by Sahara Kelly
“Um—yes.”
“Sheesh. “
Annie stood up and moved to the wall edging the balcony. The stars were coming out now, and her hair was turning to liquid silver as darkness fell. Kyle knew his cock was probably hard enough to punch holes in the wall of the ziggurat, but he was determined. Determined that Annie would do this, and everything else he had in mind, willingly.
It was the ”everything else” bit that really made him fidget.
“Okay, you asked,” muttered Annie. “Firstly, I care a great deal for Enshilla. She’s been patient, forgiving, helpful, understanding, and a whole bunch of other adjectives along those lines. She’d get the Girl Scout badge for ‘Really Nice Person’ if I had her in my troop. So if it will help make her happy, I’m all for it. Whatever ‘it’ is.”
“Good reason,” said Kyle, trying not to snarl.
“Secondly, I trust your judgment when it comes to Ronnil, and the look I saw on his face today makes me believe that he really does want Enshilla with a major passion.”
“Another good reason. So you’re basically doing this for Ron and Enshilla?” Kyle’s teeth snapped together.
“Well, you don’t need to look so fierce about it. Isn’t that why you asked in the first place?”
Caught in his own web, Kyle had no answer.
“But I actually have a third reason…”
“Oh?” he croaked.
“Something caught in your throat?”
Kyle waved away her question. “What’s your last reason?”
“It’s kind of personal.”
“My god, woman, so is what we’re planning. Spit it out, will you?”
Annie looked down at her hands as they rested on the stone wall. She took a deep breath and hissed it out between her teeth. “I’ve never had the chance to try that on anybody.” She closed her eyes for a second. “I’m curious.”
Kyle looked stunned.
“You’re as bad as Ron and Enshilla, aren’t you?”
“No. Absolutely not. I know exactly what to do.” Annie swung round with her hands on her hips and the light of battle in her eye. “I read all the right magazines, I pay attention on girl’s night out, and I can finish an ice cream cone in about ninety seconds using only my tongue. Provided it’s chocolate ice cream of course…”
Kyle’s eyes crossed.
“It’s just…I never wanted to…I mean, the guys I have dated, well, I just never felt the urge with them, you know?”
She looked pleadingly up at Kyle, her violet eyes dark now as the light had all but vanished from the sky.
“And now you have the urge?” he asked gently, closing the distance between them.
She gingerly reached out and touched his bare chest with her fingertips. It was a delicate brush, but it felt like a blast with a flamethrower on Kyle’s flesh. He burned.
“Do you, Annie? Do you have the urge now, here, with me?”
She licked her lips as if her mouth had suddenly gone dry, and he had to bend his head to hear her response.
“Yes.”
Chapter 8
“Do you think they’re here yet?”
Kyle watched Annie as she prowled nervously around his chamber, touching the walls and peeking in corners.
He smiled as she tapped on some bricks, for all the world as if she was looking for a secret passage.
His cock ached, and he wondered if he was going to make it through the next few hours. He doubted that the sight of the Sun God’s designated representative coming all over himself about five seconds after touching Annie would inspire either Ron or Enshilla. Let alone Annie herself.
But the thought of that soft mouth around his cock was driving him completely and absolutely nuts.
He turned and gritted his teeth.
“Enshilla and Ronnil will come and make sure that we are settled for the night before taking up their observation posts, Annie. There is a small recitation of the laws to go through.”
She turned with a look of interest.
“Do you know where they’ll be?”
“I’m not supposed to,” he grinned, “but I have lived here a few years and done a bit of exploring.”
He beckoned her to him and she hurried over.
Gently, Kyle put his hands on her shoulders and leaned forward so that his mouth was almost touching her ear.
“They will be in a small chamber behind the carving over to your right,” he whispered, feeling her skin quivering beneath his hand.
He couldn’t resist the temptation of her soft scent, burying his nose just behind her ear and inhaling.
“Small chamber?” she echoed, eyes closed.
