RAVISHED!
Science Fiction and Fantasy Erotica
By
TABITHA A. BRADLEY


A Renaissance E Books publication
ISBN 1-58873-446-1
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Copyright © 2004 by T. Bradley
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A SIZZLER/ROMANTICA EDITION

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 CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION

 TURNABOUT IS FAIR PLAY

 FUGUE

 AVARAIR INTERLUDE

 THE THIEVES

 PART TWO

 PART THREE

 PART FOUR

 PART FIVE

 THE ADVENTURES OF TAMARA SABLE

 THAT WHICH I DESIRE

 RAVISHMENT



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 DEDICATION
To my husband David, who helped me find Tamara.

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 INTRODUCTION

I have always thought that once an author writes sex in detail, there is really very little left when it comes to creative inhibitions.

 Not that it hasn't been difficult.

 Hardly.

 I consider writing effective erotica one of the most difficult things a writer can do. Though, it is also one of the most freeing literary exercises at the same time. Writing erotica can be a wonderful way to explore your fantasies and deepest desires, and I think writers need to know their own desires in order to write about others—in any genre.

 Erotica has changed the way I write. The way I think about my characters. The way I define my world and the way I interact with others in it.

 It's my advice to any writer who would like to explore the human condition, to at least try a little erotica. It was how I began. I certainly never expected to write it professionally.

 This compilation is an anthology of twelve of my favorite stories and one written exclusively for this collection. And since I write science fiction and fantasy, that is what you will find here. That doesn't mean these stories are lacking at all in erotic content—they're stories written the way I think erotic SF and fantasy ought to be written—with intensity, passion and exquisite sexual tension, something I enjoy writing. The sexual content is hot and extremely erotic, exploring subjects like submission and dominance, seduction, bondage, pain, the use of force and psychological torture.

 Several of these stories explore the idea of my heroine having an encounter with a hero who is more of a villain. I love to play with the dynamic of the villain getting the girl rather than the hero, and the almost naturally melodramatic genres of SF/F lend themselves very well to the idea.

 The first story, Turnabout is Fair Play , is written in first person, as is the following, Fugue . These both feature Alena, who is a rarity in her rather misogynistic culture, a strong, independent woman leader. She finds herself faced with the infuriatingly enigmatic but very sexy Joshua Wetfire, who is singularly unimpressed by her position or her supreme arrogance, but he definitely seems to like fighting with her.

 Avarair Interludeis a very loose fantasy novella. I realized that I hadn't really ever written fantasy erotica in the very traditional (elves and wizards) sense, so Avarair is the result of that experiment.

 This little collection features Morgen, a pretty young thief who finds herself getting a lot more than she bargained for on one adventure into a ruined tower. It also features one of my newest favorite characters, the handsome and devilishly sensual Karayan Tibor. These were fun and about as traditionally fantasy as one can get short of dragons and dwarves. And it features my one and only group sex scene...

 The Adventures of Tamara Sablefeature four stories set in the Dirandan Chronicles universe. Tamara Sable was the first erotica character I created, a lusty young Dirandan smuggler who is my husband's definite favorite out of all my female characters with the possible exception of Aurora.

 In Lost Cargo , Tamara finds herself having to explain to a client why she lost a shipment she'd been paid to deliver, and comes up with a uniquely “Tamara” solution.

 The Liftfinds Tamara in a dark, stalled elevator on Vendalli's, an intergalactic resort and casino, with a sexy fellow occupant. This story was actually my husband's idea, who began the first draft and asked me if I would finish it for him.

 Tamara Goes Exploringin a mysterious underground chamber, in a “Tomb Raider” inspired idea of ‘what if'. She finds a rather interesting statue...

 In Crash Landings , she crashes on a world she's definitely not supposed to be on, and we see what Karayan actually looks like when he's not using magic to disguise his appearance.

 The last two stories of the collection are independent stories each featuring a unique set of characters.

 That Which I Desire, the young Larune Irisa Latham finds herself facing her worst enemy, the pirate Renwyk Derian, who just happens to be entirely too sexy and dominating for her to resist. It is of course, Irisa who graces this book's cover.

 And Ravishment is one of my very personal favorites. It is the only Aurora story in the collection, but is the result of several years of thinking about how this would occur. It is another of my Dirandan Chronicles and Latharna stories.

 The young, sweetly sensual, Rubenesque housemaid, Aurora Katran, finds herself facing an impossibly powerful and very dangerous man who has been obsessed with her for years, a man she has secretly been longing for herself, though it takes this confrontation for her to realize the truth about it, Duke Gareth Janassi.

 It might just be the most erotic story of the collection with a unique opening scene. It is also the result of another challenge from my husband, to write a story entirely from the male point of view. I had fun with this one.

 This collection was much fun to put together and I certainly hope you enjoy reading it as much as I (and my dear hubby) did writing it.

 I'd like to thank Jean Marie Stine for helping me put together this collection and believing in me as a writer.

 Tabitha A. Bradley

 June 1, 2004

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 TURNABOUT IS FAIR PLAY

Thick clouds of smoke hovered around the low ceiling of the tavern as the evening wore on into night. Outside, equally thick clouds lowered, eventually dumping sleet-thick sheets of rain.

 The bar was steamy, dirty and packed.

 I sat in a darkened corner, in one of the few booths whose seat didn't have holes and dingy stuffing leaking out, sipping a glass of Cardei and smoking a thin black cigar. If I hadn't, I'd have stood out a little more than I cared to.

 I was wearing a soft, worn violet leather flight jacket, a particular favorite of mine, which was good for any kind of adventure and unremarkable enough to keep my charade intact. This was over a black lace shell which I myself had crocheted from crystal-weave thread, twisted with thin, shiny amethyst filament. It only shimmered violet when the light caught it. I'd holstered my service pistol on my right hip and a plain rapier on my left. My katana and wakasashi would have been more of a dead giveaway as to my identity than my emerald green eyes and wine-black hair (expertly glamoured to a more sedate grey-green and dark auburn) would have.

 Even so, I'd still had a couple of offers from the spacer rabble, which was flattering on a rather base, primal level. I hadn't seen anyone I would have considered taking up—at least not yet.

 As the evening thickened into a serious attempt at night, the sleet coming down colder and harder, delivery times, deadlines, drunkenness and lechery prevailed and most of the earlier crowd moved out to other destinations.

 I toyed with my glass, nursing my third brandy. It was beginning to appear that this place was a washout, not only in interesting prospects but in information of any type. Perhaps Aquila was, indeed, too far out to be of any use to the Directorate, particularly the Duchy of Aventura, other than mining and cheap labor.

 I reached into my pack for another cigar, lit it behind my hand with a quick spell and had just turned back to my indolent observance of the bar when I heard, “Slumming, Your Grace?"

 I stiffened just a bit and took a carefully controlled drag off the cigar. I knew that smooth, drawling, lazily amused voice. Schooling my emotions into a facade of icy aplomb, I turned my head a fraction in his direction, not bothering to look at him. “I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."

 Joshua Wetfire swung around me just then and dropped into the booth directly opposite me. He was smiling like a demon and, though his voice had been low, his steel grey eyes glittered with amusement. “You're like an onion, Alena. Layers upon layers.” He chuckled.

 I frowned.

 "Don't bother trying to keep up the pretense with me,” he said before I could reply. “You're a Crystal Master and at least an adequate sorcerer. You know I can see through your little sophistry.” With a negligent flicker of his long fingers, a glass swirled into existence in his hand.

 I took a sip from my own glass and sent him a cool look. “Fine,” I said quietly. “You can, but no one else here can and I expect to keep it that way."

 Joshua took a sip from his glass, his gaze sliding down to the ring on my right hand. “Oh really, Alena,” he chided in a soft voice uncannily like an Academy professor, “You expect to keep your identity secret, but you're wearing your Keystone?” He chuckled again. “And your colors?” Tsking softly, he shook his head.

 I hate being mocked. Joshua knew that, which of course, was why he was doing it.

 "No one notices, or cares, Wetfire,” I said evenly. “The only thing this rabble notices is if you're female or not. I doubt most of them even know for sure what I really look like."

 Joshua sipped his wine. “Alright. I'll give you that.” He let his eyes slide over me again and I felt an annoyingly warm tingle that made me frown again. “Your choice of clothing is certainly ... interesting.” His eyes lingered on my breasts, which sent another warm flush through me. Luckily it didn't show on my face.

 "Why are you here?” I snapped, taking a drag off my cigar, turning my head to look at the rest of the bar.

 "Slumming,” he said simply. “Like you. Though I suspect you might have more than just an opportunity to mix with the peasantry on your mind. This bar is bad for political intrigue, Your Grace . These people are interested in having a drink and getting laid. That's about it."

 I snorted and sipped the last of the brandy from my glass.

 Joshua was silent for a few minutes. I looked up at him as I set my glass aside.

 It was at that point I realized he was not dressed in his usual romantic, casually elegant, and understated expensive style. His flight jacket was well-worn black leather, over a tee shirt that was, in this lighting, nearly black, but I knew instinctively that it was a deep, vibrant royal blue. He sported a light golden dusting along his cheekbones and chin and his long blonde hair was pulled loosely back in a ponytail bound by what was most likely a strip of navy leather.

 He raised his glass to sip thoughtfully at it, still quietly looking at me. Then, setting his glass down, he leaned back against the seat and stretched luxuriously, the leather of his jacket creaking softly.

 I frowned again. The entire effect was so unlike anything I'd known of him before that it was disconcerting enough to make me slightly nervous. He reminded me of nothing so much as a lion and as he settled down again to look at me, I felt another twinge, this time much warmer than before.

 "Perhaps you're not so much interested in overhearing intrigue...” Joshua said thoughtfully, gesturing absently and refilling my glass with a golden sheened red brandy that was the unique trademark of Dirandan Cardei, “As you are in ... hmm ... playing hooky perhaps?” He chuckled. “Or ... playing ?"

 I stopped myself from frowning yet again at his words and took a sip of the brandy now filling my glass.

 His head tilted smoothly to one side. “What's wrong with your sophisticated, slick Dirandan nobles, Alena?” he drawled, “Are you bored? Or have you finally had enough of yes-men in your bed?"

 I managed to not choke on the mouthful of Cardei, but just. Setting down the glass I said, “What business is it of yours anyway, Wetfire? It's not as if I cannot take care of myself."

 He chuckled heartily then, and I was struck by it. I don't think I'd ever seen or heard Joshua this relaxed before. Perhaps he actually was drunk , although this seemed wildly unlikely. Joshua wasn't the type.

 Joshua was grinning. “Somehow, I didn't think this—” he waved a hand at the bar in general, “-was your type."

 I snorted softly and lifted my cigar to my lips. “ Thisisn't my type,” I said with a sigh I couldn't conceal. “Not this evening anyway."

 That, I noticed with a pleasing amount of satisfaction, caught him off guard. His eyes widened a little and his brows rose.

 "Really?” he asked with a half-smile, his grey eyes glinting in the dim light as he glanced around. “Well, I will give you that as well. This crowd is not particularly palatable right now."

 I set down the cigar. “I was considering leaving."

 Joshua smiled fully then. “Ah. Where shall we go?"

 I blinked at him. With a snort, I pulled my violet sapphire energy around me and vanished.
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I found the shadows of a different tavern on the east side of the ‘port city and blended into them with little more than a disturbance of the drifting smoke. I was chuckling softly to myself as I found a table in the back corner and slid into a chair, looking around the room to see if the prospects were any better.

 Apparently so, as this particular bar had a stage and a cluster of men and other beings around it, watching a humanoid woman dancing, who was pretty enough even if she wasn't Dirandan. The men were good-looking in that rough, savage way I particularly liked and the women were also rather attractive.

 I felt him before I heard him. And it wasn't a surprise to me at all. I'd expected him to track and follow me.

 "Cute trick, Your Grace,” he drawled as he slid into a chair next to me. “I'd forgotten that translocation was one of your specialties."

 I snorted, watching the dancer. I didn't need to see him. I could smell his spicy, leathery scent and feel his closeness, which was bad enough. It was warm and close in here and I felt another flush of heat rising as he bent close to my ear and whispered, “Nice choice."

 "You should venture out from Vendalli's more often,” I said, my voice acid and deliberately taunting, “You'd see a lot more of what I can do without those annoying restrictions."

 He laughed. “I'd like to see what you can do, true enough, Alena."

