by Marilyn Lee
FANTASY KNIGHTS 2:
ENDLESS LOVE
Marilyn Lee
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Fantasy Knights 2: Endless Love
Marilyn Lee
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Chapter One
West Africa, circa 1891
Prey animals screamed in terror. The smell and sounds of predators killing and feeding surrounded Tanginika as she carefully made her way through the moonlit jungle. Her dark gaze darted from side to side each time the sounds of broken branches reached her ears. The jungle was alive and dangerous. Each step, no matter how carefully placed, might bring her to the attention of one of the many nocturnal hunters marauding through the night. Or her scent, carried on the warm night breeze, might be transmitted to the narrowed nostrils of some hungry night prowler.
When she was almost in sight of her destination, a low, terrifying roar sounded to her left. She froze, suppressing the scream trembling on her lips. Before she could decide which way to flee, she heard bodies rushing through the jungle, and then two large lionesses sprang from the foliage, one on either side of her.
She knew her willful disobedience warranted punishment. But why couldn’t her retribution happen after she’d had one last night with him? Would he find what was left of her body or would the lions have dragged her away, leaving him to think she’d obeyed the village elders and forsaken him?
She stiffened. Her life couldn’t end like this when she was so close to their meeting place. She cast a swift glance around. A large tree stood within a few hundred yards. What were her chances of reaching it and scrambling up its trunk before the lions overtook her?
As if in answer to her silent query, the two lionesses padded forward, flanking her. She was about to die. So be it. As befit the daughter of a warrior, she would do her best to kill one of the lions first. She lifted her shield from her shoulder and drew back her spear.
With a low roar, the lioness on her left charged. She tossed the spear with all her strength. Without waiting to see if it found its mark, she turned and fled, running in a zigzag motion.
As she raced toward the tree, snapping undergrowth signaled the lions charging in pursuit. Her foot caught in a tangle of branches, and she sprawled forward on her stomach. She quickly rolled onto her side and curled her body into a ball. She held the shield over as much of her body as possible in an effort to protect herself from the coming mauling.
A strange roar filled the air moments before a breeze swept under the shield. Lightning flashed and an abrupt wind whipped up, sending branches and leaves swirling all around her in a violent display.
The breeze settled over and around her. A sense of well-being replaced her fear. The sound of the pouncing lions receded. She uncurled her body, rolled onto her back, and cautiously sat up, holding the shield in front of her.
Still facing her, the lions slowly retreated as if being driven back by a powerful, unseen presence. She leaped to her feet, narrowing her gaze. She saw the faint outline of a large, majestic bird hovering a foot or so above the ground. Flapping an impressive pair of wings, it advanced on the predators.
At the edge of the clearing, the lions turned and bounded into the surrounding jungle. The lightning ceased and the wind abated. Her spear rose off the ground and hovered in front of her.
She should have been afraid, but the spirits had clearly chosen to smile upon and protect her. Who else but the spirits could command and control the elements and use a bird to instill fear in charging lions?
She accepted the spear. “Thank you,” she whispered, bowing her head briefly.
The bird flapped its wings, creating a soft, gentle breeze that swept over her body with the tenderness of a lover’s caress.
Unnerved by the unwanted feeling of intimacy, Tanginika quickly turned and retraced her steps. She had to continue, because each step brought her closer to the object of her need and desire. Knowing the spirits were with her empowered her. She moved through the night with renewed purpose and less fear.
Finally, she spotted the mating hut in a small clearing. Suppressing the urge to rush forward, she paused. She scanned her surroundings for any sign of trouble or prowling animals. A plume of smoke rose from the hole in the roof of the hut. Several fires burned around the exterior of the hut to keep predators at bay.
All seemed as it should be. Still she hesitated, gripped by a sense of disquiet. She frowned. Glancing around, she realized the bird endowed with the spirit of the wind had vanished. She was alone again. That was the cause of her new fear. She gripped her spear tight and crouched, her gaze darting from side to side. Puckering her lips, she whistled.
Intently listening to the night sounds of the jungle, she waited. The air was alive with a myriad of sounds. If only she heard the sound she most longed to hear. She gave the signal again. There was no response.
Just as she was about to retreat and start the treacherous journey back through the jungle to her village, the fragrant night air carried the welcome sound of a deep whistle.
She saw the sight she’d risked so much to see.
A tall figure, armed with a rifle, emerged from the jungle beyond the hut.