“Yes,” muttered Kyle, risking a quick lick around the rim of her ear. “That’s where they’ll be.”
“Who will?” she breathed, eyes closed.
“I forget.”
His lips traced her earlobe and moved down her neck to her shoulder. He nibbled and licked, and made her moan.
The sound obviously jerked her out of her sensual haze. “Wait, wait…Kyle, they’re not here yet.” She pulled away from him.
Kyle clenched his jaw, nearly cracking a tooth in the process. Sweat broke out across his brow. Perhaps he could go find something to kill while they waited for Ron and Enshilla. Or perhaps he could build another ziggurat. Single handedly. Something—anything. This torture was going to be the death of him.
Fortunately, his life was spared by a cough from his doorway.
“My Lord Kyall,” said Ronnil formally. “The Lady Enshilla and I are here to bid you good evening and instruct you as our traditions dictate.”
Both Ronnil and Enshilla stood awkwardly, not quite knowing where to look.
“Please come in, Ronnil.” Kyle waved his hand and bowed politely at Enshilla, who sighed.
Annie suppressed her chuckle. “It’s good to see you Enshilla. Although you probably didn’t miss me this afternoon.”
A quick grin lit up Enshilla’s usually sober features. “Actually, Annilin, it was rather quiet at our Temple.”
The two women shared a laugh.
“My Lord, Lady Annilin, if you will be so kind?” Ronnil gestured to two chairs side by side and indicated that they should be seated.
Clearly sharing his thoughts, Annie leaned over to Kyle as they sat and whispered, “Don’t forget the note I gave you at recess.”
Kyle smothered his laugh, in deference to Ronnil who was now looking very serious. Enshilla stood to one side and watched him.
Kyle was in no doubt about the look in her eyes.
“You both realize that this is the first night of your joining.” Ronnil looked a bit embarrassed, but knew his role.
“We of the Sun God welcome the representatives of the Moon Goddess to our Temple and pray that our mutual association will benefit our people.” A quick bow to both Enshilla and Annie followed this pronouncement.
“Because today you dedicated yourselves to your respective deities, this night is for communion of the spirit. The spirit only.”
For some reason Ronnil backed this statement up with a very solid gaze at Kyle. He ignored it.
“As our laws dictate, this night will be watched over by the Sun God and the Moon Goddess in the persons of myself and the Lady Enshilla. We have been approved for this task by our respective Temple elders.”
Kyle was beginning to wish Ronnil to the ends of the earth. He swore he could feel the heat of the woman beside him, and he was getting as fidgety as a randy teenager.
“We will secrete ourselves in a hidden location, and will remain there until morning. Our duty is to ensure that our laws are followed. Any transgressions will be reported to the elders. Do you have anything to add, Lady?”
Ronnil turned to Enshilla who blushed.
“Oh, er—no, I believe you covered everything adequately Lord Ronnil.” She covered her confusion by turning to Annie, meeting her knowing grin with some chagrin.
“If you should find yourself in need, Annilin
, you have only to call. There are servants within hearing distance, ready to assist you.”
“Thank you, Enshilla. As always you are a good and efficient friend.”
Annie rose and crossed to Enshilla, giving her a big hug. Enshilla was clearly quite flustered.
“Oh, well, yes—I, um…”
“I’m sure Lord Kyall and I will pass a tranquil night. I hope you two do the same,” said Annie, a wicked gleam dancing in her eyes.
Afraid that she’d say too much, Kyle rose from his chair.
“Thank you, Ronnil. Your instructions have been clear and concise. We will bid you good night. Now.”
The firm tone of the last word made Kyle’s request more of an order. Ronnil shrugged and turned to leave, followed by Enshilla.
“Oh, Enshilla?”
She turned at the sound of Annie’s voice.
“Sweet dreams.”
* * * * *
Oh shit. This was it. She was about to plumb the depths of oral passion with a fabulous guy, whose lips looked more than up to the task. Just looking at those lips was making her wet.
“Um, where do you want me?” she asked nervously.
