by Keziah Hill
Well, she could tolerate that and more. If her people were safe she could tolerate anything.
Emboldened, she rose and moved to the front of the Warlord Death. Rinsing out her cloth she started a slow sweep across his skin with the soft cloth. The tattoo caught her eye and again her pussy quivered.
‘Tell me more of that night, My Lord. Tell me more of how you became Master of the Night.’
Devadas gazed at her, suspicious of the new tone in her voice. She sounded like the Lissa of old, ready and willing for any new game. If that’s the way she wanted to play it, he was more than willing to accommodate her. She couldn’t realise he had more games, many more games with which to instruct her. Smiling grimly, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the smooth slide of the cloth against his skin and the occasional accidental and not so accidental touch of Lissa’s fingers on his chest.
She played with him, scraping a finger nail against his nipple or tracing his tattoo.
Her husky voice ignited a burning need deep in his vitals. His cock hardened and lengthened. She thought to play with him, but she didn’t know what she would unleash.
‘What is it you want to know, My Lady?’
She hesitated, continuing to trace the pattern of his tattoo with her fingers.
‘What was it like?’ she asked, an unexpected vulnerability in her voice. ‘What was it like with three at the same time?’
‘Is that something you’d like to do, My Lady?’
She shot him a quick look then dropped her gaze, but not before he saw the war of desire in her face. Fear and craving. Well, well. The wildcat prowled, ready to emerge.
She shrugged. ‘I do what you instruct, My Lord. Isn’t that the way this works?’
‘It is indeed, My Lady. It is indeed. You learn fast. But to answer your question, three at the same time has definite benefits.’
The cloth tightened in her hand. She finished washing his chest and turned to rinse the cloth. The movement drew attention to her breasts. Round and perfect with strawberry-coloured nipples. The taste of her was still on his tongue.
She turned back to him and knelt in front of him, her mouth inches from his cock.
‘Tell me,’ she said and grasped him with her cloth-covered hand. She started a slow sweep up and then down his length, all the time keeping her head tipped up, watching his face, her mouth slightly open.
She wanted to drive him mad and she was succeeding. If he didn’t have his cock between her wet, sucking lips soon, he’d go crazy.
‘After I made them come, all three of them laid me out on a bed and made sure I was satisfied. Two delicately licked and sucked my balls, while the third took my cock in her mouth.’
‘Like this?’ Lissa said.
She surrounded the head of his cock with her wet mouth and sucked gently.
‘Not quite,’ he said in a strangled voice.
She lifted her head away from his cock which made him want to cry out in frustration.
‘No? More like this?’
She opened her mouth and took him in all the way. He groaned and grasped her hair as the tip of his cock met the back of her throat. Too late he remembered she was a mistress of this particular art. She’d lost none of her skills. She drew back and grasped the base of his cock with her hand and squeezed, while her mouth sucked hard. She proceeded to work him at a steady, maddening pace while he stared down at her bobbing head. When she looked up at him, his gaze was captured and held by the vision of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, framed by her wildly curling hair. He tipped back his head, feeling the explosion building from the base of his spine.
‘Yes, oh gods, yes,’ he groaned. Gripping her hair tightly he forced himself to watch as the first of his seed spurted from his cock. At the last moment, she removed her mouth but kept pumping him. He roared as he drenched her breasts with his seed.
As the glorious chaos of his mind calmed, he smiled with satisfaction at the sight of her still on her knees in front of him with his come dripping from her erect nipples. When she lifted her hands and slowly circled her breasts, rubbing the fluid into her skin and pulling on her nipples, he laughed.
‘Some things don’t change, do they, My Lady? I see you still have a taste for me after all.’
She smiled as she sucked on one finger. A witch. She was a witch. He could feel his cock recovering quickly.
He stepped from the bath and threw a cloth at her.
‘Clean yourself. The night is just beginning. Where are these clothes of your father’s?’
‘I didn’t think clothes were what you wanted right now,’ she murmured.
