All too quickly, Pol sat up, his motion ceasing, making Kiera moan in frustration. Pol kissed her neck, his hand fondling her tit, his fingers pressing across her nipple. Kiera gripped his arm and braced herself on his leg to hold herself steady.
She needn’t have bothered, as Pol rolled under her, slipping out with a suddenness that made her groan. She collapsed back onto the mattress and he lifted one of her long legs up by her thigh, turning her onto her back so he could crawl between her legs.
His hand fumbled under her groin, and she felt the head of his cock press against her lower lips as his weight began to rest on her.
“Hurry,” she gasped into his ear. “Hurry. I need you—”
Pol plunged into her with a roughness she had not expected, given how long they had been at it.
“—inside me again!” Kiera screamed. “Yes! Yes! Harder, Pol!”
Pol kissed her jaw, his arm wrapping under her shoulders and she arched her back, pressing into him. His strokes were frantic, frenzied, the hand on her thigh squeezing sweetly hard. Her free leg was wrapped around the back of his knee, one her hands gripping one of the firm globes of his buttocks, pulling as hard as she could managed, encouraging him to fuck her with as much fury as she could manage, the other hand embedded in his hair, his breath loud in her ear whenever he wasn’t sucking on her earlobe or kissing her neck.
He was shaking, and Kiera knew that any moment he might lose it, that she might drive him over the edge. She could taste his sweat on her tongue, the smell of him filling her nostrils, his groin digging against hers, grinding her clit, making her crave each crash of their bodies.
“Oh, hells, Pol. Come for me, thief,” she half whispered, half screamed into his ear.
Pol’s thrusts were franticly uneven and she pulled on his hair, lifting his head up so she could watch his face devolve into an exquisite mess as her cunt was flooded with his hot cum. She drove herself against him, Pol’s legs still moving of their own accord, without sense or reason, pistoning his spurting cock in and out of her.
“Kiera,” he croaked, another wave of pleasure pouring out of him and into her. She groaned, heat radiating through her body as the sight of Pol losing his senses drove her own away, her orgasm catching her hard, her pussy pulsing.
Her mouth found Pol’s and clung to it, their lips linking as the end of Pol’s climax met the beginning of Kiera’s, prolonging its demise for her. He groaned into her mouth as more of his cum went racing out of him, and she moaned in turn as her pussy clamped down on him, drawing even more out.
Then it was over, and they were still kissing, their hands running across each other’s bodies, exploring, confirming the other’s reality. Pol played with her breasts and she squeezed his ass, both of them smiling like giddy idiots at each other, their hands finding each other, the fingers intertwining just as their bodies and lips had.
“We would have destroyed that dress,” said Kiera.
“Oh, for sure,” said Pol, licking along her collarbone.
“You really think the blue doesn’t suit me?”
“To be honest, the only clothes you should wear are the ones you have on now. Everything else is a disappointment.”
Kiera gave him a light slap across the face, then caught his chin and kissed him again. She framed his jawline with her hand, staring him in the face.
“It should be you up there with me tomorrow, Pol,” she said.
“You barely know me,” said Pol. He gave a soft chuckle, but he didn’t look her in the eyes, and she kissed his cheek so that he turned back and looked at her. She kissed him again.
“I know enough of you,” she said.
Pol didn’t say anything, but he rested his head on Kiera’s chest, the top of his head just below her chin. She stroked his hair.
“You’re really going to leave,” she said. “You’re going to go across the sea on some mad quest to find a dragon.”
“It’s not mad.”
“It is, Pol. There haven’t been dragons in nearly a thousand years. If there were still dragons across the Farthest Sea, one would have flown here and settled down.”
Pol pulled out of her, an achingly slow, reluctant movement that left them both feeling empty.
“I have to try,” he said.
Kiera was silent for a long time, drawing her legs up to rest her chin on her knees. Pol stared out at the floor, finding his discarded breeches and rising. He dressed slowly, pulling on his pants and doing up the laces and belt before putting his boots on and making sure the laces there were done up tight, then finding the remains of his shirt, buttoning together as best he could.
