More from Lahn, more from Diandra.
“Plait my hair?”
Me and my big mouth.
“Yes.”
“Paint me?”
I bit my lip because I liked the idea of doing that then whispered, “Yes.”
He grinned.
Then his face dipped close and his eyes got hot before he spoke.
When Diandra translated, I realized I really had to learn the Korwahk language and fast. She was now a serious third wheel and if it wasn’t embarrassing for her, it was for me.
“My wife will take my cock between her legs and in her mouth?”
“Y… yes,” I stammered.
“Her mouth?” he reiterated.
Oh man, I felt a tingle between my legs so they shifted.
He felt it, he knew what caused it and his eyes got hotter.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Then he spoke and Diandra translated.
“Your king will grant this request. No more Xacto, Lahnahsahna, only my golden queen.”
I stared at him.
Oh my God.
He gave in.
He gave in!
My warrior king gave in.
I felt my belly melt. Then I whispered, “Shahsha, honey.”
Lahn smiled.
Then I relaxed in his arms, held his eyes and licked my lips.
He watched me do that then he grunted, “Veeyoo,” and Diandra didn’t translate.
She got up instantly and headed to the cham flaps.
She stopped at them, I looked around Lahn to her, mouthed “Thank you,” and in return she winked before she mouthed, “Well done,” then slapped the flaps back and she was gone.
The minute she was, one of Lahn’s arms went from around me, his hand curled around my jaw and moved my face to looking up at him all the while shuffling me back to the bed.
His head dipped to mine so his lips were so close, I could feel his breath.
“Kah Circe wahloo boh,” he murmured and I could tell by the heat in his eyes and the words I understood in that sentence that he meant I was starting now.
Oh man.
He turned us then sat on the bed, pressing me down to my knees before him.
Yep, I was starting now.
Right now.
His long legs were on either side of me, knees bent. He reached for my hands and guided them to the sides of his hides where both our fingers tugged the ties. Once we had two sets undone, he left my hands where they were, put his in the bed behind him and my head tipped way back to catch his eyes.
When I saw the look in them, my breath caught in my throat. There was no need to translate that look. That look spoke volumes.
One could say my king liked his queen on her knees between his legs.
Mm.
“Kah Circe wahloo boh,” he murmured, his voice thick.
I bit my lip. Then I reached out a tentative hand and rested it against his crotch.
He was, as ever, ready for me. My eyes dropped and I had visual proof.
Mm.
I felt a rush of heat between my legs and automatically my eyes went half mast.
I had a feeling I was going to enjoy this so I decided I might as well do as my king commanded and start now.
I peeled his hides back and my present was instantly revealed.
“Oh yeah,” I whispered, wrapped my fist around the base, moved in and my eyes lifted to my husband to watch his face as I commenced with performing my wifely duties.
I was right, I enjoyed it.
But I knew for a fact my husband enjoyed it more.
* * * * *
The tent was filled with candlelight and I was naked, on my side in bed with Lahn, the sheet up to our waists, his arms around me, our eyes were locked.
My hand slid to his chest.
“Chest,” I whispered.
He tipped his face forward until his forehead was resting against mine.
“Fantastic,” he whispered back, I blinked then remembered I called his body fantastic when I was ranting and I was surprised, and impressed, that he heard the word and remembered it through the translation.
Jeez, he was good.
“Yes, baby, fantastic,” I replied softly and slid my hand up his chest to his face. “Cheek,” I told him when my hand rested against his, it moved and I touched his eye with my fingertips, both of them closed and I kept going, “Eye,” then down, his eyes opened and then I whispered, “Lips,” when my fingers touched there.
Those lips smiled then my hand sifted back into his hair that I’d let loose earlier.
“Hair,” I said quietly.
He grinned. “Gorgeous.”
There it was again.
I grinned back. “Yeah, definitely gorgeous,” I agreed, my fingers gliding down through the thick mass and his hand moved from my waist, over my hip, down my thigh which he lifted and hooked over his hip.