 I continued to watch the girl on the stage remove her clothing, to the cheers of the watching men. The energy in this place was lusty enough to make my violet sapphires warm. I caught a distinctly spicy scent and knew that my Keystone was also absorbing it and passing it on to me. I felt warm breath on my ear and shivered.

 "You smell rather nice, Alena,” he breathed. “You like it here."

 "Mmmm...” was all I could say at the moment, because a hot flash of electricity had leapt through my bloodstream. Damn Joshua anyway. All I could think about as we watched the blonde on the stage bring one of the audience up with her, was something Joshua had said to me once: Admit it. Something deep inside you needs to be dominated.

 The blonde was kissing the lucky spacer, whose hands were all over her naked body. I licked my dry lips unconsciously as Joshua whispered, “You owe me a kiss."

 "Mmhm,” I murmured, blinking my eyes and watching with no surprise as the couple on the stage began to do what couples usually do when one is naked and both are horny. Cheers rang out from the barflies and I shifted in my chair. “I guess that's allowed here,” I muttered, feeling Joshua's hands on my arms, massaging them slowly. Usually I wouldn't have allowed him to touch me without my express permission, but that had never really mattered to him anyway. And it felt too good to get picky about things right now. He pulled me back, against him and I leaned against his chest.

 "Now,” he breathed as the man on the stage got a friend up with him and the two of them fucked the pretty blonde between them while the others continued to applaud, “About that kiss..."

 He turned my chin as he tilted his head toward me and lowered his lips to mine. I stiffened a little at the touch, a wave of nerves and protests rising in me, accompanied by a flood of fire that was disconcertingly uncomfortable as the sane part of my brain tried to remind me who it was I was kissing and at the same time extremely exciting. I turned into him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

 He wasn't gentle. His lips were very warm, firm and strong and his kisses were equally so. His arms went around me and crushed me to him, a low growl coming from him as he plunged his tongue between my lips. I returned his kiss with an equal amount of aggression.

 It was almost as though we were fighting rather than kissing. I growled back, dimly aware of the sounds of sex coming from the stage behind me.

 My violet sapphires were pulsing with the charged energy around and within me, now almost painfully hot and Joshua was stealing my breath, as well as what little remained of my sanity, the longer he kissed me. I felt myself tingling and twitching as another burst of fire seared my insides and I groaned long and deeply into Joshua's mouth. I slid my legs the rest of the way off my chair and over his lap, straddling him. As I did, I felt him groan softly as well, and his hands slid me up tightly against him. I could feel the hard length of his erection against me and shivered involuntarily.

 Something wicked sparked in my lust-sotted brain at that moment. I felt him rubbing against me in an erotic way that was definitely going to result in me screaming, very soon, just as the woman on the stage was gurgling and screaming through the thick shaft that filled her mouth. And I just couldn't allow him the satisfaction—not yet, anyway.

 With what control remained to me, I summoned my sapphires to power, feeling their heat searing my skin and translocated myself right out of Joshua's arms.
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Giggling drunkenly, I found myself in what looked like a long neglected garden from a Dirandan-style country estate. It was dark and the moons were occluded by clouds but these clouds were drifting south, towards the ‘port city that I'd just left.

 I sank to a patch of soft grass that had overgrown the cobblestone path and wrapped my arms around myself, trying not to keep giggling like a madwoman. I wondered how long it would take him to find me.

 I think I must have been half-crazy or drunk by that time. I'm not talking about the liquor, since I can drink most of my courtiers under the table. Lust, however, and wanton sex ... well that's another story entirely. Dirandans have something of a lascivious reputation, with good reason.

 I unbuckled my weapons belt and looked around me. Getting to my feet, I quickly made my way down the path into a grove of trees. Heat coursed through me, my sapphires throbbing with my quickening pulse and I felt electrified. I leaned against a tree, breathing unevenly, my mind playing idly through some of my best loved and some of my darkest fantasies while I wondered how Joshua would react to this second attempt to escape him.

 I realized now as my skin tingled and I wriggled a little, feeling the soft, sensitive flesh between my legs aching dully, that teasing Joshua was much more fun than I'd let myself believe. And letting him tease me and get away with it was an incredible turn-on, even if he did have a unique way of making me angry.

 I was licking my lips again, eyes half closed, my fingers playing lightly over my swollen and hard nipples, which were pressing uncomfortably against the lace of my blouse.

 "Duchess Varian,” he said in a soft, sultry voice, “don't try that again."

 I opened my eyes and smiled at him. “Oh why not?” I purred, still rubbing my fingers over my breasts, pleased to see his dark, smoldering eyes trained on them. “Are you angry with me?"

 Joshua almost smirked and drew his gaze slowly up to my face. “You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

 I licked my lips slowly. “That depends,” I said, straightening up and sauntering toward him, shucking the jacket as I went. “What would you do to me if I eluded you again?"

 The light caught the fine amethyst threads in my thin lace blouse, sending trembling, shimmering motes of deep violet into his eyes with each step. I caught my own scent as a stray breeze, fresh with the scent of rain, swirled into the grove. He did too and smiled again.

 "You haven't eluded me at all, Alena,” he drawled. “I've known exactly where you've gone each time you chose to vanish on me."

 I offered him a slight, nasty smile and winked. “ Playwith me, Wetfire,” I purred and moved past him, darting out of the grotto.

 "Fuck,” I heard him growl and he gave chase.

 Exactly.

 I ran lightly, but fast, through the labyrinthine pathways of the villa's garden, having a pretty clear idea how the place was laid out.

 Now, where would be good?

 I came closer to the wall of the house, turning a corner into a darker part of the overgrown hedgerow. I checked my pace somewhat, having to compensate for undergrowth as well. I found my way into another grotto and was brought up short by what appeared to be an invisible wall. I turned and hit another invisible field behind me.

 Of course, Joshua was right there. His hand closed around my arm before I could move another inch and he'd spun me, pushing me up against a high stone wall. His lips came down hard on mine as did his body. I moaned, squirming, gasping and kissing him back. I felt his hands move up, over my hips, to my breasts, squeezing them and rubbing his fingers over their marble-hard nipples. I groaned, my back arching, pressing my breasts against his hands, his fingers leaving trails of fire across my lace-covered skin.

 His lips left mine and he looked at me.

 "I'm going to fuck you, Alena,” he told me, “and you're not leaving here until I'm done with you."

 I blinked at him, flushed and speechless. His hair had fallen out of its ponytail and he too had taken off his jacket. In the strange diffused light of the cloudy moons and the encroaching canopy of feral vegetation, he looked wolfish now, his grey eyes dark and burning, narrowed slightly, an almost palpable aura of power around him that impressed and even frightened me.

 I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry, my skin burning now from the heavy weight of his hands, his strong fingers kneading and squeezing and scraping my breasts in a way that was driving all coherent thought from my mind.

 He frowned slightly, squeezing me harder and I groaned. “Do you understand me, Duchess ?” he hissed.

 I blinked again at the sound of his voice and the almost sneering emphasis he placed on my title. Slowly, I licked my lips and nodded breathlessly.

 "Don't just nod, you little bitch,” he snapped, “speak."

 I shifted uncomfortably against the wall. “What?” I managed, his harsh treatment of my breasts overwhelming me. I was getting hotter and could feel the fire burning in my body, swelling my sensitive flesh and making it hard to concentrate. My silk panties were sticking to me.

 He pinched my nipples and I gasped softly. “Do you understand me, Duchess?” he growled.

 I caught my breath and nodded. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I understand."

 He stepped back and released me. “Strip,” he commanded.

 I paused, unsteady and dizzyingly aroused. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me. “Go on, Alena,” he said. “Strip for me."

 I pushed myself off the wall and looked at him. A chill of pleasure rang through my body and I bent to unfasten my boots, sliding them off and setting them aside. Straightening up, I ran my hands slowly over my breasts, looking at him as I did. I wondered what would happen if I defied him. A sharp thrill bolted through me and I smiled softly. “No."

 His eyebrows arched sardonically and he took a step towards me. “Strip, Alena,” he ordered.

 I shook my head, enjoying the hot rush of pleasure that this gave me. “No."

 Joshua reached out, seized the front of my top between my breasts and tore it from me. I gasped as the threads broke easily and it shredded in his hands. He grabbed me by the shoulders, pushed me to the ground and began yanking my denims off on his own. I didn't struggle, so he made quick work of it. I giggled softly at him. “Are you angry with me yet?"

 He looked at me a moment, then pushed a couple of fingers between my legs, rubbing against the soaked black silk which had molded to the soft mounds of swollen flesh there. I stiffened and gasped loudly and he chuckled. “Dirandan slut,” he purred, rubbing harder. Small explosions were filling me and I was squirming on the grass beneath him. I swallowed hard, gasping, my hips jerking up against his fingers. He pulled my panties off and continued to explore me, pulling at my sensitive skin and scraping his nail across my clit. I screamed when he did that and he laughed again. “You really deserve to be punished."

 His hands left me and I lay there in a daze, wondering what he meant by that.

 Then he was turning me over and pulling me to my hands and knees.

 "Mmm,” he said as his hands moved indiscriminately over my naked body, “ Verynice, Alena.” His hands lingered at my breasts and I moaned as he caressed and pulled at them, feeling their heavy weight as he made them jiggle. “Full, voluptuous.” I shivered as he nuzzled my ear and whispered, “You look especially nice on your hands and knees like this. Very submissive ... Duchess ..."

 I groaned, closing my eyes.

 "Perhaps I should put a collar and leash on you,” he drawled, chuckling softly. I felt his hands smooth slowly over my buttocks and dip down to tease the swelling flesh of my pussy which I knew was blossoming smooth and rosy and by now, glistening wet from between my legs. “What an enchanting picture you'd make,” he added casually, “I'm sure all your closest 'friends' would love a copy."

 I winced, a chill striking my vulnerable, exposed body. My mouth went dry, “Wh-what?” I gasped, “You wouldn—"

 A loud ‘crack’ and a sudden searing, stinging pain exploded across my backside, effectively choking off any further protest from me. I gasped sharply. Another hard slap stung my rear and I heard him laugh. “What do you think, I would do, Your Grace?"

 I moaned, the sting of his hand sending jolts of fire through me, creating a spiral of sensation inside me and I felt fresh juice begin to flow out of me, trickling down my legs. He hit me again and I gulped, my body shuddering, the flesh of my buttocks on fire and more slippery liquid dripped onto the grass below me.

 "I—I don't know—” I managed, truthfully, wondering vaguely what kind of humiliation that would be, to have naked pictures of me like this circulating the governmental councils of Rysus and the Teren'tei Union. Joshua smacked me again and I moaned, pleasure overwhelming the pain, the burning sensation making me shudder slightly as I thought of pictures finding their way into the hands of some very personal enemies like Rurik Torin and Ironzephyr. An unbidden burst of dark pleasure erupted within me and I groaned loudly.

 "No, Joshua,” I managed, my voice raspy as my body continued to shudder. He was rubbing my ass now, one hand dipping to the dampness between my legs and exploring with a low, pleased chuckle. “Don't."

 He laughed a little louder and stopped his explorations. I winced, feeling the pleasure continue to build within me without his help. “You want me to stop?"

 I squirmed, moaning. “No...” I gasped, “Not that...” I was burning up inside and shaking harder. He chuckled, watching me. “Mmm...” he murmured, leaning over me and I felt his hot breath on my own heated, dewy skin. I gasped and whimpered, “Yes...” as the wet, hot rasp of his tongue slid over my sensitive flesh and I managed to hold my orgasm back to experience one of my favorite parts of sex, especially with Joshua's face between my thighs.

 "I—I can't stay up,” I groaned, my body shaking uncontrollably as Joshua plunged his tongue deep into me. “Ooohhh ... but don't stop..."

 He helped me down to the grass, then turned me over, managing to keep licking me the entire time. I squirmed under him and thrust my hips up towards his face. He sucked on me, licking all the sticky juice off my skin, teasing my clit with his lips and tongue and plunging his tongue deep into me again as I watched him, gasping softly and moaning.

 "Yes, Joshua...” I whispered, “Oh, please ... I love that..."

 He looked up at me with his storm-dark eyes and smiled. “You taste exquisite, Alena,” he purred, his drawling voice heavy and sensual as he licked me again and I groaned, squirming. “Why don't you come for me now? I know you've been holding it back."

