Her kisses continued down to his navel, and there she paused to lick. With her left hand, she reached down and grasped Soren's cock, working it in preparation for her tongue. She jacked him off against her throat, moving the head of his cock down her jawline and across her chin. Merieke's tongue flicked out, almost touching it but not quite. Soren smiled at her game. Soon it would be his turn.
Without warning, Merieke devoured Soren's cock, the pleasure of which caused him to suck in his breath and hold it. Her lips held his hard shaft against her ever-moving tongue. Her head bobbed up and down, and Soren groaned in pleasure to see his cock disappearing into the mouth he had wanted to fuck for so long. Merieke looked up into his eyes while she sucked. She knew exactly what to do.
But then something happened that surprised and impressed Soren, a man impressed by nothing where sex was concerned. Soren was so far more advanced than any of his lovers that no one had ever been able to catch him unawares in the bedroom.
Merieke did. As she sucked, she dropped both her hands below Soren's legs so that her hands were out of sight. Soren knew she was up to something, but he could not guess what. Then he felt something cool against his asshole, and he looked down in surprise. Merieke managed to smile while still keeping his cock in her mouth.
Soren was open to anything, so he trusted Merieke to please him. So far she was doing an excellent job. He relaxed his asshole and let Merieke slip inside whatever she wanted to put there. Whatever it was, it was not very big. Not as big as a cock. And then a most pleasing vibrating sensation filled his back passage.
One of Konas's vibrating eggs. And that explained the ribbon. She must have tied it around the center division where it was wound up to be able to pull it out of his ass when the vibration stopped. In some ways, the vibrating egg was like anal sex in that it put significant pressure on his cock, reminding him how intimately connected a man's penis and back passage really are. But it was somehow different. The pressure was more ticklish, though it still felt as good. In fact, the pleasure point of a man's ass was right near the hole, so, if anything, the egg worked better than a cock, for it vibrated right against the spot.
Soren breathed quickly, grabbed Merieke by the hair, and forced her face down onto his cock. He held her there while she could not breathe for many moments gagging her before allowing her to come up for breath. Her eyes shone with tears of satisfaction.
“Do you like it?”
Soren nodded quickly. “A nice touch. Never had my dick sucked like this before.”
Merieke smiled and opened her mouth to receive him again. He thrust gently forward, putting himself back into her mouth. She sucked him like this until the vibrations nearly forced cum to erupt from his cock. But the egg had run its course and would have to be wound up again. Merieke moved as if to do that, but Soren reached down and pulled out the egg. In one swift motion, he stood, and though Merieke was on top of him, he stood with her, and the display of his easy, dominating strength caused her to squeal.
“That was incredible, Merieke.” Soren twirled her around and set her down on the pillows. “And you gave Sillara her first orgasm. Now it's time that you feel the gratitude of the Itenu children.”
Merieke stroked Soren's cock. “We are all Lotus children. We are the sex gods of Gilalion.”
Soren produced the blindfold, and Merieke's eyebrows shot up. “Oh, it's not what you think. In fact, I want you to watch everything I do to you.” He felt the slightest shudder travel through her, but when he acted, he found she was quite unprepared for it.
Soren used the thick strip of silk to gag Merieke, tying it under her hair behind her neck. Her wide eyes asked the question her mouth could not form.
“You're at my mercy,” Soren whispered in her ear. “I'll do with you what I like, you'll have to watch me pillage your pussy, and no one will understand you if you call for help.”
Merieke moaned into her gag, and her desire melted her from her eyes to her hips. She tried to scramble away—like a good girl who knows how to play the game—but Soren cornered her and held her on the pillows with nothing but his body weight. Merieke clutched at the pillows and waited for Soren to do his worst.
