A Dusting of Syn

by Melinda Barron

  When he ran his tongue over his upper lip, she smiled. Maybe he would not notice or say anything.

  "Good?"

  "Perfect.” The water moved gently as he continued to touch his cock. “Show me more."

  Her fingers moved to inch her shift up her body, but when she got to her hips she stopped and let it drop, moving her hands to her braid instead.

  "Tease.” His eyes narrowed in mischief, and she grinned back, her fingers working to undo her hair.

  She took her time, watching him all along. Part of her reticence was nerves, she knew. The other was just a desire for this not to end. Taking her clothing off for him made her feel wonderfully wicked, and if she hurried, it would be over, and then what would happen? Would he take her? Or would he just want to see her? The wonderful things he had said to her earlier still made her blood race. She knew what it took to make him spill his seed and that it could be done with just hands, or with a mouth.

  What she knew though came from talking. She hoped he would not be disappointed with her lack of knowledge when it came down to pleasing him.

  When her hair was down she ran her fingers through it, watching him as he followed the progress of her fingers.

  "You really are a tease."

  He stood quickly, rivulets of water cascading down his body. He moved from the tub quickly, splashing water over the sides and grabbed for her. She laughed, partly from surprise and partly from fear, as he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed, depositing her in the middle of the soft mattress before getting on his hands and knees above her.

  "Vixen, you will get yours now.” He took her shift and tore it. She gasped as the material spit in two, all the way to her breasts.

  "Milord, I have no other."

  "I will have a thousand made for you.” He lay on top of her, claiming her lips in a demanding kiss. His hardness pressed into her belly, and she moaned into his mouth at the first skin to skin contact.

  "So beautiful,” he whispered as he feathered kisses over her face. “I must remember to thank the king the next time I see him."

  Syndra caressed his back as his head moved lower. His tongue found a nipple, lapping at it over and over until she arched up into him. When he captured it and suckled her, she thought she would die of pleasure. Never had anything felt so good, so right.

  His teeth nipped at her, the pain turning into sharp tendrils of pleasure that shot straight down to her quim.

  "Keran, more please."

  "You will be begging for more than just this,” he blew hot breath on her wet nipple and she shivered from the intense bliss.

  When he moved to the next one she ran her fingers through his hair, again trying to push as much of herself into his mouth as she could. His fingers toyed with the still-wet nipple, gently twisting and pulling it until she again groaned, wiggling under his touch.

  "Keran.” His tongue moved down her body, licking at her ribcage. He stopped to kiss her bellybutton, and she laughed. “Where are you going?"

  "Where do you think?” He lifted his gaze to her briefly, need flashing in his eyes. “Spread your legs wide for me."

  She shook her head violently, nerves jingling inside her despite the pleasurable pull from her throbbing nipples.

  "Syndra.” He drew her name out as his fingers played over her naked thighs. “Obey your husband."

  "You are not my husband, yet.” Heavens above, she wanted to do as he asked, but her nerves felt as if they might singe her body if she did.

  "As far as I am concerned, I am, with the authority given by the king.” He kissed her thigh and she shivered. “Now open your legs and let me bring us both exquisite pleasures."

  "I am not ready for this.” Her words were low, and she tried to scoot away from him.

  He captured her hips and pulled her back toward him. “Obey me. Spread your legs."

  Heat rolled through her as he lowered his head more, his breath blowing on the soft curls between her legs. “You cannot. It is not ... it is not..."

  "Open.” He applied pressure to her thighs, just enough to make her moan and lift into him, spreading her legs slightly when she moved. He took advantage of the opening and dipped first one, then two fingers into her curls, sliding into her soft folds, moving around the wetness there.

  Syndra gasped and spread her legs more. His fingers pressed into her and she bucked up into him, a feeling unlike anything she had ever felt before spreading through her.

  His fingers found the hard nub at her center, rubbing it back and forth. Pleasure shot through her body as she continued to wiggle. Something built inside her, she was not sure what. It felt like a dam about to burst.

  "What is happening?"

  "Shush.” He separated her outer lips, then lowered his face, his tongue moving into the place his fingers had been. He licked the nub as his hand trailed down, his digits pushing inside her. He moved in and out, then sucked her into his mouth and nibbled.

  The dam burst. She grasped his hair as she thrashed about, bliss spreading through her like wildfire, it seemed to ebb and then gained in speed, roaring through her again.

  She was not sure when he had transferred his lips to her own, his tongue diving inside her as she greedily clutched him to her, wanting to take all of him into her body.

  "Take me."

  "Not yet.” He growled the words. “Later, but not yet."

  His hands were on his cock furiously pumping up and down. She clasped her own around him, and he cried out as hot jets of liquid hit her stomach.

  "Oh Syn, sweet Syn.” He kissed her again as they continued to caress him, their tongues flicking against each other before he collapsed beside her, his chest heaving.

  Syndra moaned softly, then snuggled down next to him. She trailed a finger through the seed staining her stomach. “Next time I want you inside me, promise me."

  "Then you shall have it.” He kissed her deeply, pressing her head back into the soft mattress. Then he stood, wet a piece of cloth in the bathwater before cleaning her stomach, and then himself.