When he turned to look at her, Kiera was standing before him. She leaned into him, kissing him as hard as she could, catching him off guard with the force. The seconds seemed to drift away, or perhaps they simply lengthened so long as to be indistinguishable, it was hard to tell against the softness of her lips.
“I know,” she said.
“I still love you, Kiera, even if I have to leave,” he said, catching her and pulling her against his chest.
“I know,” she said, tracing some invisible design on his shoulder with a finger.
“And I still love you, even if I have to marry Tau.”
“I know.”
He kissed her once again, giving her a kiss meant to remind her of who he was and what she meant to him, and say goodbye in one go. And he knew Kiera understood, because it seemed to him as though she never wanted that kiss to end, in the same way he never wanted it to end.
* * * * *
“Do you both swear to uphold your duty to each other?”
“We do,” said the princess and Jin together.
Heldi took a white silk ribbon, hanging off a bracelet from Fione’s wrist, and wound it around Jin’s hand, then found the blue silk ribbon hanging off Jin’s bracelet and wove it around Fione’s hand.
“And do you both swear to love each other, and to strive to make a home for that love in your hearts, as long as the seas are wet, the mountains tall, and the Sky Dragon reigns in the heavens?”
“We do,” said the princess and Jin together.
Heldi looked out over the crowd, and her voice rose to address them.
“And does this gathered company swear to rise up against those who would seek to rend that love asunder, do you swear to give aid and comfort to them in their times of need, and do you swear to do all that you can to ensure they never need seek that aid and comfort?”
The thunderous “we do” that this oath was met with caused Fione and Jin to break into smiles on the steps. They were in the main courtyard of the Guild Rock, with Heldi and the couple standing on the massive steps leading into the keep, so all could see them.
“Then may Vash bless this union and may she fill your days with joy and happiness to match this day,” intoned Heldi. “You are wed.”
Fione stepped to Jin and he bent slightly, a kiss that, while not chaste in and of itself, would have been entirely respectable had Fione not bit his lower lip at the end of it, hard enough she nearly drew blood. Jin raised one white gloved hand to it to check. When he looked at Fione a wide, mischievous grin was on her face. Heldi’s expression didn’t change, save for her eyes, which appeared to be laughing.
“I present to you Fione vai Joi, the Third of Her Name, Protector of the Tower, Sovereign of the River Joi, and Princess of the Metropolis of Tia Joi, and Her Consort, Jin vai Ullan-Joi!”
There was a commotion and cheers and whistles and shouting and Fione and Jin turned to the audience, raising their free hands, linking the fingers of their bound hands, and waved at the crowd, broad smiles. Jin kissed Fione again, eliciting more cheers.
Then, with a practiced ease borne of long rehearsals, Jin turned and undid the ribbons on their hand, proffering an arm to Heldi and leading her off to the side, where they stood carefully. Fione stepped into Heldi’s vacated position of prominence.
Pipes began to play again. Lord Ked and Lady Trali rose fro
m their chairs and once again ascended the steps, Ked struggling just slightly, as they had before Fione’s and Jin’s ceremony. Lord Cail vai Keller entered down the aisle, his impeccable uniform appearing to shine, as though he were a walking sapphire in his Vashili blue. He approached the steps and climbed up next to Lord Ked.
“Lord Cail, what business have you here today?” asked Fione.
Lord Cail sank to both his knees, clasping his hands together and bowing his head.
“Your highness, I ask that you do me the honor of wedding Tau vai Keller, the only son of my only brother, to Kiera vai Ullan, the only daughter of our beloved Exarch.”
“I will consider your request. Lord Ked, Lady Trali, what is your business?”
Both parents sank to their knees in imitation of Lord Cail.
“Your highness, we ask that you do us the honor of wedding Kiera vai Ullan, our only daughter, to Tau vai Keller, the only son of the only brother of the honorable Lord Cail vai Keller.”