 I moaned, too suffused with lust and pleasure to do anything else. Lightning burned through me and I screamed, my body arcing and spasming as I came, a fresh torrent of juice pouring out of me and Joshua laughed, licking at me as I pulsed and throbbed, gasping. He began to suck on my clit and I shuddered, coming again, groaning and stiffening as the bursts of pleasure tore through me. “Ooooohhh yes..."

 My body was tuned to a fever pitch and I needed more. As the power of the orgasm wound down to a manageable level, I looked up at him. He lifted his head and looked at me, that maddening half-grin on his face.

 "You're still dressed,” I pointed out.

 He chuckled. “True."

 "Let me undress you."

 He smiled. “Are you going to be naughty and try to run away again?"

 I sat up. “Why? Will you spank me?"

 He smirked as I crawled slowly over to him, clearly enjoying the view. “You sound as though you want me to spank you."

 I ran my hands over his chest and stomach. I tugged the hem of his shirt clear of his belt and began to slowly pull it up, his own hands sliding over my body. “Maybe,” I said softly as I eased his shirt off and unfastened his belt.

 "Maybe I should tie you up like a slave and do nasty things to you,” he whispered, nibbling my ear. I shivered and he felt it. “Hm. Like that, do you?"

 I moaned softly, bending my head to lick a flat nipple. My hands opened his denims and slid inside. He stiffened a little and moaned. “Perhaps I should do that to you ,” I murmured against the heated flesh of his chest. “Would you like to be my slave for a while?"

 He was thick and hard. I shivered a little as I wrapped my fingers around his girth and the tips of my fingers lightly touched my thumb. My breath caught in my chest as I felt him throbbing in my hand and heard his own breath catch. I began to slide my hand up his length, pushing his denims down with my other hand. It occurred to me to use psi or magic to get them off, but somehow, I thought that would be cheating.

 His fingers played over my nipples and I felt him bend to kiss and suckle them. I moaned loudly. I didn't really feel like running away from him again and I didn't really want to have him as my slave either. As I looked at the length of his cock, I licked my lips absently and sighed. I had too many slaves.

 Joshua lifted his head and chuckled softly. “Suck my cock, Alena,” he murmured, his low voice a command, almost as though he knew what I was thinking.

 With barely an inner protest now, I obediently bent my head to the smooth, satiny head of his member and slid my lips over it, closing my eyes as I slid my tongue over his heated flesh. He leaned back on his elbows, legs spread as I knelt between his knees and serviced his swollen cock with my mouth, to his chorus of groans and low murmurs of encouragement.

 "Spread your legs, Alena,” he murmured, “Let the air caress your hot little pussy."

 I shivered, but did as he asked, bobbing my head up and down atop him. A cool breeze felt sharp against my sensitive flesh, swirled between my legs, making me dizzy as my skin twitched and reacted against it. He began pumping his hips up towards me, plunging himself even deeper into my throat. I groaned loudly, but continued to suck and work on him, my tongue playing over his flesh and my lips massaging him in a way I knew he'd like. I let him slip from my mouth long enough to suck at his skin and scrape my teeth lightly over him before I took him in deep again. He groaned and I felt a tremor go through his length. Inwardly I smiled. I wasn't popular with the council for nothing.

 I mmmed against him and he stiffened even more, groaning loudly. His hips were working very fast now and he began to pulse in my mouth. I tightened my lips around his thrusting member and with a loud growl, he pushed in deep and exploded into me. I swallowed, sliding my tongue over him until with a shudder, he pulled himself free.

 "Alena,” he managed, his voice thick, “Come here."

 I looked up and slid into his arms. He kissed me, rolling me over onto the grass next to him. Our bodies pressed together, legs entwining, arms wrapped around each other. I moaned softly into his mouth, as he kissed me slowly, firmly and thoroughly, exploring my mouth with his tongue. I returned his kiss just as slowly and thoroughly, enjoying the sensation of his warmth against mine, the deep, intense burning this was creating within me, the feel of his already hardening cock, pressing against the swollen and over-sensitized flesh of my tender pussy. His hand moved over my buttocks, caressing the still sore and slightly stinging skin, pushing me against his hips. I squirmed a little, feeling his member sliding in my wetness against me.

 He moved his lips to my neck, nuzzling me and my head fell back against the soft grass underneath me. I moaned again, a trembling beginning in my hips as his cock hardened against them.

 "What do you want, Alena?” he breathed in my ear.

 I groaned, squirming. Slow spirals of intense pleasure were building, rising within me. Several answers to that question flooded my mind, from my secret, darkest fantasies to the excitement the fear of his earlier threat had caused. Again, I groaned and he chuckled, as though he knew what I'd been thinking.

 A hand caressed my breast and he bent his head towards it, licking and sucking my nipple. I stiffened and moaned, an explosion of fire taking my breath away as I came again. He sucked harder, switching to my other breast while I squirmed and panted beneath him. My hips arched towards his and I felt his cock slip inside me. I gasped and he moaned, still chuckling a little. Stiffening, I began to tremble. With a slight twitch of his hips, Joshua pushed his cock in a little deeper. I felt myself give and take him in, my flesh molding to his. Another push of his hips and he slid the full length into me and I groaned loudly. “Ooooh, yes ..."

 He looked at me, smiling. “Like that, do you?"

 I sighed deeply and nodded.

 "Well, tell me what you want then."

 "Fuck me, Joshua,” I murmured in a low, sultry voice. "Please."

 He grinned. “There may be hope for you yet, Your Grace,” he drawled.

 I felt myself twitch at that and knew, with him inside me like this, there was no way of hiding it from him. His eyes sparkled. Rolling me over onto my back, he spread my legs and slid his knees up under him. “I want to watch you as I fuck you, Alena,” he said softly, wrapping his large, long-fingered hands around each thigh. Slowly he began to pump me, sliding back and forth, making my body clench around him. I moaned, smiling a little.

 He sped up, hammering into me, bumping his head against my sensitive inner core and I spasmed, trembling. “Mmmmm, yes...” I began to thrust my own hips up against his, squeezing my breasts, pulling on my nipples and squirming slightly under him. He pounded a little faster, shuddering my body, making my breasts shake. He grunted with the effort and I began to pant, feeling another orgasm building within me. “Yes...” I managed in a rough voice, “fuck me hard, Joshua ... Mmmm ... Oh, oh, oh, yes! "

 Another explosion rocked my body and I came in a burst of juice and fire and I screamed, spasming, trembling and stiffening as Joshua pummeled me harder and slid one hand down to viciously tease my swollen clit. He was almost hurting me now with the force of his fucking, but combined with his expert fingers on my throbbing clit, it only served to make me come again in another explosive, screaming climax that left me breathless and panting. He was grunting with the effort now and I moaned weakly, watching him. My body shook under his savage assault and I felt my sheath twitch weakly against his solid cock, a sharp, burning tremor suffusing me. I watched him, his primal growls burning my insides, his steely eyes narrowed but fixed solidly on mine as he increased his pace, fucking me with a primal, animal lust that was almost frightening. I winced, trembling, spirals of liquid fire rising inside me. My body began to shake and tears came to my eyes. Not another one, part of me protested weakly, muscles aching even as they clenched yet again, shaking, and a soft whimper escaped me. I moaned, gasping, seeing a flash of something in Joshua's eyes as he grunted, watching, fucking me ferociously.

 My stomach clenched in darkly degenerate tremors as I realized what the flash in his eyes was. Triumph. And then I dissolved in such an overpowering eruption of pure, primal ecstasy that I screamed and screamed and screamed. At the same moment, Joshua came hard and fast, exploding inside me with a loud, primitive growl that, when mixed with my own screaming, turned the hidden glade into a cacophony of violent sound that went on for a while.

 He finally collapsed atop me when I'd screamed myself hoarse and the two of us lay there, panting, for an indeterminate amount of time.

 Silence fell, soft and heavy, upon us, a misty breeze, laden with the strong scent of rain, finding its way through the gaps in the overgrown hedgerows and the unkempt stone wall, to settle, just as heavily upon our still warm, sweat-drenched bodies.

 A chill crept over my skin and I shivered then.

 Joshua looked up at me, kissed my passion-swollen lips and murmured, “Very nice."

 I nodded weakly. This was the most physically exhausted sex had made me in a very long while. My body was still trembling a little.

 He rolled off me and I pushed myself up. “By the Ancients,” I muttered, but then found myself at a loss for words for a moment.

 He chuckled. “As I said earlier, my dear. You continue to reveal depths I didn't think were there.” He kissed my throat and I shivered, sighing.

 "I don't suppose—"

 "Your fantasies are between you and me, Alena, no matter how scandalous, depraved or shocking you think they are. I have nothing to gain by exposing you to your enemies."

 I turned to look at him then, discomfited by the fact that my eyes were a little damp. I blinked the offending wetness away and nodded. “Not everyone would say that."

 He nodded. “True. But there is a difference between fantasy and reality. And I recognize that difference. Besides—” he smiled wickedly, “—there are ways to make those fantasies a reality without compromising you or your position."

 My eyebrows raised and I couldn't help the flush that lit my cheeks, or the little smile that tugged at my lips.

 He smirked. “We'll see, my dear Duchess Varian."

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 FUGUE

Fugue—"A dreamlike state of altered consciousness that may last for hours or days."

 In darkness, mists of color swirled about me, above, below and through me. Soft music filtered through my consciousness as I watched the soft chromatics and I sighed deeply, relaxing.

 "Quite a show,” a soft, deep voice drawled in my ear.

 Warmth suffused me and I stiffened a bit, my hands reflexively gripping the arms of my lounger before I forced myself to relax and answer him.

 "Yes, it was,” I whispered, unwilling to disturb the meditations of the others within the fugue chamber, even if Joshua didn't seem to care.

 He chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling my ear. “Your Prince Lensar was quite riveting earlier. I quite enjoyed watching his temper tantrum, as did your new allies."

 "Well I didn't,” I snapped a little more harshly than I'd meant to. “Siar's reaction was completely uncalled for and inappropriate. And I certainly didn't appreciate being insulted in front of the entire Quadrant."

 Joshua's fingers caressed my arm and I stiffened. “Stop that,” I murmured.

 "You didn't deserve it, that's true, Your Grace.” His fingers were creeping up, to my shoulder. “You're most definitely not your mother.” Ice shot down my spine as fire trailed from his fingers.

 "Stop that,” I said again.

 "Shh,” he breathed in my ear, kissing it. I shivered. His fingers slid over my collarbone, over the fine wool of my uniform jacket. They slid under my collar and crept down, burning through the smooth, soft cotton fabric of my tunic, brushing the swells of my breasts and I felt his free hand begin to work the fastenings of my jacket.

 "Joshua—"

 "Shh,” he whispered again. “Meditation is all well and good for lowering stress, but it is my considered opinion that you need a different method of relaxation."

 "It's a little more than simple stress."

 "Exactly.” His fingers crept lower, brushing over my breasts as he pushed my jacket open for easier access to them. With incredible difficulty I suppressed a moan, turning towards him with the intention of making him stop. “Joshua—"

 His lips met mine in a deep, firm kiss as his hands massaged my breasts, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples, which were hardening beneath the soft cotton and lace covering them. I wound my arms around his chest, sliding from my lounging chair into his, returning his kiss. He was right, I needed this, much more than the fugue chamber. As I melted against him, I felt him smile and his kisses became even more intense and passionate. His fingers played across my nipples, pushing my brassiere down, beneath the fabric of my tunic.

 Above us, the colors swirled through a rainbow of shades, the slow, softly hypnotizing music drifting in and out of my consciousness as Joshua caressed and massaged me, his slow, thorough kisses intoxicating, his strong body warm against mine. He tugged my tunic free of my pants and pushed it up over my breasts, kissing down, over my chin and throat. I sucked in a breath as his lips touched my nipple and his warm hands squeezed and massaged me while he kissed, licked and sucked. I squirmed a little, electricity racing through my blood, bursting between my legs, and I slid my hands over his wide back, down to his waist. As he continued to suckle my breasts, I ran my fingers over his hip and around, brushing firmly along his rapidly hardening length. He moaned softly as I did and I smiled in the dark, unfastening his belt and pants and slipping my hand inside. My breasts tingled, their nipples swelling, tips hard as he sucked them and I dipped my head to his ear to whisper, “Suck me harder, Joshua ... I love that."