“The bed would be a good start,” answered Kyle, as he rushed around the room.
“What are you doing?”
Kyle finished lighting two more lamps and moved them to one side of the bed. Then he pulled the sheer gauze back from that side and down on the other. He was hurrying around the room like a whirling dervish.
“Kyle?”
“We only have a few moments to set the stage, Annie. It’ll take them about five or six minutes to walk around to the access corridor to their little room. So sit on the bed, and pipe down for a sec while I get things ready.”
Annie piped down.
Kyle grabbed a tray from a table across the room and brought it over to the side of the bed.
“I’ve arranged for a similar bottle or two to be available to them, and of course some snacks.”
Annie looked over the tray. “Hmmm. No cheese curls. Well, there goes the romance of the moment.”
Kyle closed his eyes for a second. “No pretzels either. Oh god, I miss pretzels.”
“Hey!” Annie punched him lightly on the arm. “Don’t go getting all soft over junk food on me. Next thing you know we’ll be talking Green Bay Packers or Daytona.”
“Right. Sorry.”
Annie humphed as she lay back against one of the many pillows that adorned Kyle’s huge bed.
“So how are we going to begin?” Annie’s mouth dried up as she spoke the words. Suddenly the room seemed very small and Kyle seemed very large.
“Perhaps some wine?” Kyle poured a rich liquid into two goblets and passed one to Annie. “It’s sweet, but strong.”
“Mmm,” said Annie after a sip. “This is good. What’s in it? It doesn’t taste like regular wine.”
“Dates,” answered Kyle. “Dates make a very nice wine. And of course they’re plentiful too. They’re used as flavoring, as treats, they’re a staple of the diet here in Sumer.”
Annie gazed thoughtfully at her goblet. Something was nagging at the back of her mind.
However, Kyle chose that moment to step closer and sit beside her on the bed. Her mind decided to go on vacation.
Her body, however, remained for the show.
“Enjoying your wine?” murmured Kyle, moving his thigh next to hers.
“Very much,” she answered, feeling his warmth through the thin robe.
“I’d like for us to remove our clothes now,” he said, voice roughening a little. “Would that be okay?”
Annie gave a nervous giggle. “Kyle, you can’t ask me if it’s okay for you to do stuff, you’ll spoil the entire plan. Let’s just pretend that we’re really here alone together and this would be what we’ve wanted to do to each other. It’s got to be natural, right?”
Heaven forgive me for that sneaky ploy, thought Annie to herself. But if he doesn’t touch me soon, I’ll be meeting my Goddess sooner than anyone expects. Not that anyone ever died of unfulfilled lust, but I need his hands on me.
Kyle smiled at her. Really smiled at her, and Annie’s heart thumped savagely in her chest.
His hands went to her neck and he gently removed the ornate necklace, putting it carefully on the table by the bed.
Following his actions, she slid her hands under his hair and found the simple clasp that held his collar in place. The feel of his silky strands brushing her knuckles was a thrill all its own. Coupled with the heat of his body, it was dynamite to her senses.
She dropped his necklace on top of hers.
Gingerly, Kyle took one end of her sheer robe and passed it across her shoulders, letting it fall behind her. Her breasts were now exposed to the heat of his eyes. And hot they were!
Green fire sparked as he slowly leaned forward and flicked the very tip of his tongue over her nipple. He barely touched it and yet she knew he could see the ripple of sensation that shuddered across her.
Pulling more of the fabric back, Kyle unwrapped Annie with care and delicacy, prolonging each move tantalizingly, and making her want to scream. She was already wet and aching, and getting hotter by the second.
Pushing her back down on the pillows, Kyle lowered her robe to just above her mound, leaving her mysteries hidden for the moment.
Annie groaned. She couldn’t decide if she was more relieved or angry.
“I can smell you, Annie,” he breathed as he moved up onto the bed to straddle her. “You want me.”
“Sheesh. Whatever gave you that idea?” she muttered, reaching for his waistband as he leaned over her and breathed in the fragrance of her hair.
