Summer Pleasures - The Capture

by Anya Bast

  Rue held her gaze as he dropped his head to taste the skin of her stomach. Lust and something dangerously close to love shone there so intense it made her lose her breath. He kissed her abdomen, running his tongue to her pussy, where he teased her clit. She let out a sharp hiss of breath and her hips bucked.

  Jad spread her labial lips. Rue rose and rubbed his finger through her folds. “You see. She’s perfectly healthy,” stated Rue.

  Dark light in Jad’s eyes flared. “I do see,” he replied. He slipped a finger into her, then another and pumped her with them. Rue caressed her clit and, as usual with his touch, she could not fight the desire that rose within her.

  “She’s wet,” Jad growled. “You taught her to take pleasure from sex.”

  “I always do,” answered Rue. “That’s my way, as it is yours. You know that.” He flicked her clit as Jad worked her with his fingers. She let out a small, frustrated sound.

  “Come on, love, let it loose. It’s okay if you like this,” Rue soothed.

  Goddess help her, she did. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Her pussy gripped Jad’s fingers. A finger found her nether hole, stroked around it and then slipped inside. She let a low moan and tossed her head from side-to-side.

  “Rue and I will take you together,” purred Jad. “We’ve done that often with slaves in the past.”

  Those dark words poured over her, lighting a fire in her lower belly. Her climax built slow and intense. It wouldn’t be long before she exploded.

  A second finger was added to her nether passage and the fingers pistoned in and out of her, driving her crazy. Her moans filled the room and her back arched, thrusting her breasts into the air, her nipples hard and demanding attention.

  Rue’s head came down to her breast as he played over her clit with his devilishly skillful finger. “We won’t hurt you, Lilane,” he murmured. “You say stop, and I’ll stop him.” His voice lowered. “Unless you want to be fucked senseless by two men. Unless you want both those pretty, tight little orifices filled with hard cock.” He groaned. “I confess I want to hear the moans you’ll give us when you’re filled by two men.”

  Rue laved her nipple with the flat of his tongue and then nipped at her. The little bit of pain combined with the incredible amount of pleasure tilted her over the edge. She screamed as she came, her vaginal muscles clenching and releasing as she poured out her hot juice over Jad’s hand.

  “Oh, yes,” Jad murmured.

  Strong arms gathered her up and she opened her eyes to see Rue, his light blue eyes dark with lust. He lay down on the bed, positioning her above him. Her passage, now slick with moisture, rubbed the head of his cock. She pushed her hips down, trying to slip him within her.

  His hands went to her hips and he guided her movements until his cock slid within. “Yes,” she breathed as his length and width filled her. She closed her eyes and pressed down, pushing him within to the hilt. He groaned, a deep, reverberating sound.

  Jad covered her back. His warm flesh teased her sensitive body. He touched her buttocks. A thrill of speculation coursed through her.

  Jad pressed a finger into her anus, then two, widening her. All the while, Rue moved beneath her, thrusting his cock in and out of her so slowly she thought she’d explode. Her clit was swollen and sensitive. Her body felt as though it would explode from all the sensation.

  “All right, puss?” Jad rasped in her ear. “Does it hurt?”

  She shook her head. It did hurt, actually. But the slight pain was actually arousing. It made the pleasure so much more pronounced.

  Jad’s cock pressed at her nether hole, circled it, and then entered. She gasped as his full, broad length filled her. He wasn’t as large as Rue, but Goddess, he was close.

  She moaned as the men started to shaft her slowly…so very, very slowly, both attuned to the other’s pace. Rue still held her gaze, watching the play of emotion and pleasure across her face.

  Rue shifted his hips so the tip of his cock paid special attention to the spot within her that felt so very good when it was rubbed.

  “So sweet, so tight,” groaned Jad. “Good god, she’s perfect, Rue.”

  He stared into her eyes as he answered. “I know,” he drawled out. Strong affection flavored his tone. “And she’s mine,” he whispered. “All mine.”

  Their pace quickened. They shafted her hard and fast now, driving her toward another climax that would shatter her world.