He turned to her, considering.
‘Maybe not.’ He glanced around the room, his gaze resting on a chair.
‘Stand up.’
She stood before him without a murmur. Excellent.
‘Bend and put your hands on either side of this chair. Spread your legs. I want to inspect my property.’
Devadas smiled as an angry flush appeared on her skin. Not so playful now.
Lissa swallowed a furious retort. She was not an animal to be inspected at market. But what choice did she have? If she could keep him satisfied, her people would be safe. Bending, she opened her legs and prepared herself. For what she wasn’t sure. And not knowing increased the wetness in her pussy. He might own her, which made her furious, but he knew what she liked.
A sharp slap on her buttock made her yelp. Then he soothed the sting with a caress. Again on her other buttock followed by a caress. Her bottom was on fire. Some sharp slaps in quick succession, followed by a slow kneading of her flesh had her moaning for release. Her cunt ached to be filled.
Instead a finger, then two, then three eased into her. She bucked back trying to get them in as deeply as possible.
‘Stand still. Don’t move. Open your legs wider.’
His rough voice surrounded her. She moved her legs wider and groaned as his fingers found the spot in her cunt that never failed to inflame her.
‘Ah, yes. That’s the spot. Isn’t it, My Lady?’
Then he thrust his fingers in and out of her, rough and hard. She was almost there, almost at that place where she could let go if only he’d let her move. But just as she almost got to that shattering place, he pulled his fingers away. She cried out with loss.
‘No yet, My Love. Not yet.’
She registered the endearment as she struggled to recover from her disappointment. Her heart was beating as if she’d run several miles and her pussy continued to ache with emptiness.
She dipped her head down and could see him kneeling between her legs, a look of greedy concentration on his face. Praying for control, she nevertheless shrieked when he placed his thumb on her clit and started rubbing.
‘Yes, My Love. I know you like that,’ he said with a voice filled with amusement. ‘You’ll like this too.’
She tipped up her head and wailed has he placed his hands on her buttocks, opened her wide then buried his face in her cunt. His tongue lapped and sucked her clit. She couldn’t stop moving now, couldn’t stop pushing herself against his mouth. With an exultant scream she came in a pulsing, shimmering burst, only to scream louder as he stood and took her in one definitive thrust.
‘Yes,’ he grunted. ‘Come hard around me. No other woman’s has ever matched your cunt.’
She whimpered as he fucked her fast and furiously. Holding her hips, he thrust deep, his balls slapping rhythmically against her pulsing clit.
He bent over her and pulled her nipples hard with his fingers. The pain made her cunt spasm even more. Gripping the seat for balance, she thrust back at him.
‘Fuck me,’ she muttered. ‘Fuck me hard.’
He laughed and stood, wrapping her hair around his fist. Her head was forced up and she was acutely aware of the gold chain around her body.
He pumped her still, while she was helpless, her body bent down but her head up as he rode her like a filly, a rebellious, wild filly needing correction.
Soon the glorious shattering was upon her. Her cunt rippled with release as she heard him yell. With one last thrust he released his hot seed into her. When he withdrew from her she collapsed in front of the seat only to have him bark at her.
‘Sit on it. Keep your legs open.’
She struggled to obey through the fog of post-orgasmic weariness.
Sitting, she opened her legs and felt his seed drip from her open pussy.
He stood in front of her and smiled with satisfaction.
‘You look well serviced, My Lady. Like a rough, crude soldier has ploughed you thoroughly. Is that how you feel?’
She studied him, not sure what her response should be. ‘Yes, My Lord. I feel well serviced. Like a horse ridden by her master. Is that what you want?’
‘That and more, My Lady. Much more.’ He gazed at her, considering. ‘But perhaps that’s enough for one night. I grow weary with these games. Put me to bed and we’ll play some more tomorrow. It will be our wedding day after all.’
She closed her legs and stood. ‘I’ll make sure your rooms are prepared,’ she said.