Then it slid back up my thigh to my hip and up to my breast where he cupped it, gave it a gentle squeeze and lightly pressed his forehead against mine.
I got what he wanted. “Breast,” I told him on a whisper.
“Fantastic,” he whispered back and my belly dipped.
His thumb slid gently over my nipple and I pressed my lips together at the sensation that caused then breathed, “Nipple.”
I watched his eyelids lower slightly and damn, it was sexy.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured and my belly warmed.
His hand released my breast and glided down, his fingers curled in so when he stroked my belly, he did it using the backs of them.
“Belly,” I said softly.
“Mm,” he mumbled and that rough sound glided through me like a soft touch.
His hand moved down between my legs and he filled me with a finger.
I said no words because I couldn’t. My lips had parted and I’d pulled in a soft breath as my hips twitched.
“Sweet,” he whispered and my body melted into his.
“Shahsha, kah Lahn,” I breathed.
His finger slid out and he rolled it once, hard against my clit. I gasped softly again then it slid back down and filled me.
“My Circe is sweet,” he told me and my hand went from his back to wrap around the side of his neck.
“Lahn,” I whispered and his thumb went to my clit as his finger moved in and out. “Yes,” I breathed.
“Oh yes, baby,” he corrected, his thumb pressing deeper, I vaguely realized my king really paid attention but mostly I was concentrating on what his fingers were doing and the fact that my hips were jerking.
“Oh yes,” I agreed, ducked my head down and shoved my face in his throat as my hips moved to ride his hand.
He added another finger and I tipped my head back to run my tongue along his throat.
He kept at me and I kept riding his fingers until he suddenly turned me so my back was to his front, he shifted my hips with his big hands, then he drove his cock inside. His arms moved around me, his finger going to my clit, his other hand cupping my breast to tug at a nipple as he stroked deep.
My head reared back and my body bucked.
“Oh yeah, baby, that’s better,” I breathed.
“Yes,” he grunted, “better, kah Circe.”
“Fuck me, Lahn,” I begged and I guessed that was sort of universal because he added hard to the deep. “Yes.”
I felt him shove his face in my neck and his tongue touched there as his thrusts drove even deeper and started to go faster.
Then I covered both of his hands with my own, my neck arched way back, pressing against his shoulder, my lips parted and I moaned a long, silent moan as I climaxed a long, really fucking great climax.
A few minutes later, Lahn’s forceful, rough groan wasn’t even close to silent.
He stayed planted deep for a long time, his hands cupping me in two places, my hands covering his and my breath evened out as I listened to his do the same.
Then he gently slid out but the minute I lost his
cock, his long finger slid back in and his mouth came to my ear.
“My Circe is sweet,” he growled then his teeth nipped my ear.
I smiled into the candlelight.
His head settled to the pillows and I pressed back into him as deep as I could go, my hands still over his where they claimed me.
And about two seconds later I fell asleep in the same position, claimed, in more ways than one, by my king.
Chapter Thirteen
We Didn’t Do All That Badly
I wrapped the wide, absorbent cloth around Lahn’s hips after having dried him. I secured it then, with my hands at his hips, I looked up into his eyes.
“You’re done, baby,” I whispered.
I’d used buckets of warm water and soap that the girls had provided to bathe Lahn while he stood in our tent. He was a mountain of a man so there was a lot of him – a lot of skin, a lot of muscle, a lot of everything and all of it was good but it was even better wet, slick and soapy. The rugs on the ground were a sopping wet, soapy mess. But the bath was seriously fun.
His eyes dropped to my chest and one of his hands went to my waist as his other hand cupped my breast and I looked down to see my apple green nightgown was soaking wet, my nipples were hard and nothing was left to the imagination.