The half-Ausir sailor brought his shapely, muscular legs up near her waist and planted his feet on either side of her. Then he pulled her legs up so that her knees touched her nipples. With her bare pussy fully exposed, wet, and vulnerable, Soren held both her ankles together in just one hand while he dipped into her with his mouth. He placed his lips against the top of her pussy and tongued her clit. He did this for as long as it took her to start fucking his face. Then he dropped down and ran his tongue from her ass up her pussy lips, drinking every last drop she offered him. He ate her until she came multiple times. Though she weakly struggled, he would not release her ankles. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes and fell back into her wig.
“But we're not even there yet,” Soren said with a mischievous smile.
Merieke mumbled something into her gag and shook her head.
“But you asked for it. You should've known what you were getting into.”
Merieke whined.
Soren readjusted his position so that he could crouch down and put the head of his cock against her cunt while keeping his feet planted on the ground. With a swift, dominating move, he buried his cock in her, and as it slid home, he reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, snapping her head forward so that she could watch his long, beautiful cock disappear inside her.
Merieke's legs shuddered and slammed back against his thighs. And then Soren settled in. He slipped his arms around the under side of her legs so that her knees were not only together but trapped by his shoulders. He pulled out, only to slam back in. He dropped his ass still farther down, working on finding that right angle where the head of his penis would hit her pleasure spot every time. Every woman had one, and it did not take him long to find it. Not only was he a skilled lover, but Merieke moved in such a way as to facilitate his discovery. Like him, she clearly had no desire for delay.
And then the pillaging began. Soren fucked her like a man gone mad, and so strong were his thrusts that he had to hold her body in place by clasping his hand behind her shoulders. He fucked her until his heart nearly burst with exertion, and only when he paused to catch his breath did he allow Merieke to move on her own, to gyrate on his cock and work it the way she wanted.
After a little rest—though he did not remove his cock—Soren started again, what he called pillaging. “Give me my booty. I demand tribute in cum.”
Merieke squeezed her eyes shut and cried, but Soren had no mercy on her pussy. He slapped her breasts, stinging her nipples with his fingers, and he choked her. When she did not come fast enough, or when she did not come to his satisfaction—if he thought she was holding some back for herself—he would slap her across the face. Not too hard, but just enough for the sting of slight pain to travel through her body the same way pleasure did. Some people liked it that way, and Soren knew Merieke was one of those women. He suspected her proclivities merely based on her social station. As the only daughter of a beloved war hero and a high noble of Arinport, Merieke intimidated most men. Women in her position liked a man who could control them and force cum from their pussies.
Merieke exploded onto him, wetting his upper thighs with her pleasure. Soren briefly considered fetching a pleasure slave to fill her other hole, but she was having a good enough time already. The scent of her desire aroused Soren further, and he pillaged all he could from her.
When she no longer responded to his demands, he knew she had had enough. Soren redoubled his efforts and fucked her pussy until he felt his own climax come. He dropped down near her then, clutched her to his chest with both arms, and filled her with his seed. His orgasm revived her, and Merieke, with her legs now free, spasmed against him and came one last time.
All that was left of them was a mass of sweat, moans, and labored breathing.
Chapter Ten
Konas stoo
d behind Sillara and pointed to the horizon. Over her shoulder he gestured and said, “How far the dunes reach, like a sea!”
“I wonder what lies to the west.”
Konas sawed at the rope behind him. Sillara's wondering eyes were on the wide world below, so he was confident she did not notice. He kept picking at the rope with a jagged knife. It could not be a clean cut—it needed to look worn. Broken.
“The Ausir race was born in the uttermost west,” Konas said, “as you know, but our ancestors spread east to make their home in the Silbrios.”
Sillara smiled and rubbed her bare arms. “So there is more beyond the desert than the sea.” She turned back to glance at Konas, and his gaze fell on her Itenu tattoo. There was something about that falcon he hated, as if it would somehow snatch her heart away from him.
“Yes, the ancient home of the Ausir, a forest so thick and untamed as to make the Silbrios look like a well-tended garden.” Konas reached up with his free hand and rubbed her cold skin. It was strange to feel so cold when the sun burned the waterless earth below. He sawed at the pace of his rubbing, and Sillara was none the wiser. Soon the rope would break, and they would plummet.
