"Good, the patrol won't hear you blabber then," Nera urgently told him, then made a shooing motion with both hands. "Go now, hurry."
He followed her directions to the letter. Hooded candles on the hallway walls gave the narrow area a golden hue, the thick fancy wooden doors were banded with metal straps. Strong enough to be considered a cell if need be, elegant enough to double as a guest room. The last one on the right was unlocked and he went inside. The brief slice of buttery yellow light from the hallway gave him the layout. There were no furnishings other than a small night stand next to a very comfortable looking large bed.
The moment he closed the door everything went pitch black. He waited a couple of minutes for his eyes to adjust. The small sliver of light that spilled in under the door gave everything a murky look, he could barely see the outline of the bed and nightstand. He sat on the edge and it didn't give in very far to his substantial weight, which spoke of a high quality mattress. He kicked off his shoes and tried his best to relax until Myra arrived.
He wasn't looking at the door when it quickly slid open then shut again, so his eyes were still adjusted to the darkness and she was in front of him in a flash. Silent and light on her feet, oh how he had missed her something fierce.
"Oh honey, I'm..." he started to whisper, but she covered his lips with her cool slender fingers, head whipped around to regard the door. He saw the slight upturn of her cute nose tip framed within the cascade of light blue hair in the dim darkness and nothing more. His heart started to pound again and he almost didn't hear the boot steps of the guard passing by.
"Shh," she hissed softly, soothed him while her hands roamed his face, upper shoulders and chest. She started to unfasten his shirt, eager to have him out of his clothes.
Ryan nodded and understood. The warning echoed in his thoughts. Make no sounds at all. They were just going to have to be careful, and he hoped they would be able to do just that because it had been so long since they held each other. Even now he could feel the urgency in her stance, her roaming hands magically found every button and catch and did away with them.
She must have been wearing a form fitted long sleep-shirt because she grabbed at her thighs and flipped something light and airy straight up and over her head. Uncovered and barely visible from the shadow of her sexy body, stiff nipple tips greeted him, already excited in anticipation of the moment. He couldn't hold himself back and his hunger was high for her.
He drew her close, large hands going over hips and then her shapely ass. Since he was still sitting on the bed's edge and she was still standing, he was at the perfect height for a man his size. His mouth seized each stiffened nipple and made a munching meal of them, no pausing in between and licking in absolute delight of her. He pulled her naked body even tighter against him as his mouth worked upwards and over the side of her slender throat. Oh how he loved munching the long strong muscle from her softly curved shoulder all the way up to just under that delicious pointed ear.
She gratefully leaned her head back and provided an arched neck while melting into his arms, giving him all the access he wanted. Her own breathing was fast and filled with heavy desire, body trembling as much as his hands. Her fingers kept going over his shoulders and back, leaving cool trails and light touches where she needed to feel him.
As his kisses started up her jawline, she couldn't wait for him to find her lips. She turned her head and soft sweetness landed on his mouth. Hunger and heat flared between them both, she worked her demanding kiss with a rapidity he never felt her use before. Amazing what distance and time can do to two souls who hungered for each other for way too long.
He wasn't sure if it was high eagerness or the fact they didn't have a lot of time - probably a mixture of both, but she didn't wish to spend too much on foreplay. She took a sudden half step back and crouched, her cool slender fingers finding his already stiffened shaft. She explored his size and thickness with obvious pleasure. He used every ounce of his will not to groan when her mouth sucked in his swollen tip without mercy. He was too long for her to fully take in, but she did try to slide her tongue as far as she could around his thickness as her head bobbed in his lap. Long light blue hair tickled his thighs and all of his fingers massaged her weaving scalp. He almost exploded there and then, but he successfully held back, fought the electric waves of ecstasy she conjured within him.
She didn't linger there for long or he would have released far too soon. She shoved his chest with a surprising amount of strength. He leaned back as prompted without hesitation, then her legs straddled him and she impaled herself as deeply as possible onto his shaft. Her shapely smooth inner thighs gripped his hips like a vice, muscles both inside and out quivering from the tight long overdue penetration.
Her gasps almost produced a vocal response, she also fought hard not to make noise. She couldn't see his features in the dark, so she leaned forward slightly and placed her hands on each side of his chiseled face. He relished her touch, loved the feel of her long cool fingers. Then she rocked him like never before. In some sort of electric belly dance, her stomach and lap pulsed his manhood as if she was listening to intense music. His own large hands found her breasts and his thumbs played her stiff nipples rapidly as strong fingers massaged the firm mounds. She flicked her hair to the left, then the right. Straight back and forward and to the sides again.
Her internal muscles clamped down hard on his lance, all of her parts squeezing in release with a rush of fluids. She opened her mouth and threw her head back, letting out a long sighing gasp and fighting her own voice to keep a scream of pleasure from escaping.
The explosion he felt was pure heaven. His throbbing shaft pulsed wave after wave from his head down to his toes and he bucked several times. He knew she felt him empty inside of her, she was looking down at him through the inky blackness and her long light blue hair tickled his chest. Oh how he loved her.
