the lacings of his trousers hadn’t broken! Under the intensity of his gaze, her nipples tightened, thrusting against the stitched-together lace that she had somehow made into fabric.

  His knees gave out along with his control, and Saber dropped to the hardwood floor. His hands caught her hips, his head tipped up as she swayed, and his mouth caught one of those tight buds through the textured lace. Suckling greedily, he heard her gasp and tried to gentle his pace, but the texture, the warmth and taste were driving him too hard to be ignored. Cupping her other breast, he latched onto its peak, too. He suckled her through the lace, inflamed by the knowledge she had deliberately worn such scandalously arousing garments just to walk the eight altars with him.

  Her strained cry cracked the fever in him, and he tore his mouth away to look up at her. Caught in her teeth was her lower lip, which Kelly did any time she was worried or overwhelmed. It reminded him that, enthusiastic or not, she was still physically innocent. Breathing hard, Saber scooped her up and laid her on the blanket-stripped bed. He pressed a kiss to her soft, lightly freckled belly, heard her indrawn breath, and licked the skin of her stomach. She gasped, breath hitching in her lungs. This close to the core of her, the scent of her heat made him dizzy with need, as all of his blood pooled in his loins.

  “Beloved—these garments have to go. Now,” he added, drawing the very brief undertrouser-like thing down over her hips, trying to be careful with the flimsy garment. “Before I rip them from you.”

  If he had been anyone else, Kelly knew she would have been nervous to have even that nonexistent barrier stripped away from such an intimate location on her body. Saber, however, had seen her waterlogged and rushing to the bathroom, thanks to the watersnake venom. Hardly the most decorous of moments in which to be naked…and they had been naked in their misery literally for hours, together.

  The only thing she longed for now was for his hands, his mouth, his body touching her where the lace had been only moments before, the underpants tossed to the floor. His comment about ripping her hard work made her fumble at the hook-and-eye fastenings between her breasts. This wasn’t her old universe after all; garments like these were clearly one of a kind, from his dumbfounded, impassioned expression. She couldn’t just skip down to the nearest department store’s lingerie section to buy more, if anything happened to this set.

  He helped her sit up and peel the upper garment away, tossing it aside like he had the panties. Then he dropped her onto the feather-stuffed bed by cupping and suckling both of her breasts hungrily one after the other, making her groan and fall on her back. He divided his attention greedily among first one breast, then her mouth, then the other breast, licking with his tongue, scraping with his teeth, nipping with his lips. Panting, Kelly arched her back into the arousing actions, holding his arms where they were braced on the bed to either side of her, then cupping his head when he shifted up and kissed her mouth.

  Just when the sensations within her started to be frustrating, Saber kissed his way down her ribs, along the soft dip and curve of her belly. He reached the ticklish zone around her belly button, and she giggled, then laughed, then gasped as he discovered how much it stimulated her by nuzzling and licking the dimple in her flesh with his nose and tongue. As she squirmed under him, alternately calling out his name and ticklish protests in half-moaned, half-giggled pleas, the blond mage worked his body down between her knees, parting her writhing thighs with his wrists.

  When she was gasping with each breath from the ticklish nips of his teeth and lips against her thighs, he pulled back with a smile, sitting up on his heels between her calves. His fingertips stroked from her ankles to her thighs, slowly, over and over as he sat there between her legs, the front of his silk trousers blatantly tight with his arousal.

  First over the outside of her legs from ankle almost to waist, then up the tops of them, shin to knee to the tender skin where leg met hip. Then farther and farther to the inside of her twitching legs…until his fingers stopped mere inches from their goal. Deliberately as she watched, he stared right there. Let her feel the cool air of the room on her private core as his fingers pressed against her flesh, slightly parting her nether lips. Letting her feel the heat of his stare as he looked nowhere else, sweat beginning to bead on his slowly tightening muscles. Letting her know just how ready he was for her…and how hot and slick and ready she was for him, just from being looked at so intensely.

  Finally, slowly, in agony of waiting and wanting, she watched him dip down. Felt the cool, silken caress of his chest-length hair brush her thighs. Felt his fingers inch closer, then part her even more. Felt the hot, wet glide of his tongue against her most intimate flesh. Her moan slid up into a tight cry, as his tongue flicked once, twice, then suckled intensely at that one special spot, and her back arched as her eyes squeezed shut, as she wailed with the first, full-blown orgasm a man had ever given her.

