Healing Hands

by Kris Norris

  Mira grabbed his shirt to stop the spinning, but knew the feeling wasn’t from the healing. “Have you? But I thought…” She looked back at the Captain, and then at Callun. “I was your prisoner.”

  Keegan laughed drawing her body against his. She felt the hard press of his cock against her stomach.

  “If you’d like me to tie you to my bed, sweetness, I’ll gladly do it. But you’re not my prisoner.” He took a deep breath. “I love you, Mira. And I want all the land to know. Marry me.”

  New tears threatened, and she didn’t try to stop them from cascading down her face. “But what about the King? Surely he won’t let me go that easily.”

  “On the contrary, my dear. I can only hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I suppose I allowed my love for my son to cloud my judgement as a King. I didn’t want to lose another member of my family to the hands of a witch, never thinking you would be so much more. I should’ve trusted in him. There’s only one reason we give our amulet to a woman.”

  Mira took a quick step back, shifting her gaze from Callun back to Keegan. “Your son…” she repeated. “You’re a Prince?” She looked over at the young man standing beside Callun. “Roland is your brother?”

  Keegan smiled, pulling her close. “One of my brothers,” he said. “But I’m not the only one who kept secrets. Vestna’s your mother, Princess Mira.”

  She looked away. “I didn’t want you to hate me because of her. I’ve never known what it’s like to be loved…until you.”

  “Then say you’ll marry me, and I’ll spend a lifetime showing you just how loved you are.”

  She nodded and took the hand he raised to her. “I’ll always be a healer,” she warned.

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Just promise me one thing. The next time you want to wake me in the middle of the night, don’t use your magic to calm me. I want to enjoy every moment of your rosy lips wrapped around me.”

  Heat flushed her skin as she nodded her agreement. Then she stepped closer and lowered her hand, cupping his shaft through the tight cloth. “Take me to your chambers, my Prince, and I’ll give you a chance to experience all of that…and more.”

  Keegan smiled and scooped her up, ignoring her muffled cry and the chuckles that followed him from the room. “That sounds like a very interesting proposal, sweetness. And I’ll take you up on it…but I’m a little busy right now picturing you as my prisoner.”

  Mira laughed as Keegan marched down the corridor and carried her into his chambers, toeing the door closed as he pulled off her shoes and placed her gently on the floor. He stared at the woman before him. Her hair was blown around her face and her dress was smudged with dirt and blood. By all the Heavens, she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on.

  “First things first,” he mumbled, reaching for the bodice of her dress and ripping the offending garment from her body. Her eyes rounded in shock as she watched the torn scraps fall to the ground. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you more. But first…”

  He stepped back. She was wonderfully naked, her pale skin glowing in the soft firelight. Her breasts were full and round, rising with each breath, pushing her turgid, little nipples out towards him. He growled when she flashed him a wicked smile and lifted her fingers, tweaking each perfect bud between her thumb and forefinger. She arched back, a breathy whimper of lust feathering from her lips as she rolled them this time, making his jaw twitch with desire.

  “I see you’re still intent on being a naughty little witch.” He shook his head as he walked over to the table beside the bed, removing a set of velvet ties. He left three on the sheets, coveting the last in his hands. “I suppose I have no other choice but to keep those hands bound until you can learn to control yourself.”

  Mira shivered as he drew her arms behind her back, wrapping the soft length of fabric around her wrists. Keegan hesitated, uncertain if her reaction was one of anticipation, or fear, until he felt her small fingers encase his shaft through his tight leathers, firmly squeezing the crown.

  His chuckle was followed by her soft moan, and he couldn’t resist tapping her on the ass. “Dangerous move, sweetness. But since you seem so intent on having my cock, then by all means, I’ll give it to you.”

  Her eyes gleamed back at him as he spun her around, loving the way her breasts pointed out at him, arched higher by the position of her arms. He drew a deep breath, catching her sweet scent in the air. Soon he’d eat his fill, but first, he wanted to play.

  “Now we’ll see just how badly you want your prize, sweetness.” He nodded towards his groin. “Help yourself.”

  Mira glanced at the bulge in his leathers before arching her eyebrow at him. “Aren’t you going to remove your pants?”

  “If you want me that badly, use your teeth.”

  Her husky moan had him flaring again, and he could only pray she’d release his shaft before he came in his leathers. Mira gave him one last wicked smile before slowly kneeling at his feet, her mouth even with his groin.