Fione walked down to the steps to Lord Cail, Lord Ked, and Lady Trali, raising them up.
“I accept this honor, call your children forth.”
“Tau vai Keller, come forth!” called Lord Cail.
There was the sound of hooves, and the gathered crowd turned to gawk as Tau came riding down the aisle on Courage. His horse had flowers woven into his tail and mane, and two white hounds padded alongside. Tau's silver armor had been polished to a sheen, blue ribbons tied around his arms and legs, his hair clipped close along the sides and just slightly longer on top. Where Jin had worn a newly made Consort’s Crown, Tau wore a simple wreath of flowers. At the bottom of the stairs, he dismounted from Courage, and a stable hand from the Guild took the horse away.
Ked stepped to the stairs and called out.
“Kiera vai Ullan, come forth!”
Once again, the crowd craned its head to catch a look. But instead they were met by silence and an empty aisle.
“Kiera vail Ullan, come forth!” called Ked again, as loud as he could bear.
The silence was deafening.
* * * * *
The road to Coulain seemed dustier than Pol remembered it
The walls of Tia Vashil had faded by mid morning, just about the time he imagined the weddings must have kicked off. The stream of merchants that tended to crowd the road had faded as he’d gotten further and further away. He could see the inn of the Dancing Sorcerer rising up in the distance and he thought about Kiera in the bath.
He pushed it out of his head. He wouldn’t need to stay off the roads this time, but he thought he might detour around Lowvale, rather than going back. He had the chain of office from the Guild, which would require the Baron to do him fealty and provide him lodgings, but he couldn’t imagine visiting his home. Besides, without his magic, they’d probably think he’d stole it.
Brady plodded along, slow enough that they’d often been overtaken by heralds and merchants in a rush, so when the sound of beating hoofs rose up behind him, Pol thought very little of it except to pull his hood up slightly, until they were just upon him, the two riders slowing to match his lackadaisical pace.
“Excuse me, traveler,” came a female voice. “I’m looking for a thief.”
Pol looked up and Kiera’s face melted into joy at seeing it was him under the hood.
“Found you,” she said. “We’ve been looking all morning.”
Pol looked at her companion, surprised to see it was the former Dragon Clan Warmaster, Varomar.
“What’s he doing here?”
“I go where my master goes,” said Varomar.
“I can’t shake him,” said Kiera. “He was waiting in the stable with Blade when I slipped away before Fione and Jin were getting married.”
Pol looked her over, her fresh forged armor bright in the sun.
“Isn’t that a family heirloom?”
“Well, we’re going dragon hunting, we might need dragon jade,” said Kiera. “Besides, Aren gave it to me, not the House.”
“Kiera, you can’t give your whole life up for me.”
Kiera laughed at him.
“I didn’t. I gave up a life I didn’t want in exchange for a life I did. I did this for me, not for you. I mean, you factored in a little, but only in that you’re a really great lay.”
“Kiera, I—”
“Pol, shut up. Have you ever been to Coulain?”
“No.”
“Have you ever hired a boat? Have you ever even been on a ship before?”
“No.”
“Have you ever even talked to a sailor?”
“Not that I know of,” said Pol.
“Well, I have done all those things, and it seems to me that if you want to go to Coulain, hire a ship, sail across the Farthest Sea and find a dragon, then you really need me coming along. You’re basically useless without me.”
Pol chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, acquiescing. They rode on in silence for a bit.
“I love you, Kiera,” he said when he couldn’t stand not saying it any longer.
She grinned at him, leaning out of her saddle to kiss him.
“I love you, too, Pol.” She gripped the reins in one hand, tapped her heels and Blade took off like a shot.
“Come on!” she shouted back. “There’s miles more to go!”
Pol smiled, watching her ride off for a moment, her hair whipping along in the wind. And then he followed after her.
Pol and Kiera will return in Dragon Jade Chronicle: The Duke And The Dragon.
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