One deft twist of her fingers and Annie released Kyle’s formal trappings. As they fell past his thighs to pool around his knees, his cock sprang out joyfully towards Annie.
“Aha. Who wants who?”
“Whom.”
“Whatever.”
“Yeah, whatever…”
Kyle lowered himself so that his cock just touched Annie’s fabric covered mound.
She couldn’t help it. Her hips just sort of thrust themselves upward towards him.
“Easy, Annie sweetheart. We have to make this last, remember?”
She’d forgotten. Forgotten that there were two people watching this whole scene. Somehow it made it seem all the more erotic, kind of like a fantasy come to life.
Annie was out of her element here. There were no guidelines as to what was right and what was wrong. It was a different world, a different time and a different set of rules.
She felt sexy, horny and all woman. The fact that someone was watching her touching and being touched simply enhanced her pleasure.
The dates must have turned her brains to mush, or time travel had made her some kind of sex-obsessed wanton. Did it matter? Nope.
All that was forgotten as she ran her hand carefully up Kyle’s huge cock, exploring the valleys and ridges and the vein that throbbed beneath her touch.
It was his turn to moan as she ran her finger over the tiny eye and watched as a drop of moisture beaded the tip.
With one swift move, Kyle ripped all their clothing away and sent it floating off the bed to the floor.
He settled himself between Annie’s thighs and breathed heavily as his cock came to rest on her naked mound.
His voice croaked as he whispered to her, “I have to ask one thing here, do you want to go first, or shall I?”
“What?” Stunned by the weight of him and aroused by the pressure of him, Annie could barely think.
“You know. Our mission tonight is to give each other pleasure with our mouths.” Kyle’s muscles trembled. “You first, or me?”
Annie closed her eyes and tried to marshal some kind of rational thought process. No good. All her energies were focused on her clit and how she had to move to get Kyle up close and personal with it.
“I guess it’d be better if I take care of…if I do…well, let me touch you first, ok
ay?” she mumbled under her breath.
“Sure, honey. Anything you want.” Kyle sounded like he was in pain.
Annie pushed at his shoulders and rolled Kyle onto his back. She sat up and moved over him, copying his former position and straddling him.
She looked up the expanse of firm bronzed chest into the flushed face and glittering green eyes.
God, he was better than a four-course gourmet meal. And she was going to get to eat him. No reservations required.
* * * * *
The small observation room seemed very snug to Ronnil as he and Enshilla settled themselves for their night’s vigil.
There was a carved niche holding a tray with wine and some delicacies, thoughtfully provided by Lord Kyall, no doubt. The only other furniture was a very wide, low-slung sleeping pallet along the far wall, and a short piece of half-carved column that served as a seat for one of the two peepholes into the Lord’s chamber.
The other peephole was a grid carved into the decorations and was about three feet above the lower one.
Politely, he gestured for Enshilla to take the column.
“Would you care for a little wine, Lady?”
“Thank you, My Lord. That would be most welcome.” Enshilla’s voice shook a little, and Ronnil wondered if she were as nervous as he was. He’d been hard pressed to keep his eyes off her magnificent breasts all evening, and knowing he was going to have to spend the night with her in this small chamber was both a joy and a torture.
She accepted the goblet with one of her lightning smiles. Ronnil amended his earlier thought. Make that just a simple torture.
His cock was fighting to free itself, having seen something it really, really wanted.
“Ah, they are preparing to retire,” said Enshilla quietly.
Ronnil moved up behind her to look through the upper grid.
Unfortunately, he moved a little too close and managed to poke her in the back of the neck with his cock. Jerking back he stuttered an apology.
Without turning, Enshilla shrugged it off. “It is of no moment, My Lord. I think we are both affected by the emotions of today’s ceremony and the closeness of our quarters, are we not?”
Ronnil’s spirits drooped. Actually, they plummeted off the edge of the Earth, which he believed to be about seventy miles south west of Ur. His cock shrank, and his heart thudded. Enshilla really wasn’t interested.