  “Keep your knees splayed wide. I want to see how much you need me to return the favour.”

  Mira lowered her gaze, but not before he saw the swirl of lust in her eyes. She shifted her weight, drawing her knees apart, exposing herself to his heated gaze. He growled at the sight of her velvety lips, her soft curls already wet with arousal. For a moment he considered reversing their positions, when he felt her tug at his pants.

  Keegan looked down. Mira had one tie clenched between her teeth, having slipped it free of the knot. He watched, his eyes heavy, his breath tight in his chest as she moved to the other side, skilfully pulling it free. The laces hung down each thigh when she stopped and looked up. He smiled down at her, nodding his head, giving her permission to proceed. Mira eased forward, but instead of freeing his erection, she ran her tongue along the length of his shaft, caressing it through the fabric.

  Keegan’s teeth clamped shut around another growl as she lapped at his cock, making his thighs tremble in anticipation. Hells, if she didn’t free him soon…

  “Mira.” His voice was strong and firm, and the way she purred against his shaft told him she understood the meaning behind it. Either she speed things along, or he’d take over.

  Mira planted one last kiss on his shaft before taking the leather between her teeth and rearing back, tearing the front, smiling as his cock sprang free, bobbing down in front of her. She didn’t wait for him to move, but surged forward, taking the head in her mouth and sinking it to the back of her throat. Keegan cried out, his hands reaching for her hair, needing to feel the soft mass twirled around his fingers. She was like fire on his skin, so hot he felt as if he’d dipped his shaft into burning flames. She devoured him, lapping up every drop of pre-cum, then sucking him hard into the depths of her mouth. Every muscle in his body tensed, every hair prickled on his skin as his impending release tore down his spine, threatening to pull him under. He thought he heard his voice begging for mercy, but she only moved faster, taking him deeper with every plunge.

  Keegan groaned, wanting to pump his seed down her throat, hear he cry out in glory at his release, but he didn’t want the moment to end. He closed his eyes, hoping the darkness would give him strength, only to have her scent surround him, the aroma so strong he could already taste her sweet juice on his tongue. He cursed, and surrendered.

  Mira moaned in delight as he came in one hard spurt, her name echoing off the chamber walls as his seed purged from the tip, filling her mouth with his fluid. She swallowed every drop, plunging down his length again when his convulsions stopped. She wanted more.

  “Sweet Heavens, Mira. I feel as if you’ve devoured my very soul.” Keegan’s body trembled beneath her lips, and she wasn’t certain how he managed to stay on his feet. She pulled back, catching his gaze as she swept her tongue along her lips, drawing in the moisture still clinging to them. Keegan groaned then lowered his gaze, his attention now fixed on her sex. Honey eased from her cunt, a single drop trailing down her inner thi
gh. The muscle in his jaw twitched.

  “Bed, sweetness. Now”

  His eyes were dark, and Mira knew by the way he picked her up and threw her on the bed, his control was nothing more than a fleeting memory. She bounced once before he was over her. He reached for her hands, and she could only watch as he released them just long enough to tie them above her head. The smile that graced his face took what little breath she had.

  “Oh, no. I’m not done yet. As a matter of fact, my turn’s just beginning.”

  Keegan bent down, brushing his lips across hers, ignoring her attempt to dip her tongue into his mouth. He left her with a gentle nip to her bottom lip as he inched down her body, peppering kisses along her neck and shoulders. She arched into his mouth as he took one nipple between his teeth, nipping the tight bud. Her cry brought another smug smile to his face. He watched her this time, licking the other side, making it pucker against her skin before finally twirling it into his mouth.

  “By the Gods, Keegan. Please.”

  His soft chuckle warmed her skin as he kissed each tip before continuing down her body, tracing his tongue along the curve of her ribs. He paused to circle her bellybutton, dipping the tip inside, mimicking the way he’d lap at her sex. She tried to move, to bring her weeping cunt in line with his mouth, but with her hands bound all she could do was rub her lips against his chest, moaning as the simple sensation brushed her clit, pulsing desire through her groin.

  Keegan groaned, and she knew he could feel her juice soaking his skin. He stopped to take one more deep breath before hooking his fingers behind her knees and spreading her legs wide.

  “That’s how I want you. Nice and wide so I can see every inch of your pretty mound.” He trailed a single finger through her slit, making her jump. “Now keep them there or I’ll tie your legs as well.”