‘No need. I’ll sleep here with you. This looks like a comfortable chamber.’ He grinned at her like a devil. ‘Come, My Lady. Sleep. Tomorrow is another day.’
He stretched out on her bed and motioned for her to lie next to him. She hesitated and he snapped his fingers. Fury rolled in her belly as she stretched out beside him. He turned to her and pulled her to him, spooning against her back. To her astonishment, he fell asleep immediately.
She lay in the circle of his arms and pondered her next move. Shifting slightly, she eased out of his embrace and sat up. She could either sleep elsewhere or pull the warm blanket at the foot of her bed over them. Staring down at him, she shrugged and pulled the blanket up. Settling herself back down, she stared into the night.
‘Good choice, My Lady,’ he muttered, pulling her against him again.
She sighed. Tomorrow was indeed another day.
Chapter Nine
Lissa’s day commenced with the slide of a hard, throbbing cock into her pussy, while probing fingers rubbed her plump clit. Barely awake, her orgasm was a slow, billowing release unlike the frenzy of the previous night. Her groan was more a sigh. She smiled to herself as Devadas continued his slow stroke, coming with a grunt of satisfaction. He pulled out of her and she turned to face him.
She kissed his sleepy smile then entwined her legs through his, all the time making contented humming noises as he idly toyed with her breasts. At some point during the night she had a vague memory of him taking the chains off her. Her breasts were certainly now free from their harness of gold.
Devadas bent his head and took the tip of her breast into his mouth and sucked. She arched her back and sighed, then moaned as he caught her nipple between his teeth and pulled. He pushed her onto her back and lay over her, tasting and tormenting one breast then the other. He plumped them both up with his hands and swirled his tongue around each nipple, driving her mad.
Then he stopped and pushed her legs open with his. He was hard again and ready. She braced herself for a deep, forceful plunge into her cunt, but was disarmed when he slowly, tantalisingly slid into her, all the time staring intently into her eyes. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto him as he rocked into her.
The despairing hurt was still in his eyes even through his desire. She held his face and kissed him, deeply. She wanted to draw him out of himself, take him to a place where despair didn’t exist. He kissed her back, making a sound in his throat like a sob. As his mouth became hot and more demanding, igniting a flame of craving within her, his stroke intensified, became harder, deeper, faster.
Soon she held onto him as he thrust into her, his face buried in her neck. It was as if he was a life raft that she clung to in a tempest-tossed sea.
‘Lissa,’ he muttered. ‘Lissa.’
‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Yes. I’m here.’
Maybe she was the life raft.
With a final mighty thrust, he lifted his head and with a look of painful ecstasy, emptied himself within her. He slumped onto her and nuzzled her neck, drifting into a half sleep.
Lissa lay, stunned. He wanted her, seemed to need her. But would he let go of his other need to punish her? A thump on her door made Devadas jerk in her arms. His head shot up and he looked around disoriented.
‘Devadas?’ a deep voice called from outside the door. ‘Are you awake?’
Lissa watched as he sat up and scrubbed at his face with his hands.
‘Yes, yes, I’ll be out in a minute.’ He shot a glance at her and climbed out of the bed. Stalking to the table, he grabbed the clothes she’d left out for him.
‘You’d better get up,’ he said over his shoulder. ‘If I know my brother, he’ll be plotting and planning. We have a big day ahead of us, My Beloved.’ His voice dripped with amused contempt.
Had she dreamed their delicious early morning tryst? From the way he avoided her eyes, she hadn’t. She threw off the blanket then raised herself, leaning on her elbows with her legs open.
‘What are your plans?’ she asked.
He turned to her while buttoning his shirt, then let his gaze rest on her. His face was impassive but Lissa noticed the slight tremor in his hands and the fast beating vein in his neck. She smiled seductively. He turned away from her.
‘To see to the fortifications. You’d do well to check on your own work, My Lady. Our wedding will be later today. No doubt our subjects would like to celebrate.’