  Lilane dropped her head down on a moan, feathering her hair over Rue’s shoulder. Rue put his mouth to her ear. “You’re so hot and wet, Lilane. You’re making me come. I’m so close. I just need to hear you peak. Come for me, love. Yell out your climax.”

  Her climax ripped through her and she did yell out. Rue groaned as he released a hot jet of come into her. Jad did likewise, coming on a hoarse shout.

  Jad pulled out from her and staggered away, but Rue held onto her, basking in the aftermath.

  Jad pulled on his trews. “When can I tell the men they can have her?”

  Rue raised his head and brushed his lips along her cheek as he went. “Never.”

  Jad went still. “What do you mean?”

  “I claim her as my own.”

  “That’s highly irregular, Rue, and very, very unlike you. I’ve never known you to become attached to a slave.”

  “There’s a first time for everything.”

  Jad chuckled and walked to the door. “Fine, she’s yours, then.” He cast her a long look, winked and smiled at her. “Lucky bastard.”

  Chapter Six

  Rue rounded the corner at the far end of the corridor and came face-to-face with a vision from his past. He went very still, watching the woman’s ruby red lips part in a smile and one of her perfectly sculpted dark brown brows rise over an equally perfect dark brown eye. “Rue,” she said smoothly.

  He locked his jaw as he attempted to reconcile the face that tipped to his, her coifed, silky chestnut hair in an elaborate twist on the top of her head. The crown of her head reached his shoulder, just as Sania’s had.

  “Anaisse,” he acknowledged in a tight rush.

  “Were you expecting another?” she asked with a smile in her voice.

  He cleared his throat of sudden emotion, of the guilt clogging it. “You look much as your sister, Supreme Lady Anaisse.” Belatedly, he bowed deeply out of respect for her title. Unlike other women of the realm, the few daughters of the ruling families were given the utmost respect and could meet the eyes of Sudhraian men.

  She touched his sleeve and he straightened. Tears glistened in her eyes. “You were once to be my brother-in-law, Rue d’Ange. I require no such formalities from you.” She looped her arm through his and compelled him forward. “Walk with me now and tell why you’ve come back here. Jad tells me you’ve been here for nearly a week. I never thought to see you again, but am happy I was wrong.”

  “I am awaiting audience with your father concerning a delicate matter.”

  The silk of her dark blue skirts shifted over her legs and the tiny bells sewn into her girdle made music with every step she took. “Must be important to draw you back here.”

  “It is. How are your sisters, Anaisse?”

  She laughed. “I see you don’t want to share your secrets with me, Rue. That was a very nice turn of conversation. They are mostly married off now. As the second youngest after Sania, I am the only one remaining. Gallia went to the king of Laren’tar, Dara to the Exalted Ambassador of Sorance, and Fatia to the High Priest of Port Kendle to the far south. Father has managed to secure political alliances to practically all of Sudhra’s neighboring countries through us. All of them except Nordan.”

  “The Nordan nobles don’t marry like we do, Anaisse.” Rue’s mind drifted to Lilane and Dal. “Well, the peasants marry upon occasion, but the nobles—”

  “Participate in nonstop debauched orgies and allow their women to take any man they please, whenever they please,” she interrupted. “All in the name of the freedom of
procreation.”

  Rue smiled. “I wasn’t going to put it quite like that, but you’ve got the right of it. They don’t call it marriage, either. They take monogamous mates. It’s a practice near unheard of there.”

  “I heard Lord Marken of Nordan took a mate recently, a Sudhraian sex slave, no less. I also heard Talyn, his Captain of the Guard did as well. The captain took some strange creature to monogamous mate, a woman with wings.”

  Rue quirked his lips. “Aye, I heard the same.”

  Anaisse sighed. “If only a simple union between our two countries could stop this war. But those pagans to the north would never agree to a peaceful solution,” she said angrily. “Never mind a holy union between man and woman.”

  Rue halted their progress down the hall and turned her to face him. “The Sudhraians started this war, not the Nordanese, Anaisse. Although, from the news I hear, the Nordanese might just be the ones who will finish it.”