Her heart raced with joy. The tall, handsome male with the smooth, dark skin had captured her heart two years earlier while attending one of her father’s peace conferences.
“Malikinder,” she cried in relief and rushed across the clearing toward him, dropping her spear.
He strolled forward, his tall figure tense. He caught her around her waist, hugging her close with one arm.
Feeling the tension in his body, she lifted her face to his. “Malikinder?”
“He’s still here.”
She frowned. “Who’s here?”
“Him.”
She glanced quickly around. They seemed to be alone. “Who?”
He lifted his gaze skyward. “I’m grateful to you for preserving her precious life,
but she is still mine. Leave us in peace, Stormreaper.”
She shivered. “You shouldn’t attribute unworthy motives to the spirits, Malikinder.”
He glanced down at her, a smile softening his handsome face. “You’re here at last, and that’s all that matters.”
Reassured, she melted against him.
He cupped a palm over her behind. His firm mouth moved over hers, warming and tasting her lips.
She opened her mouth, clutching at his shoulders as his tongue swept between her lips. She trembled, eager to share the forbidden pleasure with him again.
Releasing her long enough to place his rifle on the ground, he slipped his hands down her body to hold her by her waist. He deliberately thrust his hips forward, the silent signal that he was about to begin the dance of love, which would culminate in him slipping between her trembling legs and deep into her body.
She responded by moving her hips in a circular motion against his. Feeling him beginning to come alive against her, her stomach muscles tightened. Soon, he would be long, hard, thick, and ready to fill every inch of her wet, aching core.
Stretching onto her toes, she linked her arms around his neck and pushed herself off the ground.
Slipping his hands under her skirt, he cupped his big palms against the bare skin of her rear.
Her flesh tingled at the warmth of his touch. She wrapped her legs around his big, powerful body.
He dragged his lips from hers and walked toward the hut. They only made it as far as the entrance before he dropped to his knees.
They separated and quickly removed their clothing. Then, both kneeling, they sat on their haunches staring at each other. During the long months of their forced separation, she had often lain in her bed, pleasuring herself. With her eyes closed and the image of his big, dark, sleekly beautiful body burned into her mind, she had pretended the hand between her thighs belonged to him. In the delicious reality of being with him, there was no longer any need to pretend.
Noting his dark gaze on her naked body, she lifted her arms above her head and swayed from side to side. Then she leaned close, pressing her breasts against the hard muscles of his chest. Her nipples hardened at the contact with his slick flesh.
He caressed her breasts, playing with her nipples before he slid his hands down her body to part her legs.
She sucked in a breath, feverish with the need to feel him inside her again.
His fingers traced a path up her thigh to the tangle of hair covering her core. He stroked his fingers inside her.
Fire spread up from her core as he gently probed her flesh.
Trembling with need, she closed her eyes and rubbed her palms over her breasts. She licked her lips. A flash of moisture filled her core, preparing it to welcome his thick length. When he slid into her, she would hold him close and freely offer him her total surrender.
His warm, deep voice washed over her like a soft, seductive jungle breeze as he whispered words of love and adoration.
She lifted her face. “Please…”
Still stroking his fingers inside her, he bent his head. He licked her lips before he nibbled at her mouth. He whispered softly to her of its lushness…its fullness…its sweetness…its ability to heal all his hurts and hungers.
She moaned against his lips, sliding her hands over his back to the hard, round mounds she’d become accustomed to gripping while he lay between her thighs, thrusting slow and deep into her.
He deepened the long, sweet kiss, gently sucking at her tongue.
She gasped and pushed her hips forward, aching to have him assuage her need. She tightened her muscles around his fingers, which slid in and out of her wet core.
Eager for the ultimate delight, she slid her palms over his flesh, parting his nether cheeks. She rubbed her breasts against his chest and trailed a finger down the crease between his taut cheeks. Locating the tight, puckered opening, she circled a finger against it.
He silently whispered her name. “Tanginika. Tanginika.”
With a deliberation she knew would have the desired effect, she thrust her finger forward with enough force to pierce his tight nether opening.
He shuddered and pulled away from her, breathing fast.
She smiled at him. “Malikinder?”
The tenderness in his answering smile caressed and adored her as he gently laid her onto her back. “It’s time, my lovely one.”
She centered her gaze on his lower body. His manhood rose long and dark from a mass of hair between his muscular thighs. With its big, thick head, it beckoned to her.
Tanginika bent her knees. Her legs quivered apart. She slipped two fingers inside her body. Pumping them until they were wet with her fluids, she removed them and rubbed them over her pubic hair.