 He smiled and I felt a sudden hard pull on my nipple that made me gasp as a jolt of erotic pleasure shot through me. He scraped his teeth over me and I moaned, squirming under him as I closed my hand around his satiny smooth cock and pulled it out of his pants, feeling his gasp hot against my already heated skin. I moaned myself as he began sucking me again, his hands kneading and pulling on me harder. I licked my lips, my thumb sliding wetly over the silky head of his member, his skin warming and swelling as I caressed him. “Mmmm...” I breathed, suckling his earlobe, “That feels so good ... you're so warm and thick ... do you want me to suck on you?"

 He smiled against my breasts and I slid down his body to kneel on the thickly carpeted floor of the chamber, between his knees. I pulled his pants down around the tops of his boots and bent my head to the warm and spicy scent of his skin, licking around his balls, which, I noted with delight, he kept trimmed very nicely. I heard a deeply satisfying groan from him, which was something I never got tired of, and slowly began to suck on him. “I think I shall do you as you so wonderfully did me,” I whispered, knowing that he'd hear me. I felt a shiver go through him as my warm, kiss-swollen lips wrapped tenderly around one of his balls and sucked it into my mouth.

 He groaned. I sucked him lightly and gently, feeling the shiver go through him and moved to the other. All the while I caressed his cock with my hands, smoothing the slick, warm liquid that was leaking from him all over that satiny skin, sliding it up and down the solid inner core of him, feeling the velvety firmness of his rounded head. I listened with intense satisfaction to his deep groans and growls of pleasure. Slowly I slid up with my tongue, finding the sensitive loose skin and sucking lightly on it until he dug his fingers in my hair and began to pull. I smiled inwardly as I released him and slipped his head into my mouth with a sigh. He tasted incredible and I paused a moment, simply enjoying him. His spicy, masculine scent was heady, he was hot and smooth and musky-tasting. Closing my eyes, I slowly slid my mouth down, over him. He deserved a good, solid treatment from me, which was something I enjoyed, and knew for a fact I was exceptional at. Locking my lips firmly around his girth, I slid him into my throat, my tongue playing over his skin. I sucked lightly at him and moved my head up, feeling him begin to throb and hearing a soft, deeply aroused moan. His fingers tightened in my hair and I hissed a little at the sharp pain which sent a thrill of fire through my body to pool in the rapidly heating and swelling flesh between my legs. I continued to slide slowly, up and down Joshua's cock, licking and sucking with relish.

 I squirmed against my own throbbing, twitching, sensitive skin grinding against my now painfully tight uniform pants. I felt the hem beneath my pulsing, swollen clit which rubbed against it as I moved. I gasped sharply, sticky and wet and quickly unfastened my belt and pants to slide my hand into my soaking panties. I groaned as my fingers slid over my soft, slippery, hot flesh and found the nub of my clit. I began to rub it as I sucked harder on Joshua, his hands in my hair pulling my head up and down atop him. I let go of him long enough to push my pants down around my hips and slid my fingers deep into myself, teasing my clit with my thumb. I shuddered as I began to pump, sucking harder on Joshua as my head bobbed over him, his hips thrusting against me now, hands pulling on my hair. He grunted and I felt his cock stiffen and begin to twitch. I ‘mmmed’ against his skin and he growled, going still, his fingers gripping my hair, holding my head still. I groaned, my fingers pumping faster in and out of my slick wet pussy, a sloppy slurping sound coming from me. His cock pulsed hard and he exploded into my mouth, filling me with hot, thick, musky juice. I swallowed the spicy stuff, moaning and licking at him as he continued to pump, spasming into me with abandon.

 Fire shot through me from my clit and pussy and I gasped sharply as I came, fresh hot liquid dribbling out of me, over my fingers and hand to dampen the panties and pants I hadn't managed to get off yet.

 Joshua pulled me off him finally and I gasped for air as my body continued to explode in motes of fire. He grabbed my arms and pulled me up on top of him, my hand sliding from my pussy as he did so. I found his lips and slipped my sticky fingers between them and he moaned, sucking them. I managed to kick off one boot and pant leg and straddled him, sliding my wet and dripping flesh over his still hot, but tired, member. He groaned and I felt him twitch. I smiled in the darkness and nuzzled his ear. “Think you can get hard again this quickly, Wetfire?” I taunted gently. “I really need to be fucked good and hard ... think you can do that?"

 He growled at me, nipping my fingers and snarled, “You know what happens when you try to tease me, Varian."

 I giggled softly. “Mmhm. I'm counting on it.” I continued to massage him, feeling him thicken and swell against my searing flesh. My clit rasped against the short stubble at the base of his rapidly rising cock. I gasped sharply, fireworks exploding between my legs. I shuddered and fell against him, hearing his soft, wicked chuckling in my ear.

 "See what happens?” he murmured, sucking my earlobe. “Naughty Duchess."

 I felt his hand connect with my backside, sending another burst of fire through me and I groaned against him. He spanked me again and I quivered, pleasure radiating through me at the sting.

 "Fuck me, Joshua...” I breathed, wriggling my hips so that his cock found my entrance and began to slide in. I growled as he filled me, and another shudder went through me.

 He moaned softly as well but didn't move, not even to spank me.

 I squirmed, beginning to push my hips against him and he grunted but still didn't move. I felt his cock bump against me, and my sheath twitched around him, a soft, wet, sucking sound coming from us as I continued to move, pushing up atop him and sliding his shirt up over his wide chest. My hands slid over his body and he growled, but still didn't move. I realized he was waiting for one thing from me. As horny as I was, I didn't care much about anything but feeling him slamming into me so I leaned down, brushing my breasts lightly against his chest and whispered, “Fuck me, Joshua ... Please."

 I heard him chuckle softly and his hands wrapped around my breasts, squeezing them. “You're learning,” he grumbled, his whisper thick and almost unintelligible. His hips pushed up hard and he buried his shaft deep inside me. I groaned loudly, stiffening.

 "That feels so good ..."

 He began to slowly pump his hips against mine and I started to ride him, gasping softly as my sheath expanded and molded to him, his hands squeezing and playing with my breasts. I bounced faster and faster atop him as he grunted and pushed against me. I was panting with the effort, the sensation of his sliding cock burning away any other thoughts but that of my need to be penetrated by him, pounded good and hard, fucked viciously until I was screaming with pleasure.

 He stopped suddenly and picked me up. I gasped, dazedly wondering what he was going to do next. He nibbled my earlobe and pushed me over the back of the empty lounger in the row in front of us. I leaned over, more than willingly as he pushed against me with his cock and immediately began to hammer me, hard, fast and loudly, growling with the effort, my soft, wet, thick flesh slurping against his hardness. My fingers dug into the upholstery of the seat I was bent over, my breasts swinging hard with each thrust. I gasped, molten fire racing through my blood. He dug his fingers into my butt, going faster and faster and I began to moan loudly, squirming, thrusting against him.

 "Oooh yes ... harder ... yes ... fuck me...” He was slamming into me now and I felt my body begin to spasm. “Oh yes! Please ... please, more ... yes...” My voice broke raggedly and I began to pant, coming hard and fast, my sheath spasming and squeezing him, as I heard him growl and felt him stiffen, his cock throbbing and exploding within me.

 I groaned, slumping over the back of the lounger.

 His hand twisted in my hair and pulled me up. I hissed at the pain but turned my head toward his. I realized then, we'd just had noisy, lusty sex in a public place. I winced, then giggled.

 "What's so funny?” Joshua whispered, kissing me as I laughed.

 "Do you think anyone recognized us?” I whispered.

 Joshua sucked on my lip a moment then said, “Probably. Do you care?"

 I turned to wrap my arms around him and he dropped us back into his own lounger. I kissed him for a long, luxurious time before I lifted my head and said softly, “Not right now. Maybe later I will. I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps the place is empty."

 I straddled him again and helped his cock to slide back into my warm and restless body. He groaned softly. “Alena..."

 I kissed him and slid along his length with slow, intense enjoyment. “I don't care right now, Joshua,” I breathed. “I just don't. Getting caught fucking you wouldn't damage me politically one bit.” I shuddered, feeling him twitch and swell a little inside me. I groaned. “Gods, Joshua, you feel so good !"

 "Alena?” he asked, his voice soft and bemused, “Are you alright?"

 I squirmed, sighing. “Mmm ... I'm fine , Joshua ... Just very, very, very aroused..."

 He chuckled. “Damn. I guess the rumors are true after all.” He nuzzled my neck and began to slide languorously inside of me. I shivered and moaned.

 "What rumors?” I asked, running my fingers through his hair.

 "About you, for one thing. About Dirandans in general."

 I bent to kiss him. “Oh..,” I giggled again, feeling incredibly sexy and feminine at the moment. “Well, when I do a thing, I like to do it well..."

 He was stiffening as we spoke. “Like sucking cock, for instance?"

 "Mmhm,” I murmured, licking his neck and nuzzling him. “That, among other things."

 "As for the other, well, I wasn't entirely sure the reputation you people have for lust was the truth. Tamara, well..."

 I sucked on his earlobe and he groaned, slipping in and out of me a little quicker now, with a definite wet slurp each time his head emerged and slid back in. I smiled, loving the sound and the hot, spicy, musky scent our entwined bodies were creating. “Ooh, Tamara Sable...” I breathed. “I've heard of her..."

 "Of course you have."

 "Oh, well, yes ... but she's legendary , Josh. I'd love a chance to fuck her."

 Joshua coughed a little and laughed. “Really? You're into women as well?"

 I giggled. “I'm into sex, Joshua. Women and men and anything else that might come along."

 He stopped nuzzling me for a moment.

 The darkness faded into a soft, warm dim and he looked into my eyes. “You're speaking the truth, Alena? No lying?"

 I blinked at him, noting with a small part of my mind that the chamber was empty and wondering how he got the lights to come on like that. “No lying, Joshua,” I said softly. “I didn't grow up with the same ideas about sex. What do you think all our ‘State Balls’ are for, anyway? We don't call Court that often, you know. It's just a more elegant term for ‘wild three-day orgy'.” I giggled again, feeling completely high.

 He chuckled. “If you promise not to arrest her, I'll tell Tam about your fantasy."

 I blinked. “Really?” I gasped.

 He nodded. “Really."

 "I won't have her arrested then. Not that I really planned on it anyway."

 Joshua smiled and kissed me.

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 AVARAIR INTERLUDE
PART ONE

THE THIEVES

"Oh look what I found!” Morgen said, giggling softly.

 She stood in a doorway, holding back the heavy mahogany door to Sorin, who was coming down the corridor, glancing back behind him. He grinned at her.

 "What?"

 Morgen motioned with her head toward the interior and slipped inside.

 Sorin followed and let the door slide shut behind him.

 It was a large, well-appointed bedchamber, dark with sable velvet and crimson tapestry. The heavy, masculine furniture was of mahogany and boasted a large writing desk, a black marble fireplace and a massive velvet curtained bed. Long velvet curtains covered one wall, providing only the thinnest slivers of light into the room.

 Morgen lit a candle with a softly spoken spell and Sorin found his way to the desk, easily triggering the lock and beginning to search through its drawers.

 "Did you ever stop to think he might have put spells on it, Kalevi?” Morgen said as she peeked out the curtains to the storm grey clouds outside.

 They were very high up in the sorcerer's fortress and Morgen could only see the summit of the mountains surrounding the place.

 Sorin chuckled. “Sure. I dispelled them before I opened it. I'm not stupid, you know.” He laughed triumphantly then. “Oh yeah. Scrolls and scrolls. Hey, I think I got a grimoire here too."

 Morgen looked around. She walked across the room to the bedside table and rummaged around in a drawer. She came up with a silver box, which she immediately opened. “Ooh,” she moaned softly. “Jewels. Black sapphires, black diamonds. Rubies.” She dumped the contents of the box onto the bed and climbed up to dig through the treasure. She laughed softly. “Ooh, Sorin...” she moaned again, “Garnets! Oh, lots and lots of garnets! Star garnets! I knew I liked this guy!” She opened her pouch and began shoveling the garnets and other jewels into it.

 Sorin looked over at her.

 She was digging through a substantial pile of cut gemstones, giggling softly to herself. He smiled slightly as she leaned over the stones, giving him an enticing view of her full, swelling cleavage, pressing against the deep neckline of her soft violet blouse. The tight burgundy tunic she wore over it was probably the only thing that kept her breasts from spilling out as she bounced happily on the bed and scooped the gems into her bag. He licked his lips, pleased himself, with his own magical find and walked over to the bed.