  He pulled the ruined shift from her body and tossed it into the fire. He climbed on top of her, kissing her again before rolling them onto her sides and pulling a blanket over them.

  "What was that? The feeling?

  "The French call it la petite mort. The little death. It is a sexual climax. It is what a man feels when he spills his seed, and what a woman feels when you play with the sweet little button at the top of her quim."

  She laughed softly. “It is fantastic. I have never felt anything like it."

  "I am very glad you liked it, because you shall have quite a few petite morts, and I will love giving them to you."

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  Chapter Eight

  Keran stroked Syndra's shoulder, looking down at where she lay nestled into his chest. She had her hand on his thigh, just inches from his cock, which grew very interested in her nearness. As he hardened, he thought about how he could take her maidenhead and not give her pain.

  Having her on top was probably best. He was afraid he would get too excited and enter her too quickly. With her above him, she would be able to control the amount she took, and the time. It would probably kill him to wait, but he wanted what was best for her, not for him.

  He stroked her shoulder and she moved again, her fingers brushing against him. His cock leaped to life, growing to its full length. He kissed the top of her head and was about to wake her when there was a soft tap at the door.

  "Keran.” Patrick's muffled voice sounded through the wood. “Wake up."

  He moved away from her gently, stroking himself as he crossed to the door. Patrick's eyes widened, and he grinned at the sight of his erection. “Am I interrupting?"

  "Yes, I was about to wake her. So hurry and deliver your news.” He grabbed his shirt and wrapped it around his middle, holding it closed at the waist.

  "Our messengers have left without being detected. I had three men ride out with them to the bord
ers of Mardoon. They returned to say no one followed them."

  "Good. And?"

  "Brody has returned with your package."

  Keran laughed. “Did he have troubles?"

  "No, not a one. The men down there are inept to say the least."

  "Even inept men can swing a sword and hit someone."

  Patrick nodded. “True. But, it will make things easier."

  Keran sat down, his desire dwindling as he thought about how to best handle the situation at hand. “We have to make sure they do not find out that we know what is happening. If they find out, they are likely to attack."

  "I agree,” Patrick said. “Should we send men out to spy on them from time to time?"

  "Yes, but tell them to be cautious. Send two at a time, so it looks as though they are out for a ride. And make sure you do not send the same two in the same few days."

  "Too suspicious,” Patrick said, sitting down across from him.

  "How is Tillie?"

  "She is a spitfire. She wanted me to bind Elizabeth so she could take the whip to her. She swore she did not want to hit her, just scare her."

  "A tempting idea. One I am sure my sweet wife would love, too."

  "Yes, she would.” Syndra sat up. “But I could never do it, despite the temptation."

  He looked at her as she clutched the sheet to her chest. In the glow of the waning firelight, he was sure he had never seen a woman so beautiful. His cock, which had deflated slightly, hardened again, pulsing under his shirt.

  "Well, I am off.” Patrick stood and moved toward the door. “See you both in the morning."

  "Patrick.” He stopped and turned to Keran. “Tomorrow, send a message to the nearest priest. I want him here as quickly as possible."

  "First I do not send for him, now I do?"

  "Yes. I want to marry Syndra promptly."

  "Very well.” Patrick's muttered words as he walked toward the door made Keran laugh. “Send for him, do not send for him. Changes his mind as much as a woman."

  When he was on the other side, Keran turned to Syndra. He let the shirt fall to the floor and walked toward her, his stride slow, his gaze fixed on her beautiful lips.

  "Are you ready to take me inside you?"

  "Oh yes, milord. More than ready."

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  Syndra scrambled to her knees, letting the covering drop from her body. She did not care that she was naked. All she wanted was Keran. She wanted to feel his hands and lips on her again, wanted to know what it felt like to have him buried inside her quim.

  She held out her arms, clasping him tightly to her and kissing him with a passion that burned straight down to her toes.

  "Now, please.” Her nails clawed at his back and his hiss of pain made her pull back.

  "Slow down, pet. You will thank me for it later, trust me.” He cupped her face and ran his thumbs down her cheeks. “I love that you are so excited, but since this is your first time, we need to take it slow and make sure you are ready for me."

  "I am. So ready.” She stroked the scratches she had left, then kissed his shoulder when he seemed to melt into her body.

  "Mentally, yes, but physically, no. We want to lessen the pain you will feel."

  Her heart slowed just a bit. Vague memories of Tillie and Alma telling her about the pain of their first couplings floating through her mind. And the blood. There would be blood. He was gazing down at her, his look gentle and full of concern. It made her senses sizzle.

  "I will be fine,” she whispered. “You being here, and having this happen, is more than I could ever have hoped for in my life."

  When his lips touched hers, his tongue tracing her lips, she moaned softly. She lay back as he trailed kisses down her neck, licking each spot he visited. Her nipples hardened in response, and he captured one, sucking it in deeply. She arched into him, her fingers kneading his back.

  Her quim was slick with need, and she pressed herself into his thigh, undulating against him to increase the friction.

  "Keran, please."