  He looked up, and his expression spoke volumes. He wouldn’t just tie her up. He’d make her wait. Touch her in such a way she’d stay perched on the edge of her release, never going over. She nodded.

  “That’s a good little witch,” he murmured. “Now stay very still and let me taste this sweet cream.”

  The sound that broke the silence was so raw and hungry, she wasn’t sure it’d come from her. Keegan hummed his approval, lapping at her sex, dipping his fingers inside as he drew more liquid out for his pleasure. He didn’t stop. Didn’t try to make her climax by milking her clit, or increasing his thrusts. He consumed her, eating as if her taste alone would sustain him.

  “Forever, sweetness. I could do this forever.”

  She cried out, knowing if he didn’t make her come soon, she’d simply die from the need. She tugged against the restraints, wanting to bury her fingers in his hair. Anchor him to her and demand he quench her desire.

  Keegan smiled against her flesh, finally stopping to meet her gaze. His mouth was covered in her juice, and she felt a sharp contraction in her womb when he darted out his tongue and licked his lips clean. “I think I’ve eaten my fill…for now. So be a good girl and scream for me.”

  Her breath purged from her chest as he latched on to her clit, one finger sinking into her nether hole. He moved in small circles, rubbing the sides of her nub while pumping his finger through her tight, hot tissues. Back and forth, harder, deeper, until the fire exploded, shattering her from the inside out. Her orgasm burst from her sex, clenching her ass as it speared the pleasure straight to her womb. Light splintered across her vision, blinding her as she fell back to earth, Keegan’s hands the only tangible connection to consciousness.

  “Oh, how I love watching you come for me. It’s as beautiful as when I watch you use your magic.” He moved over her, wiping the tears staining her cheeks. “Praise the Gods for you, and your beautiful healing hands.”

  Her cry was captured in his mouth as he slanted his lips over her, kissing her with such tenderness, more liquid spilt from her eyes. Never had she dreamed of finding such love and acceptance. She moved willingly when he placed the head of his shaft at her sex, welcoming him into her wet heat. He moved slowly, rekindling the embers inside her, coaxing her nerves back to life. The orgasm built gradually this time, layering each sensation on the next, taking her higher than she’d ever been. His lips caressed her ear as he whispered his love, his devotion, binding her to him as surely as he’d bound her hands. She felt her power surge through her, burning the tie, freeing her hands as he shaft swelled inside her. He gave one last slow thrust before powering into her, sending them both into orgasm.

  Mira gripped his back, locking him deep inside her, knowing she was finally home. His body stayed rigid, his muscles clenched until, at last, he collapsed, pressing her into the bed. She wanted to climb inside him, but settled for the comforting weight of his body on hers. Keegan sighed, lifting his face to hers.

  “It’s a good thing you’re able to heal me, sweetness. ‘Cause I swear you’re going to kill me with your sweet body.” He smiled at her laugh, before raising an eyebrow in question. “How did you free your hands?”

  Mira merely smiled as he lifted the scorched velvet off the bed. Keegan shook his head, tossing the cloth to the floor.

  “So is this where we live happily ever after?” she challenged, eyeing the other ties.

  “Sweetness, with the way you love me, I’ll be happy just to live.”

  “Good,” she replied, using her magic to roll him onto his back, her thighs straddled around his. He watched her, his eyes heavy lidded, as she pulled one tie tight between her hands, snapping it. “Because this time, I’m the one in charge.”

  Keegan laughed, his hands already reaching for the spindles. “May the Gods have mercy,” he prayed. “I love you, Mira.”

  “And I, you, Keegan,” she whispered, tightening the strap. “But I’m still going to make you my prisoner.”

  About the Author

  Kris sees herself as somewhat obsessive and feels she tends to push the limits sometimes. But her friends graciously see her as passionate and adventurous. After all, speed limits are only guidelines and shouting is just her way of rising above the chaos. Besides, she thinks the air is cleaner out there on the edge.

  Kris started writing erotic stories a few years ago, but didn't try putting them out into the real world until recently. She loves penning independent leading ladies who aren't afraid to kick a bit of butt, especially when it only fuels the desires of their men. But of course, it wouldn't be any fun if the men didn't get to play... Most of her stories involve elements of suspense and quite often have a downright creepy villain lurking in the shadows. But all the better to get the hero's protective instincts going. After all, Kris still loves having a knight ride to the rescue...

  Email: contactme@krisnorris.ca

  Kris loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.

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