  Saber couldn’t get enough of her. He nipped with his lips, he licked every inch with his tongue; he even thought about using his teeth, but her hips were twitching too much with involuntary need to safely try. Then she bucked without warning; in fact, she nearly broke his nose, but it was worth the brief pain as his otherworld-woman cried out, clutching at the covers in the need to anchor herself in her climax. Delving back in, Saber dragged out her pleasure as long as he could.

  Only when her cries, her gasps, her groans h
ad slipped back down into moaning pants, her body quivering and drained for the moment, did he reluctantly kiss his way back up to her belly. Saber drifted his mouth over her breasts for a few moments and then finally up past her Katani-style marriage torc to her parted lips. He groaned himself, when her tongue flicked out and tasted herself on his mouth in little licks.

  Her energy came back. More languorous than before, but it came back, and it was strong enough to push him over, onto his back in the middle of the bed. He groaned again when her naked weight settled against his half-clothed body.

  His hands occupied themselves with her backside as she mated their mouths together in devouring kisses. Somehow, Kelly got her own hands on his biceps, pinning his arms and upper body down so that when she slid her mouth down to his throat, then to his collarbone to nuzzle around his own thin, stiff marriage torc, he couldn’t successfully drag her back. She brushed her lips against his chest, enjoying the tickling of the sparse dusting of dark golden hairs across his skin. Saber loved the sensuality of the act.

  When she reached his nipples, Saber groaned and gripped her arms, unsure he could take such incredibly delicious torture. Each lick, each nip, shot straight to his throbbing groin. And when she did the equivalent of what he had done to her breasts, sealed those kiss-swollen lips around him and sucked on the flat, rosy-brown disc of one of his nipples, he arched up with a shout. But she wasn’t done with him. He rasped her name out in desperate warning, when she trailed all the way down to his belly button, bared just above the waistline of his new trousers, and he shuddered, every muscle tightening against the urge for release when she dipped her tongue into his taut navel.

  He breathed a quick sigh of relief when she swayed up his body again, then caught his breath when she tormented his other nipple. Abandoning his grip on her arms, he focused as hard as he could and unlaced the front of his trousers, removing them while he could without ripping off the silk garment. His manhood poked free of the opening, brushed against her waist and hip, and he tensed yet again as desire threatened to surge uncontrollably through him. She abandoned his other nipple, scrambling back down the bed, and quickly peeled off his trousers.

  Just as he started to sit up, to retake control now that he was fully naked like her, she tossed his pants to the floor and gripped him. Boldly. In her hand. Saber jerked and flopped onto his back, his hips involuntarily thrusting up.

  “Kelly!”

  With her fingers firmly wrapped around the velvety-warm base of his shaft, she dipped her head and tasted his reddened, moistening tip. His own lower lip caught between his teeth, as he grimaced in a struggle for self-control. Proving herself no innocent indeed, Kelly deepened her contact with him, as she took in more of him. As her tongue swirled around him. And when she closed her mouth around as much of him as was possible, and then sucked—

  “Jinga’s Balls and Kata’s Tits!” The oath ripped from him as he bolted upright and reversed their positions lightning swift, slamming her onto her back and coming down hard between her thighs. He pinned her to the bed with the whole of his body, his hands pinning her wrists, his manhood right there, at the hot, moist-weeping opening at the apex of her thighs.

  Kelly would have giggled at the oath, if she wasn’t caught on the verge of a major moan. Because she could feel him. Throbbing. Against her. There. Right where she wanted him to be, even more than he already was. Involuntarily, her muscles twitched, instinctively hungry for more. He shuddered as her flexing hips rubbed her core against his very tip.

  “Do. Not. Move,” he growled in her ear, panting, desperate to regain some control of his raging need. This was nothing like touching himself and finding release. After this, such sparse pleasure would never be enough. If he could only survive long enough to gently—gently—breach her and get fully inside…he could have this for the rest of his life.

  With his face buried in her hair, in the curve of her throat and shoulder, he breathed hard, mentally reciting the names of every one of his ennobled ancestors that he could remember. It helped, a tiny, tiny bit. So he pulled out the big sword, so to speak, and tried to picture his mother and father making love. The most instinctively repulsive thing any offspring could think of.

  That helped. A lot. He even started to breathe easier, to relax against her…until he thought about how his parents had made nine children. That was a lot of children his parents had made, even if birthed in twins…and their no doubt untold numbers of tries in creating them. Which made his mind think of how he and his bride could make even half that many of their own, and the untold times they could try. Groaning, he lifted his head, sought her mouth, and kissed it in apology. He found her bottom lip caught in her teeth again, and he teased it free with his own, then groaned as she moaned and wriggled.

  “I can’t wait anymore—”

  “Good!” Kelly panted, and hitched her hips up closer, impatiently. Pushing him against her willing, feminine flesh. “Now!”