 Morgen looked up, brushing long ruby-red strands of hair out of her eyes. She smiled and her silvery eyes glittered like stars. “Let's find more."

 Sliding off the bed, Morgen looked around. Sorin set his scrolls and book on a huge, crimson upholstered chair and watched her, grinning. Morgen unfastened her rapier and dropped it on the same chair, along with her now bursting leather pouch. “Oh, get the silver box too, why don't you?” she tossed off at him as she hurried across the room to a large cabinet next to the fireplace.

 Sorin walked to the bed and picked up the silver box. He set it next to the scrolls on the chair, still watching her as she bent over a low drawer. He leaned on the chair, grinning a little.

 Morgen wore tight, butter-soft burgundy leather pants tucked into boots the color of ripe plums, which is what he was forcibly reminded of when he took in the full, rounded shape of her buttocks as she dug through the drawer.

 He had always liked Morgen, since their first job two years ago. Since then, they'd been working together. He was a mage and swordsman, as well as a thief, and she was a very talented swordswoman, though you wouldn't really know it to look at her.

 He chuckled as she giggled over another cache of gems. Morgen's weak point was garnets. She loved any kind of gem, but she always kept the garnets if she could.

 Sorin felt an overpowering urge go through him as he watched her. Sure, he'd always wanted her but had never acted on it. It just wasn't professional. Sure, he knew she'd fucked other guys, but for Sorin it was a matter of integrity. He never fucked anyone he worked with, even if it was sexy, yummy Morgen. But right now his desire to fuck her was so intense, he found himself walking across the bedroom, kneeling behind her and lowering his head to her neck, before he could stop himself.

 Morgen moaned softly as he began kissing her throat. Sorin's hands moved around her to cup her breasts and she dropped the jewels and necklaces in her hands.

 Her head fell back as Sorin's fingers slid inside her bodice and squeezed her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. She turned toward him and began kissing him, hard and passionately, as her hands found his belt and quickly unfastened it. He yanked her bodice open and her breasts tumbled free. She slid a hand into his pants and he groaned loudly, shivering, as her fingers found him.

 "Oooh,” she whispered against his lips, “look what I found..."

 She slid down his chest and pulled his pants open. Sorin watched her and groaned again as she ran her hands along the length of his thick, hard cock, then slid her lips over it. She moaned loudly, sucking his head, one hand playing with his balls, the other sliding along his length. He shivered, watching her. “Ooh, yeah,” he growled, “Suck my cock."

 She moaned again and slid him deeper into her mouth. She was hot and wet and she sucked him even harder, running her tongue over him, sliding him in and out of her mouth as she suckled at him. He shuddered and buried his hands in her hair, beginning to rock his hips against her, pushing his length deeper into her mouth. She groaned and slurped at him, her hands moving to his hips.

 Sorin's fingers tightened in her hair and he began pumping harder, faster into her mouth. Morgen sucked at him, scraping her teeth along his cock as he thrust into her. She growled loudly, squirming a little, her hands gripping him harder, encouraging him to move even faster.

 He grunted, fucking Morgen's mouth, and yanked her long, intensely red hair. Her head bob atop his painfully hard member. Her hot, slick, raspy tongue licked at him, her full lips sucking at his head each time he almost left her. Her fingers dug into his hips and he heard her loud, seductive moans as he filled her throat with his cock.

 Morgen groaned loudly, feeling him tense and shudder. Sorin growled and grunted, his body jerking as he came, his cock twitching and pulsing, deep in Morgen's mouth. He filled her mouth with his come and she swallowed, her lips locked around his girth, looking up at him with her silver eyes. She swallowed, sucking on him, her tongue swirling over his flesh, teasing every last drop from his shuddering member. She continued to suck hard on him until he had to shove her away with an almost pained gasp.

 She fell back against the cabinet and licked her lips slowly, smiling at him. “Mmmmm,” she murmured. “I wondered how much longer it was going to take you."

 "Hm?” Sorin asked, dazed, staring at her.

 "To let me do that,” she said, smiling. “You've wanted to fuck me for two years. Screw integrity. It was good.” She laughed.

 "Yeah,” Sorin said, “but you're not done yet."

 Morgen smiled. “That's true."

 Sorin shook his head. “Funny,” he said thickly, “I'm really sleepy."

 Morgen leaned against the cabinet. She looked at him and blinked. The longer she tried to focus, the harder it got. “'S'funny,” she agreed, “So am I."

 Sorin was staring at her. “Spell,” he muttered.

 Morgen nodded, squirming a little. “Trap."

 She moaned, pushing at the fastenings to her pants. Sorin gave her a slow smile then and crawled across the floor, back to her. He pushed her pants down over her butt, lowering his face to lick at her stomach and her pussy as he uncovered her. Morgen groaned loudly. “Oooh ... yes, Sorin, please..."

 He buried his face between her legs and Morgen managed to push her boots off as he shoved her pants down, licking at her very wet and swollen flesh. She tensed and twitched as he began to suck on her. Pushing two fingers into her pussy, Sorin slowly stroked her from inside. Morgen cried out, squirming and shuddering, pushing her hips up, against Sorin's face.

 He chuckled softly and began to suck Morgen's thickly swollen clit, his fingers exploring her and pressing, stroking, thrusting into her tight, slick, hot body. She twitched around him and he felt her muscles squeeze his fingers, so he added two more. Morgen groaned, shivering. “Ooohh ... yes ... oh ... harder..."

 Sorin obliged her, licking her rosy flesh, slurping and sucking at it loudly, thrusting his fingers into her pussy faster, harder as she squirmed and moaned. He felt his cock twitch and begin to harden again.

 Morgen was shuddering, her cries getting louder as her hands squeezed and pulled at her breasts, her body writhing as Sorin continued to suck her clit and the soft, hot flesh of her pussy, his hand completely inside her cunny now, thrusting hard and fast. Morgen gasped sharply, tensing, shuddering and came with a loud, long groan. Sorin chuckled again, softly as he watched her. Hot, slippery juice leaked out of her as she came and he grinned.

 "I'm going to fuck you now, Morgen,” he growled at her, watching her face as he shucked his clothes. “Good and hard, just like I've wanted to since I met you."

 "Ooh, Sorin...” Morgen groaned as she watched him, wriggling, “Yeah ... fuck me ... please..."

 Sorin grabbed Morgen's hips and shoved himself deep into her. She groaned, shivering. Sorin smiled at her. “Oh yeah,” he whispered, “You feel damn good.” Leaning over her, he licked a nipple, then sucked it into his mouth.

 Morgen gasped, arching her back. “Oh yes!” she cried, “Suck my tits..."

 Sorin grabbed both breasts with his large hands and squeezed them. Nipping at her skin, he sucked on her. First one tit, then the other as she writhed and gasped under him. Slowly, he began to pump his hips against her, pulling his hard length out just a little, then burying it deep inside her again. Sucking her hard, he pulled her nipples with his lips until each one stood up from her large, round tits, hard, and a deep rosy red from his sucking. He buried his face in her cleavage and she groaned softly as he licked her there, then began sucking and licking her breasts until he'd sucked and licked every inch of flesh on them. Morgen was shuddering, gasping and moaning in ecstasy as he finished and moved back, taking her hips tightly in his hands.

 Her eyes were closed and she grabbed her breasts, squeezing and pulling on them, panting and squirming.

 Sorin reared back, so slowly, his withdrawal was almost excruciating. Morgen moaned loudly, tensing.

 He slammed into her, hard and began pounding her fast. She screamed and her eyes flew open as her body shook from his hammering. She gasped, writhing under him, each thrust driving him deep, shooting intense bolts of pleasure through her body. She screamed again, her body slamming into the cabinet behind her, panting hard, coming again, fast and hard and powerfully as he fucked her with abandon. He growled, his fingers digging into her hips, grunting as strands of golden-brown hair fell into his eyes. Morgen screamed again.

 Sorin yanked out of her, grabbed her and pulled her up.

 "Over,” he growled. “On your hands and knees."

 Morgen blinked and nodded. She presented her rounded butt to him and he growled again, slapping it hard as he pushed his slick, swollen cock into her ass. Morgen's eyes widened and she groaned loudly. “Ooooohhh...” she moaned, “Oooohhh, Sorin..."

 He slapped her again and she whimpered. One hand twisted into her long hair and he yanked her head back, making her scream. Then he began to piston into her ass. Morgen gasped, moaning and panting as he slammed into her. Tears came to her eyes from his yanking of her hair and she shuddered at the primal sounds he was making, cultured, civilized Sorin, fucking her ass like a barbarian.

 She felt a twinge, a shock and then a low current of erotic pleasure sweep through her and felt dribbling juice leaking from her twitching cunny onto the carpet beneath her. She growled loudly, squirming as Sorin slapped her butt again, sending fiery bolts of lightning through her body.

 Sorin grunted and growled, smacking Morgen's shuddering ass as he sledge-hammered into her, her whimpers, groans and gasps driving him on, faster, harder until she was screaming and shuddering and he was growling like a wolf.

 Sorin shouted, feeling his cock twitch and shudder inside Morgen's tight, hot ass, a thunderbolt of primal pleasure racking his body. She gave a hoarse scream.

 There was a loud slam and thudding of feet, the ring of steel being drawn, then an even louder, “Holy shit!"

 Sorin grunted and looked over at the doorway. Morgen turned her head slower and groaned.

 Their four companions stood in the doorway to the room. The heavy mahogany door stood wide and a current of chilly air filled the room.

 Morgen's head cleared and she shivered. She felt Sorin shiver as well, then groan.

 Ragnar, the tall, blonde paladin of Tyr who was the leader of the party and their employer, glared at the two of them, his huge sword drawn. “What the hell is this?” he demanded.

 "Looks like they were fucking,” said Valda, who was smirking a little as she sheathed her sword. “Honoring my Lady Freya is all fine and good, you two, but there's a time and a place, you know?"

 Ragnar did not look at all amused. “Get yourselves dressed,” he snapped in disgust. “With all that screaming, I thought you were in trouble."

 The other two, Seldon and Karayan, looked at them as Sorin got himself free of Morgen and with a snort, found his clothing.

 Morgen sat down, shakily, trying to catch her breath. After a moment, Seldon shook his head and walked out the door. Karayan looked after him and smirked. “No sense of humor, those rangers,” he said, with a wink at Morgen.

 Morgen glanced around, trying to remember where her clothes were. She looked up again and saw Karayan standing next to her, with her boots in his hands. She accepted the boots and glanced at the runemaster again. He was looking her over appreciatively and grinned. “Nice.” He winked at her. “You have fun?"

 She nodded slowly, shivering a little as his silvery gaze slid over her exposed body. “Uh, yeah,” she muttered. “Found some jewels."

 Karayan nodded, still smiling. “Looks like you sort of forgot about that."

 Morgen chewed her lip. “Sort of."

 Karayan handed over her pants, watching as she fixed her blouse and bodice and slid her pants back on. Morgen wasn't sure she really liked Karayan watching her like that. She looked at him as she put her boots back on. He chuckled and leaned back on one foot. “Now,” he said, “Next time we pair off to go exploring, I want to go with you."

 Morgen blinked.

 Karayan grinned. “Looks like you're a hell of a lot more fun than dour old Seldon."

 Morgen shook her head. “Not likely, Loki-spawn,” she muttered, and walked over to the chair to retrieve her treasure and sword.

 Karayan grinned and ran a hand through his deep auburn hair. “On the contrary, I think it's entirely likely,” he said softly. “And you're more right than you know."

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 PART TWO
THE RUNEMASTER

"Funny how things turn out, don't you think?"

 Morgen shrugged, rolling her eyes.

 Karayan swung his staff nonchalantly as they walked through a downward sloping stone corridor. “It doesn't take a genius to realize that Ragnar was going to separate the two of you after that display."

 Morgen stopped and turned around. “Oh shut up,” she snapped, “Gloating doesn't become you."

 Karayan smirked. “I am hurt,” he said. “I wasn't gloating. Not at all. You make it sound like I staged this entire thing."

 Morgen wasn't smiling. “Well, didn't you?"