Watching his nostrils flare, she smiled. The scent of her aroused core always seemed to heighten his passions. She lifted her hips off the ground, making pumping motions to encourage him to mount her and become one with her again. “Take me.”
“My lovely, lovely one.” He positioned himself between her thighs. He rested his weight on one hand. His other hand gripped the big, dark shaft protruding an impressive length in front of his body.
Her stomach muscles tightened; her core pulsed and ached for his penetration. She reached out a hand to caress his balls. They were tight and heavy. Soon, their contents would rush up his shaft and shoot down it and into her wet tunnel.
“Please,” she begged.
“I live to please you, my love.” He leaned forward, bringing the warm head against her entrance.
She bit her lip and then moaned softly as he eased into her wet passageway.
He paused, staring down at her. “Am I hurting you?”
Lost in the magic of what they were about to share, she silently shook her head.
He continued entering her with care, mindful that before she’d tearfully but joyfully given herself to him many months earlier, she’d never had another lover.
With most of his hot shaft pulsing inside her, he paused again, giving her body time to adjust to what she had come to think of as her sweet invader.
She felt an almost painful fullness that sent tingles of delight down from her core to her curled toes. Impatient to feel him sliding in and out of her, she thrust her hips upward, forcing the last few precious inches inside her.
A pleasure so acute it felt like pain radiated through her. Tossing her head back, she slipped her legs over the backs of his thighs. Moving her hands up his back, she clutched at his shoulders, grinding her hips against his. “Malikinder…my love…my joy…my reason for living…love me.”
He held still, whispering sweet words of love and desire to her.
While his words warmed her, she wanted more. To encourage him to begin the delicious motion she’d spent so much time longing for, she tightened herself around his long, thick length.
He groaned and laid his weight on her.
She welcomed the weight of his big body.
Bending his head, he tasted her parted lips.
She responded eagerly, grinding her hips against his.
His first forays into her body were gentle and sweet, allowing her to fully savor and enjoy each long, slow stroke. Ripples of pleasure danced down her spine as he rotated his powerful hips and pushed back inside her…so deep she gasped, half-afraid he was too big…there was no more room for him inside the tight confines of her body. Yet she ached for deeper penetration.
He dragged his lips away from hers and trailed them down her neck to her breasts. He twirled his tongue around her right nipple.
She shuddered, a rush of moisture filling her core. “Oh…oh.”
He drew her nipple into his mouth. As he sucked on it, he intensified his movements, thrusting into her with short, quick strokes.
The insistent heat of his lovemaking ignited the inner fire that burned only for him. The flame spread quickly through her, rushing down from her body to her core, setting it ablaze. She clung to him, her fingers digging
into his shoulders, teetering on the edge of a blistering inferno.
He slipped his hands under her body, cupping her bare bottom in his warm palms, and quickly shoved her into the roaring fire with a series of rapid movements.
She sobbed with joy as the hot flames of desire and need surrounded and consumed her. She surrendered joyfully to it. The searing heat of her climax burned away everything but her need and love for him.
He clutched her tight. With his lips flaming against her breasts, he shuddered and exploded deep inside her…again…and then again…and yet again.
Sweet, sweet delight. “I love you…I love you,” she chanted.
He collapsed on top of her, his big, damp body totally covering hers. His lips moved against her ear. “Tanginika, my sheenea.”
Sheenea, she who completed him. She smiled, happy and content.
He kissed her neck. “My love…my only love.”
“As you are mine, Malikinder.”
“You complete me, as only you can, Tanginika.”
They lay with him still inside her, sated and happy to be together again. The knowledge that she must soon untwine from him and make her way back through the jungle was somewhat unsettling. But for just a little while longer, she could continue to lose herself in him and keep the outside world at bay.
They were still locked together when a series of whishing sounds intruded on her senses.
Malikinder stiffened. “We’ve been discovered.” He lifted his head and stared skyward. “Cast your infernal jealousy aside and protect her again, Stormreaper. Please…” He started to withdraw from her and then moaned, collapsing back on top of her.
The sound of running feet filled the air, along with battle cries. Warriors who were at war with both their peoples had discovered them. They must rise and defend themselves. She pushed at Malikinder’s shoulders. She couldn’t budge him. He felt heavier than usual.
She struggled to slide from under him and then froze. She could no longer feel his heartbeat. Something warm and sticky flowed from his body onto hers. Blood. Torrents of blood poured onto her.