Then she started to move again, and this time her tight ass sank all the way onto his lap, his long shaft starting to soften into afterglow. But she would have none of that and wanted more. She leaned forward and started to munch his throat, her hands going through his long hair, finger combing the wavy strands while her fingernails lightly scratched his scalp. Her pulsing hump with him still inside and with her hardened nipples raking his chest, her passion re-sparked his system back to life. Along with the exploring intense kisses on his neck, she felt himself stiffen again to her vast pleasure.
Her tight pussy gave internal ground and kept him all inside while at full pulsing length. The fire in his body not only returned, but came back even hotter than before. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to do more than merely make love. With his arms tight around her and his hand cradling the back of her sweet neck, he rolled her over and put her back onto the firm mattress and then his hips proceeded to power drill between her shapely thighs like never before.
From her shoulder to jaw his mouth power kissed and nipped and lightly bit and licked, her head was completely arched back and her chin rested on top of his muscular shoulder while her calves bounced off his muscle-bunched ass. Her mouth went to his ear, licked and sucked and then opened to let him hear her hidden gasps that became accidental soft squeaks from time to time.
She did far more than lay there and take it. Her own body rolled back and forth with his own, the gorgeous flare of her hips shoving up into his downward slides, her abs contracting and muscle stroking his throbbing velvet covered steel rod as he pulled back for another hot as hell push deep into her. She was aggressive as she was loving, her nails biting his back while her inner thighs squeezed his hips without letting up.
He felt his buildup almost at the same time he could feel her breathing come in shorter and shorter gasps, growing urgent in their strength and depth. Her ankles crossed and locked behind the small of his back as her pussy took his entire human lance as prisoner, the back of her shapely legs squeezing his lap in a pulsing grind to milk him for every ounce he had to give.
Her panting was so close together it sounded like she was about to hyperventilate. His own body was rock solid and wanting to give her everything she demanded of him, and then before he knew it, she was convulsing in a powerful full body orgasm. This was a moment every man wished for his loving woman, and his body responded in kind. He felt as if he was ejecting an entire gallon of pulsing heat into the center of her being, a sense of completion with the lightning strikes of his own orgasm almost sending them both off the bed. Nature's best natural high danced with his emotions as the wonderful woman under him was winding down to mere shudders and jerks.
They laid there for a long time just holding each other. He felt her breathing even out eventually, then she very carefully rolled him onto his back, gave him a long and tender kiss. Her lips lingered on his mouth, savoring every heartbeat. Then she stood up, found her long sleep-shirt and slipped it back on. He had lost track of time, but thankfully she hadn't. His body glowing with an inner peace he hadn't known for a long time, his heart painfully twitched to see her slender form quickly and silently approach the area of the dark door to sneak back out. She paused, listening for the guard's footsteps until she was convinced that he wasn't in the area that very moment.
"I'm going to envy your wife for the rest of my life," she announced with the wrong musical accent, suffused with a mixture of deep satisfaction and spent passion.
NERA!
She continued talking loud enough for him to hear clearly, yet withdrawn in tone so her voice wouldn't carry too far. "Before the sun leaves the horizon in the morning, your family will be in a wagon outside on the path you need to take, just a little north of here. Consider your debt to me cleared. You won't see me again."
The door opened and she paused, her heart shaped jaw line and dark green eyes now exposed by the yellow hallway candlelight. It gave visual proof to the shock that coursed through his ears and into his brain, rendering him absolutely speechless against his will. Even though it wasn't his wife, she glowed with her own aura of bliss and appeared well pleased. Her cute profile took on a striking quality. She had the same hair color and length, even the same body type - just more toned from working with a sword while wearing armor. He realized with no small amount of chills that Nera looked like she could be Myra's slightly younger sister. He never made that overall visual connection until this stunning moment. In the ultra low light he couldn't have known unless she spoke or had lit a candle. She had wanted this to happen and had it planned out possibly for quite some time. His mind went temporarily numb and she understood why he was having difficulty saying a single word.
Nera stepped out into the hallway, then just before she shut the door, he heard her distinctive voice one last time. "Myra doesn't know nor does she have to." Then she was gone. He laid there in the dark, completely in a shocked state over the fact that she would do such a thing. Reason couldn't adjust with the logic that lived in the frontal lobe of his brain until he recalled the very first thing that surprised him about Nera. Her own personal guard staff she entrusted with her safety were her husbands. Plural.
Unlike their monogamous Elerian neighbors, the Sanego didn't have a problem with having more than one mate. They were practicing polygamists. He realized with some relief that he found himself leaning towards the Elerian way of life and agreeing with some of their social graces. Not all of them, they still had what he considered major flaws, but then no society was perfect.
Still, Nera had tricked him with a high amount of skill. Thinking back on their very recent passionate romp, there were minor clues in her behavior that could have told him she wasn't his beautiful Myra. Not being with his wife for so long and his own excitement mixed with a powerful need had jaded his senses to a large degree. He was ripe for such an event and Nera knew that too. He also realized with further surprise that he wasn't angry with her for doing such a devious thing.