She sighed and climbed out of bed. ‘You don’t have to tell me my duties. I’m well aware of what my people need. Father was mostly off making war and financially crippling us,’ she said with rising irritation. ‘I know what it takes to keep Horvald going.’
‘Excellent.’ He stared at her as she started to pull an old dress over her head. ‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’ She frowned at him.
‘The chains. You are my slave after all.’
He picked up the gold harness and slipped it onto her, tying it at the neck. ‘That’s better.’ He pushed her wild, curling hair away from her face. ‘You are so beautiful,’ he muttered, then gently kissed her lips.
She cupped his face in her hand. Turning, he captured her hand in his and kissed her palm.
‘Enough,’ he said. ‘There is work to do.’ With that he strode from the room barking orders to his compatriots.
He was such a strange, complex man. Full of emotions he couldn’t let himself feel. Well, it seemed he didn’t want to hurt her at least. Not physically anyway. For that she had to be grateful. No, not grateful. She would not let herself fall into that trap. She would demand her rights and respect. The gold harness she didn’t mind so much since, truthfully, she found it incredibly arousing, but she would not be led like a dog. He would need to understand that.
She pulled on her dress and made her way to the water room. After a quick sluice, particularly to the parts of her body that ached with unaccustomed use, an ache that was far from unpleasant, she dressed and made her way to the dining room. Devadas and his compatriots, Luc and Alain, were wolfing down food and talking about what Antos might plan. The women of the house were eating breakfast at the other end of the table.
Lissa notice some quick, knowing glances between Devadas’s two right-hand men and Ella and Xanthy. Well, well. Maybe they suffered from some pleasant aches this morning as well. The two young women giggled and murmured to each other.
‘Ella, Xanthy, I’ll need you to go through the stores with me today. Is Ris here? We’ll need to plan a feast for tonight.’
‘A feast?’ Xanthy said, a wide smile on her face. ‘That’s good news.’ Then her face fell as she glanced fearfully at Devadas. ‘At least I think it is ….’ she trailed away.
Devadas’s smile resembled a grimace. ‘Of course it’s good news, Miss Xanthy. Weddings are always good news, aren’t they, My Lady?’ She didn’t immediately answer him. Crossing to him, she held his face i
n her hands.
‘Yes, My Lord. This wedding is good news indeed.’
She kissed him gently then rested her forehead against his. He closed his eyes for a moment, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
Luc cleared his throat. Devadas opened his eyes and stared at Lissa. Gone was the despair, replaced with something that looked like ease. Acceptance. Hope for a future for them bloomed in Lissa’s breast. Maybe they could take their history and make it work for them. He stroked her arm as he turned away.
‘Come,’ he said to his men. ‘We need to do a tour of the town fortifications.’ As they pulled on their leather armour and checked their weapons, he frowned.
‘There is no need for you to go outside the town’s walls is there?’ he asked Lissa.
She shook her head. ‘Not today. There is too much to do inside.’ He grunted his approval and left with his men.
‘Now,’ Lissa said, turning to the other women, ‘we need to find Ris and make a plan.’
Lissa stared around the town’s storage hall and grunted with satisfaction. They had enough provisions to last them for two winters. The last harvest was a bumper crop which had enabled them to trade with merchants in the Southlands for other staples like oil and spices. As well as wheat, Horvald ran sheep, goats and cows which allowed them to make diary foods and weave their own cloth.
‘You should be proud of yourself,’ Ris said, standing beside her. ‘It’s because of you we are a prosperous town instead of a shanty relying on the spoils of war. Even your father saw the benefits of making strong roots.’
Lissa shook her head. ‘Everyone worked hard for this, Ris, not just me. You of all people should know that. And Father … I think if he’d lived he would have given up his warring ways. He was getting old and tired.’
Ris snorted. ‘Not him. Dying in the saddle was exactly how he wanted to go. He was too set in his ways. He thought bringing back booty would make us all rich.’
Lissa smiled sadly. ‘You have to admit, the time he bought back all those diamonds was a godsend.’