Konas had to be ready. It was a terrible risk, but he could not let Soren get his hands on her. He had to save them from themselves. He trusted Sillara and her proper Ausir education, but Soren she adored above all others, and if he tempted her with his illicit love, she would capitulate.
Back and forth he cut, and then without warning, the rope gave and lashed his arm.
“Watch yourself!” Konas grabbed the snapping rope and heaved it toward him, leaning back with all his weight. The balloon lurched and spun.
Sillara ducked.
“Keep your head down.” Konas wrestled against the wind. “Another rope could snap any moment.” But all the other ropes were secure and were in no danger of breaking.
Konas controlled the descent of the balloon to make sure the fall did not kill them both. At times, he had to let go of the ropes just enough to make their fall from the sky frightening, but not enough to actually make it dangerous. Sillara had never flown before, so to her untrained eye, what Konas did went unnoticed. Whenever Sillara glanced up, Konas would thrust her head back down for her own safety.
Even as they fell from the sky and Konas knew his plan was working perfectly, still he feared for Sillara. What if this scheme failed? What if he could not ultimately control the descent and they crashed? He struggled with his own fear as much as with the gusts that drove him far off course. Konas had hoped to land somewhere near the River, but the balloon was too much to handle. He had overestimated his own ability to steer it once he cut one of the vital ropes holding the whole thing together. Instead they were driven west, farther than any Sunjaa had ever ventured. Konas leapt up to hang on the rope, pulling it down with all his weight. This caused the balloon to take a sharp drop, which in turn decreased their velocity. Once the balloon slowed, Konas mastered the steering of it, though he could not simply put it down like a feather. He had to make Sillara think they had crashed. So he eased up right at the end, and the basket smashed into the side of a high dune. A moment before the crash, Konas fell to his knees and hugged Sillara against him, using his body as a shell over hers.
Sand sprayed into the basket, and the wind, caught in the balloon, dragged them farther down the slope until the whole basket tipped over, spilling out the pair. Konas tumbled out still holding Sillara, and down the dune they rolled. He made sure to spin her in such a way that when they came to rest, he was lying on top of her.
Sillara was unbruised, and her tousled hair and sandy skin gave her a wildness that attracted Konas. Her eyes shone with excitement, and her breast heaved against his chest. He was nose to nose with her.
“Are you all right?” Konas asked, moving his hands down Sillara's sides. No broken bones. She felt wonderful.
Sillara nodded. “Fine. What happened?” There was no reproach in her voice.
Konas wanted to kiss her lips, but it was too soon. Everything was going according to plan; he would not risk ruining it now just because he was impatient. If he played this right, she would be his anyway.
Konas rose, and he helped Sillara to her feet. “A malfunction. Nothing I can't fix.” The sun burned his skin, and he was obliged to wrap himself in a light cloak. He pulled the cowl over his brow, shading his fair Ausir eyes from the glare. Desolate land in all directions. It was perfect.
“What is going to happen now?” Sillara did not seem afraid. She seemed, if anything, excited.
“You're jolly.” Konas gestured eloquently to their barren, harsh, and deadly surroundings.
Sillara shrugged and climbed the dune. “Nothing ever happens to me. I am grateful for the care my brother and parents—and you—take of me, but it is pleasant to have something happen.”
Konas followed her, and when they reached the top, they had a view of the desert to the horizon in all directions. The only feature that broke the sand was a rocky ridge that lay in valley between two high dunes.
“We cannot stay here,” Konas said.
Sillara turned to him and shifted her gaze to his face. “Did you not bring water and food?”
“Yes, of course I did.”
Sillara said nothing but looked as if waiting for further explanation.
“I don't think you appreciate the situation we're in,” Konas said. “Even though I can probably fix the balloon, it will take longer than the light will last.” He would make sure of that. “The balloon works only during the day.”