He had to take a moment to explore that. Anger should be a part of his reaction, knew all too well that had their genders been reversed, it could very easily be considered a form of rape. So why didn't he feel violated? If it was this easy to be with another woman in his mind and heart, he could have ended the ordeal with Darya long ago and shortened his original plan considerably.
Thinking of the evil queen and her crazy demands gave him the answer he was looking for. Nera was his friend where Darya was his enemy. The warden had treated him with kindness and respect when she didn't have to and Darya treated him as an object of her desire and nothing more. Nera was cute and wholesome to a large degree and reflected many qualities. Darya had an absolute natural beauty that was imbued with feminine perfection, but the rotten core of her dark personality leaked an ugliness that stained everything about her into a revolting woman.
There was no anger in his heart because if he was to lay with a female not of his own choosing, he would rather it be a woman like Nera than a demonic beast like Darya. He agreed with her that his debt is cleared. He didn't agree with her plan to trick him or her methods, but for now he can get over it and move on to what's truly important in his heart. His wife and kids. No, he couldn't tell Myra about this event and would carry it with him to the grave. It would do nothing but hurt her and that's something she didn't need. Ever. He couldn't sleep for the entire night as he pondered the near future.
Chapter Thirty Two - Reunion
It was a covered wagon with two horses and a back gate. The woman on the front bench where the reins were resting didn't stay seated the second her lavender eyes found his large frame emerging from the woods. She wore Sanego style black leather trousers and a white blouse and her light blue hair was wild in the wind when she flew into his arms.
He felt her heaving with sobs and he fought not to do the same. She needed his strength and he wasn't about to let her down. Her light musical voice, a sound he longed to hear with all his heart, finally reached his ears. "I missed you," she told him, wiping her eyes on his dark green tunic.
"I missed you too, sweetheart," he replied, intense and loving.
"Your deep voice, so low and sexy, I missed that too," she admitted, then pulled back and looked up at him. She glowed and her happiness blossomed in his eyes and he rewarded her with a powerful lip dancing kiss.
His heart nearly burst with affection as he powerfully realized that his lovely Myra was indeed a tall woman for either the Elerian or Sanego people. He buried the fast flash of guilt for knowing the comparison from holding Darya and bending down to kiss her neck. The joy he felt for being reunited with his wife drowned it out. He fooled the evil queen, didn't dare let on he was only faking the affection. The payoff was this moment, getting the one that truly mattered to him safely back.
Ryan didn't want to let his wife out of his arms but they only had a head start complete with a decoy to lead trackers in the wrong direction. They couldn't take their time and linger. "We have supplies in the wagon for the trip?" he asked her gently, feeling flush with the success of his subterfuge back at Darya's castle. Now it was just a matter of time and distance without getting caught.
"Oh yes, that and more," Myra told him, pride heavy in her remark. "They're both asleep in their baskets, our children are well covered with blankets to stay warm. With luck, they will sleep for several more hours while we get the hell out of here."
"I want to see them just for a moment," he said, then stepped up the back gate and leaned into the rear flap of the covered wagon. Two ropes lashed several large water jugs with heavy corks to one side. They looked good and secure and won't wobble around when going over the road. He also noticed baskets of different fruits and vegetables, a small portable stove and then they were there. Two small crib like baskets were lashed together farther in so the rider and driver could undo the front flap and have them easily within reach. He jumped down and circled to the front and opened that flap, peered down intently as he slowly peeled back a soft blanket.
He recalled the news that his son had his mother's features and he was able to recognize him instantly.
Two delicate pointed ears and a baby-fat round face slept peacefully. The beginning fuzz of hair on his head was light blue. His skin was a touch darker than normal for his people, but only a touch. His daughter had dark hair like his own and her ears weren't pointed. She looked exactly like her brother in every other detail but those two. Filled with pride over his two amazing accomplishments with Myra, he turned and closed the front flap. She was sitting there next to him, glowing with the brilliance of fresh motherhood. "I know it took a lot of effort to carry two babies," he told her with a smile. "I'm so very proud of you." Then he picked up the reins and gave them a flick. Both horses responded and the wagon gave a gentle jounce forward.
Myra all but melted onto his side, cuddling up and feeling the weight of his compliment. He didn't know how deeply he touched her heart when he said things like that. She knew he meant them, which made his words all the more special.
"Are we going to rebuild our farm?" she asked him, watching his handsome features as he took a moment to mull the question over. "I saw them burn our house just as they were taking me away. I wanted to hurt them."
"I don't know why not," he replied, musing. "Unless you want to move further into the kingdom instead of being so close to this blasted border, we can rebuild right where we left off." Then he let her comment drift through his thoughts for a moment. "Do you want to learn how to hurt them?"
She was silent for a minute, but she finally answered just as he opened his mouth to apologize. "I'm not sure," she replied, humbled. "Nobody ever offered to teach me anything before. Even though I wanted to hurt those men, it was an angry thing. The idea of hurting anyone bothers me."
"It bothers me too, darling," he explained honestly. "Being able to defend yourself and outright attacking people for whatever reasons are two different things. The choice of course, is yours."
"I'll think about it," Myra promised him, then held onto his muscular arm tightly, rubbing her cheek slowly on his thick shoulder. "How long until we get home?"
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