 "How could I?” he asked softly. “I'm only a simple runemaster. I can't influence people's minds.” He paused a moment, then took a step toward her. “No matter how much I might want to."

 Morgen looked at him. His silvery eyes glittered mischievously even though he was no longer smiling. The dim ambient light caught sparks in the embers of his auburn hair and she frowned, turning her back on him. “I think there may be something down here,” she said neutrally, walking down the corridor.

 "I think you're right,” Karayan replied, his low voice disturbingly close behind.

 Morgen stiffened but continued to walk. The slope increased and it was getting darker as they continued to descend. She slowed her steps as it became more difficult to see.

 Finally, she stopped.

 "I can see,” Karayan murmured in her ear. “Take my hand."

 Morgen hesitated.

 She felt him come close to her and his hand found hers, wrapping around it and gripping it firmly. “You don't like me,” he said as he led her along beside him, confidently, down the pitch-black corridor.

 Morgen was quiet a few steps. She smelled the warm and slightly dusty, spicy resinous scent of his clothing; the herbs and spell components all mages, even runemasters, carried on them. She'd always liked that. “Well, I wouldn't say that, I guess,” she said. “More like, you make me ... uncomfortable."

 Karayan chuckled softly. “'Uncomfortable’ eh? That's something."

 Morgen frowned in the darkness but said nothing.

 He seemed to know where he was going. His tall, warm presence was very close to her. His heavy woolen robes brushed her legs as they walked. She heard his breathing, the soft crunch and grind of his staff as it hit the ground.

 "Karayan?"

 "Yes?” His low, rich voice was soft, very close to her ear, as though he'd turned his head to speak to her.

 "Have you been here before?"

 He didn't answer but she got the distinct impression he was smiling.

 She stopped. “Karayan?"

 Karayan laughed. It wasn't a pleasant sound, really. More an indication that she'd finally caught on to a nasty secret.

 His secret.

 Morgen stayed where she was, her hand still in his, waiting. She knew she'd hit on something with him—something that would explain why she felt so strange around him. “Karayan,” she said again, “You're a spy. For Varik Thayer."

 He snickered. “Now, why would you think that?"

 "Cut the bullshit. You are, and we both know it."

 He stepped closer to her. Her breathing quickened as she caught his spicy scent. She chewed her lower lip nervously. She hated not being able to see him like this.

 "What would you do if I were?” he purred. “Somehow, I don't think you're going to give me away to Ragnar."

 She lifted her face to his. “What makes you think that?” she echoed him, swallowing a little as she felt his breath, warm on her cheek.

 He chuckled again, softly, in a way that sent shivers down her spine and swirls of excitement spinning inside her. “I can give you what you want,” he said with a smile in his low voice. “In several ways."

 Morgen shivered. “You think so, do you?"

 His lips brushed hers. “Yes."

 Then he was kissing her. A loud clatter echoed through the passageway as his sablewood staff hit the ground. He pulled her into his arms, wrapping one around her waist and the other around her shoulder, burying his hand in her hair, his fingers tightening against her head. Morgen moaned as he crushed her to him, unable to move her arms as he ravaged her mouth with his own, plunging his tongue into her, fighting with her tongue, drawing it into his mouth. She moaned louder in response to his masterful kissing. He sucked her tongue and she shivered with intense waves of iniquitous pleasure. She shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't be letting Karayan do this to her. He was a spy ...

 She moaned again as tremors spread through her from deep within. But he was so good!

 Karayan growled softly, his fingers pressing her head to his. He deepened the kiss, as his other hand slid over her soft, rounded backside to rub her buttocks with his fingers, firmly kneading her as he crushed her against him. She felt the hard, solid length of his erection through their clothing, pressing against her stomach. She squirmed, moaning louder, rubbing her hips against him. She felt him smile, heard a soft chuckle from deep in his throat as he sucked harder on her tongue while his hand on her head tightened in her hair.

 His hand on her butt pushed her against his hips. She moaned, feeling warm, sticky wetness between her legs. Releasing her mouth finally, Karayan nuzzled her ear and she shivered, then he pushed her head down, forcing her to her knees in front of him. Morgen reached up and unfastened his belt and his pants. He growled as she pushed a hand into his pants and her fingers caressed the satiny, smooth length of his cock, wrapping around it and pulling it free. Morgen sighed softly as she felt the warm, almost hot, solid flesh sliding smoothly through her hand. His spicy scent filled her senses as she poked out her tongue and ran it lightly over the smooth rounded shape of his head. He hissed loudly and shivered in pleasure.

 "Yes...” he growled.

 Morgen slid him into her mouth, sucking lightly at him, caressing him with her tongue, making him growl louder. His fingers wound in her hair and he tightened them, making her gasp sharply. She slid him further into her mouth and sucked hard. He grunted, tugging at her hair. She scraped her teeth along his length and nipped at him. “Don't pull my hair!” she snapped.

 He stiffened, but she heard him snicker. “You like it."

 "I'll bite you."

 "Go ahead,” he rumbled and pushed her head back down.

 Morgen stiffened as she felt hot jolts of fire race through her and fresh wetness dampen the soft flesh between her legs. She shifted a little, the stickiness making the leather stick to her in a most enervating way. She moaned when he yanked her hair again and lowered her mouth to him, eyes fluttering closed as she slid her lips over his warm skin, the scent of him overpowering her as she started to suckle him. His groans of pleasure grew louder as she slid him down her throat, trailing her tongue along his flesh, sliding him up and down in her mouth, then licking him all over with her tongue before catching his smooth skin in between her lips and sucking on him.

 He was growling, hissing, groaning as she pleasured him with her mouth, losing herself in the enjoyment of forcing those sounds from him as she did. She lowered her mouth to his balls and felt, with a huge burst of satisfaction, his entire body stiffen. His hand reflexively yanked her hair hard and a loud gasp of surprise escaped from him as she very gently licked each one, then sucked them lightly, before she worked her way back up his cock.

 "Damn, Morgen!” he hissed as she sucked him back into her mouth and began to bob slowly, up and down. His hand wrenched her hair painfully, causing a sharp new spiral of intense pleasure to lance through her body, accompanied by fresh, hot juice trickling from inside her.

 Karayan wound both hands into her hair, growling as she slid up and down atop him, pushing her head, forcing her to quicken her pace, thrusting his hips at her, driving himself harder and deeper into her. Her scent, warm, musky, deliciously intoxicating, grew stronger.

 Morgen moaned loudly and squirmed, her pants rubbing against her swollen and sensitive clit. She cupped his balls, caressing and massaging them, making him grunt and moan louder. His hips worked fast against her, his hands yanking painfully on her hair. She slid her hands around him to his hips. Her fingers dug into his skin as she helped him, encouraged him to move faster, moaning and slurping at him. He groaned loudly, stiffening, and shuddered as he began to come. His cock pulsed and jerked in her mouth. Morgen moaned along with him, sucking hard at him as he did, her fingers squeezing his hips, her head bobbing as she swallowed.

 Karayan stopped her head, his hands holding her tightly as he finished. Morgen whimpered softly when he pulled her back, away from him. He groaned as he released her and she fell back on her heels, trembling. He knelt in the gravel and drew her into his arms, kissing her aggressively. She melted against him, pressing her body against his. Her arms wrapped tightly around him as he bore her down to the ground, pinning her beneath him. Karayan's hands found the laces to her bodice and tore them free. She moaned as his fingers slid beneath the leather and cotton and found the soft swell of her breast, kneading it, squeezing and pulling on it until sharp shocks of intense pleasure coursed through her. He moved to nip at her earlobe, sucking on it, his teeth grazing the skin of her neck. She gasped, squirming under him, arching her hips against his.

 "Oh, Karayan...” she breathed, squealing as his teeth scraped her neck, nipping sharply.

 "Morgen...” he whispered thickly. Then he stopped, tensed and looked up.

 Morgen frowned. “Karayan?"

 "Shh.” he breathed, smothering her with a deep, slow kiss.

 "Tibor?” Ragnar's voice thundered down the passageway from above. “Brantley?"

 Morgen stiffened as well. “Oh no!” she whispered against Karayan's lips. “Not now."

 He kissed her again. “Shh. We'll finish this. I promise."

 He rolled off her and sat up. She heard him fix his clothing, heard the rattle of his belt buckle as he fastened it. She felt his hands on her shoulders, helping her to sit as well. His lips grazed her ear, then her neck as he ran his fingers over her shoulders and breasts, to pull up her blouse and bodice. She reached out, running her own hands over his arms and shoulders, nuzzling his neck, making him moan and growl in frustration. “Morgen!” he hissed, his voice a mixture of anger and desire.

 "Where are you?” Ragnar called, closer now.

 Karayan softly chanted a rune-charm. “There,” he whispered, sucking at her earlobe despite himself. “I've repaired the damage I've done to your tunic.” Yet his hands lingered on her breasts, cupping and kneading them as she whimpered, nibbling at his neck, kissing and licking him. He groaned softly. “We have to stop, Morgen,” he managed, “I can't let them find us this way."

 She nodded as he moved to stand. “We're here,” he called, his deep voice strong and low. “Morgen's fallen and hit her head. I'm bringing her back. Don't come down further. The ground is unstable and may break away."

 Karayan helped her to her feet and picked up his staff. “Play along with me,” he hissed, a warning clear in his voice, “if you want to finish what we've started.” His arm slid around her waist and he began walking with her, up the passageway, toward Ragnar's voice. “He sent you with me because he thinks you don't like me,” he continued in a low, vaguely threatening, sibilant whisper, “Keep up the pretense. For my sake as well as yours. I don't want to contemplate what I'll be forced to do to you if you don't."

 Morgen's eyes widened and she looked at him.

 "I was right, wasn't I?” she muttered.

 Karayan smirked, holding her tight to him.

 Ragnar looked skeptical as they approached and Morgen only hoped they weren't able smell him on her or her own musky scent.

 "We think we may have found Thayer's sanctum,” Ragnar said to Karayan as they got closer.

 Karayan nodded. “Good."

 Ragnar looked at Morgen. “Are you going to be alright?"

 Morgen pushed herself away from Karayan and nodded. “Yes. The draught he gave me to clear my head seems to be working."

 Karayan snorted softly as he continued to walk up the passageway, his back on Morgen and the rest of the group. Ragnar gave Morgen another suspicious glance, then followed him.

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 PART THREE
ENTR'ACTE

"I have this leather collar I think would be very pretty around your neck, Morgen,” Karayan whispered in her ear as they walked together down yet another dark, dank and smelly underground passage.

 Morgen shivered a little and continued to ignore him.

 She'd had to. Otherwise she would have let him get to her much sooner.

 Morgen grumbled to herself. Karayan seemed to know exactly what to say to get under her skin and send torrents of needle-sharp prickles through her body.

 They were lost. Morgen realized that a few hours ago.

 They'd been really close, she figured, because once they'd started heading toward the center of the tower, where Ragnar had said Varik Thayer's sanctum was, they were attacked by several parties of nasty creatures that were obviously in Thayer's employ. By the time they'd managed to deal with all the attackers, the group had been scattered and completely turned around.

 All the passageways looked alike.

 And Ragnar was beginning to get frustrated.

 Karayan ran his fingers through her ruby hair, walking slightly behind and to the right of her. “I have a lovely chain to attach to it,” he continued, his voice a soft, silky purr. “Do you like silver?"

 Morgen shivered again and wasn't able to conceal it very well.

 "Stop it!” she hissed. “Just stop it, please !"

 Karayan snickered quietly and continued to stay disturbingly close to her.

 Ragnar stopped and spoke to Sorin Kalevi, Morgen's fellow thief and Seldon Marin, the elven ranger. The three of them looked around at the totally unremarkable passageway, obviously trying to figure out where they were. With a roll of her eyes and toss of thick, blonde hair, Valda Frejadohtor walked over to the two of them.

 "In case you hadn't guessed, we're lost,” she said.

 Morgen nodded. Karayan shrugged.

 "I suggested to them we make for the surface levels and try again tomorrow,” she added.

 "We could just go,” Morgen said, with a sharp glance at Karayan. “I don't think Thayer is here. This place is probably just a decoy to throw Ragnar off his scent. We haven't seen anything that would indicate he's currently in residence, or has been recently either. And there's really not much else here besides the treasure we found in the master suite up in the tower."

 Karayan watched Morgen quietly. “What does Ragnar wish to do?"