“Not done,” he growled, my head tipped back just as his thumb slid over my nipple, my knees buckled and it was good Lahn was as fast as he was big because his hands caught me at the waist before my legs could go out, he lifted me up, they wrapped around his hips, my arms around his shoulders and he took two long strides to the bed where he took us both down.
Then his hand slid down then up again, inside my nightgown as his lips trailed my neck.
Oh yeah, bath time was going to be fun.
* * * * *
It was late afternoon and Diandra and I were headed to Narinda’s. Seerim had given the all clear for the visit and I was anxious to see her to check how she was doing.
But I had something on my mind.
“Um, Diandra?” I called; she patted my hand in the crook of her arm and looked at me.
“Yes, Circe?”
“Does, um… Seerim, uh… kiss you?”
Her brows drew together. “Kiss me?”
“Don’t you have that word? Uh –”
“We have that word, of course we do, my dear. And yes, of course Seerim kisses me.”
I looked away and felt my stomach clench.
Lahn had yet to kiss me. It was weird and this had lasted so long now I was afraid of kissing him.
“Ah…” Diandra murmured on a squeeze of my hand.
I looked back at her to see she was smiling. “What?”
“The Xacto,” she started, I braced when I heard that word and she went on, “do many things for our warriors. They teach the young ones much. But they are not allowed to touch mouth to mouth.”
“What?” I asked and she turned her eyes to me.
“They aren’t allowed to kiss the warriors.”
I felt my brows lift. “Why not?”
She got close to me and her voice lowered. “Because their mouths have been many places, my dear.”
Uh… gross.
I looked forward again and mumbled, “Other parts of them have too and by your account they don’t avoid those.”
She chuckled then explained, “Yes, this is true and those places are private and special to those of us lucky enough to keep them so. But the mouth is close to the eyes and the eyes the Korwahk believe are portals to the spirit inside. They believe, if you open these portals to the wrong people, they can steal your spirit, cripple you, render you useless, lame. A warrior does not want that.”
Portals to the spirit. Windows to the soul. I’d heard that before and I figured they meant the same thing in a way.
She kept talking. “They do not wish for such as the Xacto to be close to the warrior spirit. That, my dear Circe, is kept safe and given only to ones they trust… ones they love.”
I bit my lip.
Diandra guessed. “The Dax has not kissed you.”
“No,” I mumbled.
“It could be, my dear, he does not know how.”
This was such a bizarre notion, my step faltered and my head snapped around to look at her. “What?”
Her head turned to me and she stated, “It would not surprise me.”
“That’s… well, that’s crazy,” I told her.
“I see,” she grinned her wicked grin, “he pleases you much in your cham.”
He certainly did.
I felt my cheeks burn, she saw them and then she chuckled a wicked chuckle.
Then she stopped us, turned us to facing and I saw her eyes were not wicked and knowing but kind and understanding.
She wrapped her hand around my bicep and squeezed. “My beautiful Circe, your king is a ferocious warrior. He believes his spirit guides him into battle. It protects him. It keeps him strong. He would not allow anyone close to that. He would do anything to guard it and keep it safe just as he would do anything to guard his flesh and bone, his heart, his innards. He would no sooner allow a Xacto or whore or a girl he’s taken during plunder to come anywhere near that.”
Girl he’d taken during plunder?
Before I could ask, she started us walking again and advised, “And now, perhaps, he doesn’t even think of it. If it is not part of the…” she paused and said with a smile in her voice, “festivities, I would suggest, you introduce it to the…” her hand gave mine a squeeze, “festivities.”
“Maybe he doesn’t want me near his spirit,” I muttered, she chuckled and squeezed my hand again.
“Oh, my dear, from what I’ve seen, I think you have no worries about that.”
Hmm.
“Circe!” I heard, my head came up and I saw Narinda walking out of a cham her head turned our way.
“Narinda!” I cried, let Diandra go and ran to my friend.
When I got to her, I threw my arms around her, she threw her arms around me and we rocked each other back and forth as we embraced like identical twins cruelly separated by an evil stepmother and reunited after decades.