  He kissed her again before standing, his tongue probing her mouth until she mewled in response. She sat on her knees as he grabbed her shift and his shirt from the floor and pushed aside the pillows, putting the material in their place and sitting down on it.

  "Come here, little one.” She shook her head in confusion, but took his hand and moved toward him. “Straddle me."

  She laughed at the idea, then put a leg on either side of his body.

  "Now, hold on the frame, and slowly lower yourself down onto me. Stop when you feel pain, or feel as though it is too much. That will give you time to relax and take all of me."

  Syndra grasped the wood, then looked down to where Keran held his cock. It stood firm in his grasp, seeming anxious to be inside her. His hand was gentle on hip as she positioned herself above him, her heart racing, her body quivering with the idea of giving herself to him so fully.

  Her chest, rising and falling with excitement, was in front of his face and he licked each breast as she lowered herself, giving her soft words of encouragement.

  "Easy, little one. That is it. So soft, so warm. Oh, right there."

  She clasped his cock tightly as she lowered herself, sinking onto him, loving the way he stretched her. She pushed harder, then felt the first stirrings of an uncomfortable feeling spread through her body. She knew Keran felt it too because he grasped her tightly, his hands on her hips, his fingers trailing up and down in a gentle rhythm.

  "Easy, my little one. Slow and sweet. That is it."

  His words soaked into her, empowering her in a way she had never felt before. He wanted this as much as she did, and the pain would be fleeting, surely. Nothing about it could compare with the pleasure he had given her earlier.

  Syndra lifted herself slightly, then bore down, pushing hard when the tingling feeling came again. He slid further in and a sharp pain spread through her belly. She moved her hands to his shoulders, lowered her forehead to his, then dropped her hips, crying out as his cock slipped fully inside her.

  "Yes, shush, it is all right.” He stroked her as she gasped, her quim throbbing around his hardness. The pain was sharp, but not overwhelming. Still, tears burned at the edges of her eyes. He kissed her, his lips gentle against hers.

  Keran stroked her back as he held her. “Better?"

  As warmth spread through her she started to rock, the dull pain turning into an aching need to take him as deeply as possible. He encouraged her by gripping her tighter, moving her gently back and forth.

  One hand held her close while the other snaked down her belly, ticking her and finally settling in her quim. His fingers found her hard nub within seconds. When he rubbed her there, sparks of pleasure shot through her body and the pain quickly disappeared.

  The fantastic feelings she'd had earlier returned. She moved faster, tightening herself around him, loving his groans and grunts, and the sharp intakes of breath that made it sound as if he had just run the length of the castle and back.

  When her orgasm rocked her body, it was even harder than before, tendrils of pleasure moving through her and making her body tighten with need. She started to yell out his name, but he pulled her close, capturing her lips so that her screams went into his mouth. Before it was over, he flipped them and was on top, thrusting into her, feeling as if he would reach her heart.

  She wrapped her legs around him, clasping him as tightly as possible. She wanted to take all of him inside her, their bodies fusing to become one. His guttural moan was the sweetest sound she had ever heard. She could feel his warm fluid sliding into her, filling her as nothing ever had before.

  When his body stilled, he kissed her shoulder then stood quickly, pulling her with him. He picked up the shirt, then led them to the tub where he wet it and rubbed it between her thighs.

  In the faint glow of the firelight, she could see a smear of blood on the white fabric. He repeated his actions, one hand stroking the shirt over her mons and across her thighs, the ot
her stroking her cheek.

  "I hope I did not hurt you too much."

  "No. It was fantastic.” She laughed at the look he gave her. “Fine, it hurt a little, but nothing I could not handle."

  He washed her one more time, then used the shirt to clean himself. “Climb back in bed."

  She obeyed him without question, watching as he added a few logs to the fire, stoked it, then threw the shirt and shift onto the flames.

  "You do not want to prove to people I was a virgin?"

  He climbed into bed, and they snuggled down into the sheets. “It would not have mattered to me whether you were virginal or not. I could not have asked for a better bride."

  "Thank you."

  "No, thank you. But, it is best they do not find out I know you are Richard's daughter, not quite yet. If they find out, they might try to harm you. As it is, I am sure she will try to use you as a spy. Now, go to sleep. Tomorrow promises to be a busy day."

  She nestled next to him, loving the feel of his arms around her. As she drifted off to sleep, she silently thanked her father for thinking of her in his last days, and more than making up for his neglect.

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  Chapter Nine

  Syndra burrowed down into the covers. There was an ache between her thighs that she had never felt before, and it was fantastic. If she concentrated hard enough, she could feel Keran inside her, his cock sliding into her quim. She put a hand onto the cold part of the mattress where he had been not long ago.

  He had kissed her gently before he left, telling her to meet him for the noon meal in the dining hall. At first, her eyes had widened in shock and she shook her head. The stern look he had given her made her giggle, and she nodded. Her future husband wanted her to take a meal with him, and she would do it.

  She wished Alma were here so she could talk to her about last night. Of course, she could talk to Tillie. But, then again Tillie was probably working, or still in bed. Syndra knew she should get up, do her share of the work. Just because she was the new lord's future wife did not mean she should just lie around all day.