 Valda glanced at Ragnar. “I think he's planning on going back up."

 Karayan hefted his rune-staff and walked over to Ragnar and the other men, “So, you want to head back to the surface?” he said as he approached, to Ragnar's red-faced, stiff-necked nod and grumble.

 Valda turned her turquoise gaze back toward Morgen.

 "You and Tibor,” she murmured so only Morgen could hear, “Make a better couple than you and Kalevi."

 Morgen blinked at her. “I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about."

 Valda stepped closer and smiled. “Karayan is very seductive, even when he's not trying,” she said, “He wants you. That's been clear to me from the day we hired him."

 Morgen shrugged. “So? His loss. I like Sorin."

 Valda chuckled softly. “Of course. What's not to like about him? He's cute and looked like an excellent lover. But he's a rake.” She tilted her head. “Sorin's got a reputation, Morgen. I know you've had lovers, but Sorin doesn't so much have lovers as notches on his scabbard."

 Morgen frowned slightly. “I've never heard that."

 "He kept it from you, of course. Personal ethics."

 "Well, that , yes,” Morgen said. “But I had the same ethic until recently."

 Valda said, “Sorin is a philanderer. He's not as virtuous as he likes to make people think."

 Morgen thought about this. “So you think I should quit Sorin and take up with Karayan ? I don't even like Karayan. And I'm not romancing Sorin. We just had a bit of fun. Karayan is—” She thought about the soft, sultry taunts Karayan had been whispering in her ear for the past few hours. “Karayan is vexing ."

 Valda laughed softly.

 "We're going back up,” Ragnar announced, tromping by the two women, Seldon, Sorin and Karayan in his wake.

 Valda smiled at Morgen as Karayan strode by and moved to catch up with the tall, blonde figure of Ragnar.

 Morgen stood, nonplussed, in the dripping passageway and watched them march back the way they'd come.

 At the bend in the passage, Karayan paused and looked back at her.

 "Well?” he snapped imperiously, “Shall I leave you down here?"

 Morgen frowned slightly. She hadn't heard him take quite that tone before. While he had been stern on occasion, he'd at least had a reason. He'd had to make sure she wouldn't reveal his secret to Ragnar and the others.

 "I could get out fine on my own,” she replied with a snort. “What concern is it of yours anyway?"

 She walked toward him, making sure it was clear she was doing it of her own accord, not because it seemed as though he were attempting to control her.

 Karayan regarded her with cool eyes the color of starlight on storm clouds. As Morgen neared him, she wondered if it was the semidarkness of the tunnel that had darkened them. Why she was noticing it anyway? He turned to watch her as she passed, one large, long-fingered hand wrapped around his steel-grey sablewood staff. His fine dark grey woolen robes rustled as he pivoted to keep her in sight.

 "What did Valda talk to you about?” he murmured, falling into step behind her.

 "Sorin."

 "And?"

 "Me."

 "And?” his silky voice had an edge to it.

 Morgen paused a heartbeat longer than she'd meant to. “You."

 " And?"he hissed.

 "Sorin has a reputation as a rake and she wanted me to know."

 Karayan grabbed her arm and stopped so suddenly Morgen stumbled, wheeling on him. “What!” she snarled, her patience stretched to the breaking point.

 "What,” Karayan asked softly, his eyes dark, glittering like stars in the half-light, “did you tell her about me?"

 Morgen didn't want to look into his eyes for fear of falling into them but she couldn't help herself. “Nothing,” she breathed. “I didn't betray you."

 Karayan's eyes narrowed and he didn't release his grip on her arm. “And?"

 "Valda thinks you and I make a fine couple. She wanted to dissuade me from Sorin.” Morgen said softly, watching him for a reaction.

 Karayan didn't gift her with one. “And is that all?"

 Morgen nodded.

 His hand uncurled from her arm and he strode past her as though nothing had happened.

 Morgen stood, perplexed and annoyed, in the middle of a dank dungeon passageway deep under Avarair Torr, while Karayan Tibor and the rest of her companions trudged back up the long way to the surface.

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 PART FOUR
AVARAIR INN

Ragnar was a first-class bastard, Morgen decided.

 The coins she'd been paid weren't much and even after pooling it with what she already had, it was still a paltry amount.

 She frowned at the coins and put them back in her purse and put it away in one of her belt-pouches.

 She sighed, and sipped at the remaining warm ale in her cup.

 Sure, she'd known it was coming for a while, she just didn't expect Ragnar to boot her out in the middle of the job. Morgen didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to Sorin or Karayan. Ragnar had Seldon escort her out of the tower and to the nearest village as soon as they'd made their way back up to the main corridor. She didn't get to keep her treasure this time, which was what really pissed her off.

 Well, she reasoned, as she looked around the smoky, dimly lit common room, that treasure was hers and she was going to get it back.

 She had to replenish her supplies, but it was too late to go to the market. She also needed a place to stay and supper as well. Her money wouldn't be enough to cover the cost of a room, a meal and supplies. Morgen was certain there were plenty of poorly guarded purses about the village streets at night. Glancing around, she noticed the gaze of more than one grubby, seedy patron, as well as the beefy proprietor of the establishment. He grinned as she looked at him, considering her options.

 Morgen finished her drink, set the cup down and got up.

 The innkeeper was a bear of a man, obviously a former warrior turned tavern-owner, a tall, tanned fellow with thick brown curly hair and massive arms with thick-knuckled hands the size of dinner-plates. He was polishing a mug with a dingy grey cloth. He set the mug down as Morgen approached him.

 "Can I help you?” he said automatically, his dark eyes drifting lazily over her. He leaned against the backboard and tossed his bar-rag aside.

 Morgen nodded, noticing his gaze was fixed on her cleavage, rather than her face. “Yes, you can."

 He absently scratched at the dark stubble peppering his chin, tilted his head to the side and brought his eyes level with hers. “What can I do you for then?"

 "I need a room for the night.” Morgen said.

 He offered her a bored smile. “I have a room for the night. In fact, I've got several."

 "Good.” Morgen said, glancing towards the entrance foyer. “Can I get one please?"

 With an indifferent shrug, the barkeep straightened, sauntered out from behind the bar and headed toward the registration desk. She followed him, half annoyed at his blasé attitude toward the prospect of making some coin.

 He rummaged around behind the high counter, then produced a key. “That will be two gold pieces.” he said.

 Morgen blinked at him.

 "The sign says five silver pieces a night."

 He grinned again. “Yes. For Guildmembers. I don't think you're a member of the Thieves Guild."

 Morgen frowned. “This is a Guild house?"

 He nodded. “The Thieves Guild controls this village."

 Morgen groaned inwardly. “I don't have two gold. Are you sure you can't give me the five silver rate? I used to be a member of the Thieves Guild."

 He leaned over the desk and murmured, “I know. I recognize you. Your Guildmaster is still looking for you."

 Morgen's eyes widened and she took an involuntary step back.

 He chuckled. “Look. I won't turn you in. But you have to pay for a room."

 "I suppose this is the only inn in the village?"

 He nodded, grinning. “Perhaps we can work out another form of payment.” His gaze slid back down to her soft, full cleavage and she felt a tingle go through her.

 She took a step toward the high desk and leaned over it slightly. His grin widened a touch. “What have you got in mind?” she said softly.

 He reached out and ran a finger over the swelling rise of her breasts. She shivered as he leaned across the desk and nuzzled her neck. She gasped soundlessly when he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and his large, roughened hand closed around one of her breasts and squeezed it, pulling her up against the front of his desk. Morgen moaned and gripped the edge of the desk. Her eyes widened as he yanked down her soft violet blouse over her breasts. Taking both in his hands he kneaded them as he scraped his teeth along her throat, then lifted his head to kiss her. He plunged his tongue deep into her mouth as he twisted and pulled her nipples, teasing them until they were stiff and taut. Then he moved his kisses down her throat to her breasts, licking the valley between them, then each hard nipple, before he began to suck hard, teasing her nipples even more.

 Morgen groaned loudly and squirmed trapped against the front of the desk. She heard male laughter from the open common room and glanced over, her face flushing pink as she saw a group of the bar's patrons clustered around the end of the bar, watching the two of them with obvious enthusiasm.

 The innkeeper looked up, smiled and grabbed Morgen by the shoulders, lifting her easily. He set her down on the desk and spreading her legs. He yanked off her boots and quickly unlaced the front of her tight, burgundy suede pants.

 The patrons chortled appreciatively as they got a full view of Morgen's soft, large breasts, spilling over the top of her bodice, thrust up and glistening wetly in the smoky golden lantern-light. Morgen flushed a deeper crimson as the big innkeeper pulled off her pants and began to stroke her soft, wet folds. She shuddered and winced as he found the hard nub of her clit.

 "You like it, huh?” the innkeeper growled at her. He tickled her clit with his thumb as she groaned louder. He looked over at the men watching voraciously. She shivered, squirming slightly and moaned as he stroked and caressed her rapidly swelling dampened flesh with his thick, rough fingers. He spread her legs wider, turning her at the same time atop the desk so the watchers could see her better. She moaned again. “No...” she whispered, “Not in front of them..."

 He chuckled. “You like this. Else you wouldn't be so wet...” he muttered back.

 She leaned back, thrusting up her breasts. The patrons cheered as the innkeeper stroked her harder, pushing two fingers up, into her. Morgen stiffened and gasped, shuddering. “Oh...” she moaned, “Yes..."

 He added another finger and lowered his lips to her clit, sucking on her. Morgen gasped again, loudly and shivered. “Oh! Oh, yes!” She began to squirm, falling back onto the desk and grabbing her breasts as he sucked her harder and licked her wet, trembling pussy. The watching patrons cheered again, loudly, as she squirmed and shuddered.

 He slurped her, pumping three thick fingers in and out of her as he sucked and licked. She gasped and shuddered again. Her fingers pulled at her nipples hard. Her breasts bounced as she squirmed, while thrusting her hips against his face and hand. He groaned softly as she came with a cry. A fresh burst of hot, slick liquid streamed out of her, over her hand and his lips and tongue.

 The patrons chuckled and applauded. “Fuck her now!” one shouted and the others agreed. “Yeah, fuck her, then give us a turn!"

 Morgen moaned as he continued to lick and suck on her until she began to come again, then he pulled his hand out of her and pulled her off the desk. Shuddering, she gasped as he carried her into the bar and bent her over the bartop, placing her into the reach of the group of rowdy patrons. She groaned long and loudly as she felt the innkeeper spread her buttocks and push what had to be a very hard and thick cock deep into the recesses of her pussy, at the same time pushing something thick, hard, and slightly cold into her ass.

 "Fuck her good...” one of the patrons, a younger fighter in brown leathers said as he leaned close, stroking the side of her face and looking over her back to see what the innkeeper pushed into her butt. It slid out then back in and she groaned again.

 Another patron, a red-head with a scruffy beard, who looked like a particularly successful thief, in tailored blue cottons and dyed leather, reached out with a dirt-darkened hand and captured one of her breasts, squeezing and pulling on it as he leaned down to nuzzle her ear. She moaned, feeling the innkeeper slide out of her pussy, and back in again, slow and steadily. She heard him groan with pleasure and her eyes fluttered closed. Another hand closed around her other breast and she heard a voice growl, “He's got the truncheon up your ass, pretty thief. You know, the guard's club he keeps around here for the odd brawl...” Her ear was nibbled and licked. She felt her earlobe being sucked before the same voice said, “You have some lovely tits ... nice and soft and big ... you can share my bed tonight if you want...” She groaned again as the innkeeper plunged both cock and stick into her. She stiffened, feeling all these hands and mouths and the heat of their breath on her body, the thickness of the shafts filling her ass and her pussy, a bolt of lightning shot through her and she shuddered, opening her eyes.

 A dark haired man with large hands and a sharply handsome face whispered in her ear, his hand wrapped around her breast as the red-haired man pushed her up to suck the tit on his side. The dark man smiled as he lowered his own mouth to her breast and began to nibble, suck and squeeze. Morgen began to moan, loudly, shivering. She pushed herself up, thrusting her chest out to give the men pleasuring her tits better access. The innkeeper quickened his pace, each thrust shaking her body. She spasmed and came in great, gasping waves.

 "Harder!” she screamed, “Fuck me harder! Oh yes! Hard! That's it!"

 The innkeeper grunted, thrusting harder and faster as Morgen spasmed again and screamed.