  Fear and anger flashed in the depths of her eyes. “Marken’s woman killed Lord Cyrus, Rue, a respectable Sudhraian nobleman. She was the catalyst. A silly little sex slave with a dagger.”

  He fought not to tighten the grip he had on her upper arms and spoke swiftly and without thought. “Sienne killed Cyrus after he raped, beat, and scarred her repeatedly, and then threatened not only the man she loved, but her foster family as well. She was well within her rights to kill him.”

  Anaisse went silent and studied him. He released her arms under her careful perusal and stepped away from her lest passersby believe he molested her. Anaisse smiled, showing white, even teeth. “You’ve changed, Rue.”

  He pushed a hand through his hair. “What do you mean?”

  “You’ve spent far too much time in yon pagan country to the north, I think.”

  “Ridiculous.”

  Anaisse took a step toward him and Rue took a step back before he realized he’d done it.

  “I even heard you brought one back with you and that you keep her in your room all of the time and make love to incessantly,” she said. “Jad says her cries of passion, mingled with your own, can be heard at any given time of night or day when passing by your door.”

  “She is only my slave. I am training her.”

  Her brow arched. “Hmmm…your heart has always been easily attachable, Rue. Jad tells me you will allow no other to touch her, nor take on any other slaves while you’re here. I wonder if a slave is only what she is.”

  Damned intuitive woman might be the death of him. He forced cold steel into his voice. “Lady Anaisse, I am a businessman who has chosen to take on a woman to train to sex slavery. That is all that lies between this Nordanese woman and myself. If I should take extra pleasure in this particular woman’s body such is my right as a man, and is no one else’s concern.”

  Her dark eyes sparkled. “I would like to meet her.”

  “Uh.”

  “I will have my maids sent to her with a new gown suitable for a banquet. What is her coloring? How large is she?”

  “My lady, please—”

  “Tell me, Rue,” she commanded sweetly.

  “She’s blonde with green eyes, fair of skin and is about your size,” he replied in defeat.

  Anaisse’s pretty mouth spread in a wide smile. “It may be a week or so before I can arrange a dinner. I want to ensure my father can attend.” She winked at him conspiratorially. “It may be the only way you get an audience with him.”

  She turned and flounced down the corridor in her silk and brocade gown, casting a sly backward glance at him over her shoulder.

  * * * * *

  Rue lay on the bed with Lilane beside him. He fingered a tendril of her hair, reveling in the silky texture of it, and then wrapped it around his finger and pulled gently, bringing her face closer to his. She smiled, her eyes lighting with rare and fleeting joy, and kissed him.

  She tried to pull away, and he tugged on the lock. “You’re not going anywhere, my lady,” he teased, smiling.

  She laughed and relaxed against him. The sound of her laughter warmed his heart. It was a sound he could get used to. “I don’t want to go anywhere,” she sighed, laying her head on his chest.

  He released her hair, content to have her resting against him, and smoothed the sheet over her shoulder. “Really, Lilane?”

  She didn’t answer.

  Two weeks had passed since they’d arrived at the Supreme’s Priestdom. Still he waited on the Supreme’s pleasure for an audience. Rue knew well that he was making him wait because of Sania, because of the grief he and the Supreme shared over her. As soon as they saw each other, they’d mirror it and it would hurt again, as it had before.

  Perhaps Anaisse would come through on her dinner invitation.

  Lilane shifted and moved to straddle him. Her bare pussy brushed his cock, causing it to stir. Her breasts thrust out proudly, and it stirred even more. She stared down at him with an intense gaze. “Who is Sania?” she asked.

  Rue stilled. It had been as though she’d read his mind again. He traced a pattern on her bare arm. “Lilane, before I answer that question, I want to ask you one. How much do you know of your heritage, your bloodline?”

  Her brow furrowed. “Why?”

  “Humor me, pet.”

  “Well, I know who my maternal and paternal great grandparents are.”

  He rubbed his palm over her flesh, massaging absently. She shivered in pleasure under his hand. “Where did they come from?”