“That's all right.” Sillara turned back and pointed at the rocky outcroppings. “Doubtless there is a place we can shelter, and we can sleep beneath the sky for once.”
“But what of your maiden honor, Your Grace?” Konas's use of her title would call to mind her destiny as Queen of the Ausir.
Sillara's chin dropped against her chest, and her gaze was cast down. “There is that.”
The moment had come. There was no going back. If Konas did not ask now, he never would, and he would kick himself daily for letting this perfect opportunity pass. He took a deep breath, felt his stomach rise into his throat and then fall into his feet, and dropped to one knee. He took Sillara's hand and turned her toward him.
“Marry me, Sillara.”
Sillara's mouth fell open. She just stared at him.
But she had not pulled away, either. She had not gone running off to waterless death in disgust of his offer. There was hope.
“I will guard your honor with the love I have had for you since your Sunjaa coming of age, since the day you became a woman and were ready for love.”
“Do you love me, truly?” Sillara's uninflected voice betrayed none of her feelings. To Konas she seemed distant, perhaps baffled.
But neither did she spurn him. There was hope.
“As Kerelebos clings to Kerelindos, so I would embrace you if you let me.”
Sillara smiled, and her face brightened.
Konas trudged forward. He would wring her “yes” from her. “Marry me, and you'll be able to stay in Arinport. You'd never have to sail across the sea and live in Duildal for the long centuries of your life.” Arinport meant Soren in her mind, and Konas hoped to tempt her with the very thing he would keep from her.
Sillara squeezed his hand, and understanding dawned across her countenance. “And you would marry me? I do not want this crash to force you into anything.”
“As swift as sunrise. Nothing would please me more.”
“Then I shall be yours.” Sillara tugged at Konas's hand, and as he stood, he swept her up in a great hug.
It had worked. Sillara was his, and it had been so easy, Konas dared not think on it too much lest his analysis shatter the dream. He put her down on her feet and kissed her lips. He had tasted nothing sweeter in his life. Her kiss was life to him, a cool draught to a parched throat.
“I've been wanting to do that for years,” Konas whispered into her hair as he hugged her.
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“Kiss on, then.” Sillara nibbled at his neck. “You have your wife in your arms.”
Chapter Eleven
Her own words sent a shiver through Sillara. Konas's wife? It seemed strange, too strange.
“Not quite yet.” Konas's grave eyes were yet full of so much love that Sillara wondered she had never seen it before. “But before we swear, does it bother you to … break your oath to my brother?”
His brother. Brother. Soren. How could she leave Arinport—Soren—behind? “No,” said Sillara clearly. “It was not my oath. And you know your brother best. Would he not now refuse me anyway, for I will have passed the night in the company of a man?”
“True.” Konas closed his eyes, and Sillara's heart began to pound in her breast. “I am yours,” he said. He held her hands against his heart for a moment, then slipped his broad, gold wedding bracelet off his wrist.
Sillara's mouth was dry, and she could not speak. Konas lifted her hand to his lips, kissed it, and then looked expectantly at her. Sillara licked her lips, forcing the words. “I am yours.” It was a ragged whisper, barely above a breath, but Konas's face was transfigured with joy. He slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, and the gold was cold and heavy.
Sillara burst into tears. Some heavy feeling overwhelmed her. She knew that what she had done could not now be undone, but why should that distress her? She would be able to remain in Arinport, where Soren would be as close to her as Kerelindos was to Kerelebos.
No, Konas swore that for himself. Sillara wiped her eyes, and she forced a smile through her tears at Konas.
“I am glad you are so happy.” Konas's own joy filled him, and Sillara was grateful for the chance to hide her face when he pulled her to him. “I had never dreamed that you could love me as I do you.”
Sillara kept her face hidden on his chest, but his hands roved up and down her sides. When his touch skimmed her hips, she pressed harder against him. She felt his cock rise in response, an immediate jerking that pleased her.
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