Then again, sharing the horrors of the parade, Hunt and wedding rite would do that to a girl.
Our torsos separated but we kept our arms around each other and smiled in each other’s faces.
“I don’t know, my queen, should I be touching you or bowed in a deep curtsy?” she teased.
“If you curtsy, I’ll have your head chopped off,” I teased back.
We grinned at each other then we sobered. My eyes moved over her face and I saw she looked healthy, fed, watered, her eyes were clear of the resignation I’d seen that night and she looked like she might even be happy.
I pulled her back in my arms and whispered in her ear, “You’re faring well?”
I felt her nod. “You?”
“Hanging in there.”
Her arms tightened. “He treats me well, Circe, I think… I think…” she paused and her lips came to my ear where she whispered, “I think he likes me.”
I giggled and moved my torso back but kept my arms around her. “Rumor has it, he’s kept you to your cham he likes you so much.”
I watched pretty pink stain her cheeks, she started then let me go and looked over her shoulder to the tall, handsome warrior I saw with her that night. He was standing just outside the cham looking forbidding and his arms were crossed on his chest.
“Feetak, Queen Circe, erm… Circe, my husband, Feetak,” she introduced, her hand moving back and forth between me and her husband in a shy way that was cute.
He bowed his head to me. “Kah rahna Dahksahna hahla,” he rumbled with an added thump to his chest then his eyes turned to Narinda. I watched them warm and he moved to his wife. He said some stuff to her softly and ended it with “Narinda sahna”.
She looked up at him and nodded but I knew by the semi-baffled look on her face (a look I was certain I’d adopted on more than one occasion the last few day
s) that she didn’t catch half of what he said.
“Dohno,” he said softly, moved to her, put his hand to her waist, bent his head and touched his mouth to hers. Her cheeks got pinker, he jerked his chin to me and then Diandra and he strode away.
“He said, ‘I will leave you to your friends, enjoy your time, beautiful Narinda’,” Diandra translated and Narinda’s looked to her, eyes wide.
“Is that what ‘sahna’ means?” she asked, her voice breathy.
“It is, indeed, my dear,” Diandra replied on a smile.
Narinda’s eyes took on a faraway look as she gazed in the direction where her warrior disappeared and she whispered, “Golly, he says that all the time.”
I pressed my lips together and met Diandra’s eyes which were dancing.
Welp, it didn’t take a love doctor to see things were going well for Narinda and her savage brute.
Narinda seemed to shake herself out of it, she focused on Diandra and her fingers went to her cheek. “Oh! I’m so sorry! We haven’t met. I’m Narinda.”
“Diandra,” Diandra said, moving in to touch cheeks.
When they separated, Narinda asked, “Are you from Hawkvale?”
“I am Korwahk but many years ago, yes, I was from the Vale.”
Narinda smiled at Diandra then at me. “Well, isn’t this wonderful? Now I have three people I can talk to and actually understand.”
“Yep, it’s pretty wonderful,” I replied.
She jumped and cried, “Oh my goodness! What am I thinking? Come in, come in. I’ll ask one of my… erm, people to get us some refreshments. Let’s get out of this sun.”
I smiled at Diandra as Narinda hustled us in her cham thinking the change was remarkable. That night that seemed years ago, Narinda might not have been cool but she was collected. Now she was acting like a schoolgirl with her first crush.
My savior my first night in this world was in a good place and I was glad of it. It felt nice to have one worry off my mind.
We went into her cham and I saw immediately that it wasn’t like mine. It wasn’t as big, for one. And there weren’t as many trunks. Nor chests. Nor candlesticks. The furniture was nice but not heavily carved. The sheet over the hides of the bed (which was smaller) was gauze, a pretty gauze but not silk. And there weren’t as many pillows and only a few of these were covered with silk or brocade, the rest were covered in cotton.
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