  “My paternal great grandparents were always in Gadstone Village. My great maternal grandfather as well. But you must realize they are not all blood relations, Rue. Because of the Goddess’s curse, bloodlines dry up and adoptions are made. However, I know my blood runs true through the maternal line. My maternal great grandmother came from the north of Nordan. I know not where.”

  “Hmmm. Do you think perhaps the Northern Forests?”

  She shrugged, wiggling against his hardening cock as he made larger circles with his palms, brushing one elongated nipple with his fingertips as he moved. “I don’t know,” she said breathlessly. “Why?”

  He swallowed hard. “I have an insatiable hunger for you, love. I cannot seem to get enough of your body—of you—to satisfy me. That is indicative of something. Something I’ve wondered about since first I looked into your pretty green eyes.” His lips quirked. “You know, on that day you tried to kill me.”

  She licked her lips, her gaze flicking down to his chest before rising to meet his eyes once more. “I can’t get enough of you either.”

  “I near fucked you unconscious after our encounter with Jad.” Seeing Jad’s desire of her, and Lilane’s excitement that day in the inspection chamber had driven Rue crazy. He’d dragged her back to their room, parted her silky thighs and hadn’t pulled his cock from her warm body very often since.

  She smiled. “You’re given me more climaxes than I ever thought my body capable of. But you’ve also successfully changed the subject. Who is Sania?”

  He raised a brow. “Do I detect a note of jealousy?”

  She ran her finger over his nipple, and arousal jolted through him. “Never,” she replied softly. “It is not my place.”

  She raised her eyes to his and smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m simply paying off a debt, remember? I’ll be gone when the first brush of the sweet Nordanese wind bathes my cheek once more.”

  His hands tightened around her waist, as though to keep her with him. He deliberately relaxed his grasp. This was turning into something far more than debt repayment to him.

  Rue cleared his throat before speaking. “She was the Supreme’s daughter, one of five. No matter what the Nordanese may say about how the Sudhraians treat their women, they love their daughters and the Supreme is no different. He nearly had a fit when Sania declared her love for me, since back then I was the Master Trainer of this Priestdom. She was chaste, demure—the way the Sudhraians keep their family women. She asked me to give up training, since in Sudhra sex slaves are co
ndoned, but not publicly acknowledged by the ruling powers.”

  “Were you to marry her?”

  “After I became the Supreme’s Sword Master and garnered a reputation for myself, he deemed me worthy enough to take his youngest daughter to wife, yes. At that time, he didn’t need to secure any political alliances, and he figured if he did, his other daughters would do. So, we were to marry. He cared about her happiness.”

  “What happened to her?”

  Rue sighed, unwilling to relive these memories, but feeling Lilane was entitled to an explanation. “There is a group of slavers here in Sudhra called the Ganotte.”

  “The Ganotte? I know this name. They came once to my village.”

  Rue nodded. “This group makes an almost religious practice of capturing and enslaving women. They have much anger toward Ariane, the Goddess of Nordan, and therefore against the women who embody her. They feared that because the Supreme gave his daughter to marriage for her happiness and love, and not to gain political alliance, that he was growing soft. They kidnapped Sania one night to intimidate the Supreme. I don’t think they meant to kill her,” he finished quietly.

  “They killed the daughter of the Supreme of Sudhra?”

  “I tracked them and went in to free Sania with some of the best warriors this country has to offer, but it was too late. One of them had been far too enthusiastic in his treatment of Sania and he’d killed her.”

  “I’m so sorry, Rue.”

  “Oh, I got my revenge. I truly was a dark lord that eve. I shed the life’s blood of every Ganotte in that camp that night and relished it, bathed in it. But it never brought Sania back. He traced the older scar across his chest. “This is from that night.” He traced the newer gash that was almost healed now. “This one is from the night I met you.”

  Lilane reached out and ran her fingertip behind his, tracing the thin mottled white scar tissue of the old one and the reddish and puckered mark of the new one.

  “The Supreme blamed me for the debacle,” Rue continued. “He divested me of my title. But I was ready to leave this place anyway. I went to Kappan Priestdom and instructed men in swordplay there. I never trained another slave.”