  Groaning at his bossy wife’s demand, Saber kissed her hard and deep, then braced himself on one elbow, making certain he was in the best position against her with his free hand. Then, slowly—excruciatingly slowly—he pushed inside. Kelly forced herself to breathe, as he stretched her flesh painfully, then slipped back out a little. He came in a little bit more, then eased out.

  Breathing hard but steadily, in rhythm with each indrawn and exhaled breath, he breached her slowly and gently, over and over, until he was finally all the way inside, as far as he could go. He rested inside her for a little while, the sweat from his effort turning his skin slick against the arms she had wrapped around his ribs, then he eased out and back in a little. And again. And a little sooner, a little faster each time. Each stroke a little longer and deeper than before.

  His head dipped down to hers; his lips plucked and nibbled at hers. Her tongue swept up to taste him, and he moaned as she boldly imitated with her tongue what he was doing with his manhood. Determined to give her pleasure before he finally took his—which would hopefully not be long, with the feel of her sultry heat smothering his need—he freed a hand and slipped it down between them, tickling that budding pearl that had made her go wild when he had licked and suckled it before. She shuddered, her throat tightening on a keen. Her legs hitched up instinctively, hooking around his waist and allowing him greater access.

  That allowed him to slide even deeper, gloriously deeper…and he gave up his control.

  Bracing both arms, Saber surged into her, pleasuring her with perfect friction, invading her over and over as man was meant to know woman, as woman was meant to know man. Her hands slipped down to grip the flexing muscles guiding his hips. It built between them, their shuddering, striving pleasure. Head arching back, Kelly cried out, straining up into him, tightening around him; he gasped and bucked into her, flooding her as she milked him for his seed.

  It took a long time for the convulsions to relax, for the trembling to ease. For him to stop pushing into her and just accept his home in her body. His sword in her sheath.

  They rested together, until he finally found enough strength to twist to the side, taking her with him so that he didn’t crush her any further. He had slipped out of her with the maneuver, but at her mumbled protest, Saber shifted a little and slid his still somewhat hardened flesh back into her depths. Grinning at her contented sigh, he cradled her close.

  The quiet night air was filled with the scent of their musk, the heavy, rich scent of sex and sweat. Kelly buried her nose in his soft hair, breathing in the aroma of his soap, his sweat, their satisfaction. Every once in a while, her body would involuntarily contract around him, proof she had just had a really big orgasm. That thought made her smile. Feeling him jerk, hearing him suck in a sharp breath at each contraction, that made her laugh, though she tried to stifle it.

  “What…what’s so funny?” Saber managed somehow, since with each chuckle, her body convulsed like a little slice of the afterlife around him, making him tremble. With shock as well as pleasure, because
he could have sworn he was dead; blissfully, satedly, wonderfully dead…but no, she had to prove he was still very much gloriously alive.

  “It’s a female thing.” She tightened deliberately around him, he moaned and shuddered, and Kelly giggled again.

  “Oh, sweet Kata! Do that again,” Saber begged, feeling his body tighten and harden again. “Please!”

  “Okay.” Kelly did it again, tightening her Kegel muscles, as they were called in her universe. He gasped, swore, and rolled her under him again.

  Just that fast, he was gliding into her, a deep friction that made her catch her breath with each delving, exploring thrust. Concentrating, she tightened when he first entered, over and over. Then when he pulled out part of the way, again and again, then alternating the two somewhat randomly. His breath hissed against her temple, his chest reverberated against her breasts, and he groaned when she returned to the first rhythm again. He hitched into her, stayed deep and tight, while he arched his back a little and braced himself more solidly over her, then he thrust again, ducking his head and taking a hand-plumped breast into his mouth for a bit of suckling.

  The double stimulation shattered Kelly. Arching her head back into the feather mattress, she cried out and clenched tight around him. He let loose an oath, releasing her breast, and thrust hard, once, twice, thrice into her depths. That was all it took for either of them, and it took all that both of them had.

  As they both sagged in repletion, Saber slipped gently out of her and onto his side, cuddling her against him protectively. The last thing he heard after dousing the light was his name on her breath, the last thing he felt was her heartbeat thudding in time with his own.

  The first thing he felt an untold while later was her mouth, warm and wet and completely unabashed, once again doing exactly what she had done earlier to him. Only this time, ambushed and on his back, Saber tensed even as he came fully awake, arched his back in sheer pleasure, and spasmed with a shout, thrusting up into the glorious suction of her mouth. Thankfully, she gentled her ministrations; otherwise, he might have grown too tender.