 "Oh, oh, oh, oh YES! Faster, faster! YES, YES!"

 She squirmed, her breasts bouncing as he pounded her.

 The two men moved back and, with the rest, enjoyed the view.

 Morgen's tits bounced hard and she bucked and squirmed as the innkeeper pounded her ass and pussy from behind. They cheered each time she screamed, which encouraged her to come again.

 "Fuck me! Fuck me!” Morgen growled. “Ooooh, yes! Fuck me hard!"

 The innkeeper grunted and strained as he slammed his cock into her, forgetting about the nightstick in her butt. Then he snarled, stiffened, and with a loud growl, burst inside her pussy, filling her with come as she threw her head back and screamed.

 The patrons cheered and began to line up even before the innkeeper had recovered enough to pull himself out of Morgen's body.

 Morgen looked up, smiled wickedly and said, “Next?"

 The innkeeper lifted Morgen and sat her atop the bar. She spread her legs invitingly, and plunged three fingers deep into her pussy with a wet slurp and began pushing them in and out, while she pulled on a nipple and licked her lips. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and began to suck them dry.

 The men chuckled. A couple cheered.

 "Next?” Morgen repeated, “I've been horny for days ... I could fuck all of you..."

 The dark haired man stepped up and kissed her, sucking her tongue and pulling her off the bar. She wrapped her legs around him and slid down him slowly. Pulling her face from his, she said, “I'll suck your cock, and someone can fuck me from behind."

 She giggled, feeling a strange kind of high as she slid down in front of the handsome dark man and wrapped her lips around the cock he'd already produced for her. Hands gripped her butt and pulled her up as she slid the smooth, hot head of the dark haired man's cock down her throat, to his deep groan of pleasure. She felt fingers probing her ass and pussy, then the sensation of a hard, warm shaft pushing its way into her ass. She shivered, moaning loudly as she slurped, feeling his balls slapping against her chin and the balls of the man behind her slapping lightly against her ass. Someone grabbed her swinging breasts and was playing with them as the two men began to fuck her, pushing her back and forth between them. Hands buried in her hair and fingers dug into her butt, her nipples were pinched and tweaked, and she felt the bumping of her belt pouches against her thighs.

 A low, slow pulsing began deep within her body, spreading as the men increased their pace. She slurped at the cock in her mouth, enjoying the silky warmth of his smooth flesh and the seductive scent of her own strong musk mixed with that of the horny, rowdy patrons around her. They moved faster, and the pulsing within her increased, sending little shocks of intense pleasure throughout her body. She moaned, mouth full, squirmed, tits trapped, and ass full. She groaned, shuddering. The movements quickened, and grunts and growls came from the men as she felt their shafts stiffening. She moaned and trembled, shocks shooting through her body like bursts of lightning. She came, hot, sticky juice bursting forth, dripping and dribbling, then flowing out of her onto the hard plank floor.

 Loud cheers came from the men around her and the two inside her let go as well. Hot come filled her mouth and ass. She groaned, swallowing, licking, sucking hard, until the man in front of her gasped and pulled out of her mouth. She looked up, smiling at him. He growled again and bent to kiss her deeply. The man behind her pulled his shaft from her ass and she shivered. As the dark haired man released her lips, she noticed the young man in the brown leathers lying beside her on the floor, playing with her tits. He grinned at her and she climbed atop him. He quickly unfastened his pants and she looked down at the thick, long shaft he pulled out. She slid down and began to lick and suckle him, much to his delight. She giggled and pushed her tits together, sliding his cock in-between them and he groaned loudly. She slurped at his head as it poked between her cleavage, feeling him shudder and stiffen as she did. She looked up at him. “Want to fuck my tits or my pussy?” she asked softly.

 He grinned. “Tits. I want to fuck your tits and come on them."

 She giggled, feeling fingers probing between her buttocks again. “Okay.” She licked his head and he groaned again, then slid his cock between her large, soft breasts, squeezing it tightly between them. He pushed up on his elbows to watch, licking his lips and twitching his hips up as she moved. Someone knelt behind her and began licking her dripping pussy, slurping loudly and thrusting his tongue deep into her. She shivered and moaned. “Ooooh...” she managed, as she felt a finger probe into her ass, “Oooh yes, I love that ... suck my pussy. Fuck me with your tongue..."

 The young man between her breasts groaned. “Yeah...” he said, “I'm gonna come now...” He twitched and spurt thick white cream, which dribbled onto Morgen's tits. She licked his cock as he finished coming and he shivered. Then she rubbed his come all over her breasts and made him groan loudly. Lifting one nipple to her lips, she licked it, hearing the rest of the patrons’ appreciative comments as she did.

 She shuddered, feeling another burst of fire shoot through her and came, spurting her juice all over the face of the man between her legs and she shuddered as he licked her clean, slurping loudly and sucking on the flesh of her pussy until she squirmed and cried out.

 Finally she sat down and looked around. “More?” she said in a sultry voice. “I can take three at once.” She stood up, a little unsteadily, as several men helped her, groping and caressing her as they did. She kissed one, a tanned rogue with brown hair, as he squeezed her butt, then looked at the remaining patrons. “One in my pussy. One in my ass and one in my mouth.” She giggled. “I like it like that."

 The man she kissed said, “Fuck me first. Then you can have three.” He reached down to unfasten his pants and she nodded, taking off his shirt. He pushed her down on her back onto a table, spread her legs and thrust his cock into her. She groaned as he immediately began pistoning in and out, hard and fast. She writhed, arching her back, her hips thrusting against him.

 "You like it hard...” he grunted, “I'll give it to you good and hard..."

 Morgen gasped, her body shuddering under the pounding.

 "Yeah, give it to her! Fuck her hard!"

 "Watch those tits bounce..."

 He leaned over her, kissing her, sucking her tongue. She kissed him back, groaning as she shook under him.

 He grunted, stopped suddenly and went still. Morgen moaned as she felt his cock pulse and explode inside her.

 "Ooooh yeah...” he growled in her face as he came. “Fuck yeah..."

 Morgen mmmmm'd softly, licking her lips. “Oh yeah...” she whispered. “I liked that."

 "Of course you did, you little slut,” he grinned.

 Straightening up, he pulled out of her and got his clothes.

 Morgen lay atop the table a moment, catching her breath.

 She was picked up and carried across the bar. “Now you do three.” a rough voice purred.

 She looked up at a large barbarian. He had brown hair and eyes and was dressed in furs and buckskins. He grinned. “Me and my mates."

 Setting her down on the long, wide bench to a trestle-style table in the back of the common room, he stood in front of her and began to shuck his tunic and trousers, grinning at her the entire time. He was huge and muscular, as big as the innkeeper, and the two other fur-clad ‘mates’ of his were the same. Morgen's eyes widened as she took him in. He was almost intimidating, as was the proud, thick, long shaft that jutted up in front of her face as he dropped his leather trousers. She looked at his cock, then back up at him.

 He chuckled. “Want to ride it, little thief?” he growled.

 Picking her up, he lifted her in the air, and slid her down atop his member, slowly, as she groaned, gasping, feeling her sheath stretch to accommodate his girth. “Wrap your legs around my waist and we'll get Sven over there in as well.

 Sven had blonde hair and had been wearing tan furs. He grinned, as naked as his companion was, and as impressive. The first barbarian sat down with Morgen and leaned back, presenting Sven with Morgen's pink, rounded ass as a target for his own fine veined, thick and throbbing shaft. With a grunt of satisfaction, Sven buried himself in Morgen's ass. Morgen drew a shuddering breath of pleasure mixed with a twinge of pain.

 A low chorus of mutterings of interest and appreciation came from the others as Morgen arched her back, throwing back her head with a cry as she came merely from the sensation of being filled up with two such large, thick members. The first barbarian chuckled, beginning to slowly work his hips under her. Sven also began to thrust against her a little and Morgen groaned again, loudly. “Ooooh, yes!” she managed, squirming and twitching as a shiver shot through her. “More ... please..."

 The two barbarians began to move a little faster, slipping out a little, then back in as Morgen shuddered and groaned. The first barbarian reached up to twiddle a bouncing nipple and Morgen swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat. “Mmmmm yes...” she moaned. “Pull on my nipple, please..."

 He grinned and pulled the nipple hard, making her suck her breath in. He thrust a little quicker, sliding in and out of her slick pussy as Sven did the same in her ass.

 "Now, I think we can have Karl.” the first barbarian said.

 "Yeah, Joren.” Karl, a younger man, perhaps the first barbarian, ‘Joren's’ brother, pushed the trestle table aside and stepped up to Morgen's side. His hair was a lighter brown but he was no less muscular or endowed than the other two. He presented Morgen with a deep burgundy colored, thick, silky satin cock. She looked at it, then him, smiled and opened her lips as he plunged himself in with a deeply satisfied moan. “Oooh yeah...” he said, his accent and voice thick as she smoothed her tongue over his swollen head, slurped at him and began to slide him down her throat. His fingers entwined in her hair and as Sven and Joren began to thrust faster, in and out of her, she sucked him harder and he began to piston faster, sliding down her throat. A loud, wet slapping, slurping sound began to echo through the common room as the four of them rocked faster and faster, in synch with each other and the mostly satisfied patrons watched in varying degrees of awe and enjoyment. Murmurs spread through the room as the action quickened, the three barbarians grunting, pistoning into her, harder and harder. Morgen gurgled and moaned, slurping loudly, gasping and shuddering as her body shook under the impacts of the three cocks impaling her. She stiffened, grunting, as she began to come in great, consuming waves.

 Her cries were muffled by the cock stuffing her mouth, but she kept coming as the sensations of being stretched and filled, by these hot, hard, satiny shafts caused spirals of mind-numbing pleasure to spin through her as the pumping got faster and faster.

 "Oh yeah!” Joren growled, his hands tightening on Morgen's breasts as he thrust against her as hard as he could. He worked his hips against Morgen's while she slurped his brother above him. “Ooooh yeah!” Morgen squirmed, her hips bouncing between him and Sven as she came, Sven pushing hard against her and grunting above her.

 Karl came first, with a loud cry and filled her mouth with his come. Morgen swallowed and sucked on him as he continued to pulse and spasm in her mouth. She sucked harder, milking him of every last drop until he gasped and pushed her away. She licked her lips, shuddering as she felt Joren's hands squeeze her breasts painfully tight and his body went rigid beneath her. With a roar, the barbarian exploded inside her and Morgen screamed as he came, coming as well. Then Sven came, his own orgasm brought on by Morgen's. He growled and slapped her ass hard, one hand grabbing her hair and yanking it, causing her to scream and come again as he finished filling her up with his own thick cream.

 Morgen whimpered in shudders of pleasurable pain until he was done and released her hair. Then she collapsed atop Joren.

 Joren looked up at the group of men watching them. He smiled a crooked grin and said. “The lady's done for now."

 A couple of the seedier looking roughs in the group looked as though they might have planned to argue the point. When Karl nonchalantly fastened his massive swordbelt around his waist and rested one large hand atop the huge steel pommel, grinning at them, they seemed to think better of it.

 The crowd dispersed quickly after that, and the innkeeper brought Morgen's clothes over to the barbarians.

 "You know,” he said warmly as he watched her dress, “You can stay here anytime you want, Miss Brantley. Free of charge."

 Joren chuckled. “She'll stay with us this eve, I think, Lars. Only way to make sure she's safe.” He winked. Lars, the innkeeper nodded with a grin.

 "You'll find your money's all safe.” he added, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “I checked to make sure."

 Morgen smiled at him. “Thanks,” she said softly.

 Lars grinned. “Any time."

 As he walked back to the bar, Joren wrapped an arm about Morgen's shoulders. “I'm Joren. This is Karl, my brother and Sven, my best mate. Thor's our patron and you'll be safe with us."

 Morgen smiled and leaned against Joren. “Thanks. I think I'll take you up on that."

 Joren picked her up and carried her out, followed by Karl and Sven.
 * * * *

Needless to say, Morgen didn't leave the next day for the Torr—or the next week. She stayed with Joren, Sven and Karl, for a good part of the next month. She entertained not only them, but Lars and several more of the inn's patrons.

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 PART FIVE
RETURN TO THE TORR

The ruined tower was empty. As thunder grumbled ominously outside, Morgen crept into the deserted ruin, hoping to see some sign that Karayan and the others might still be there, exploring. No sign of the group or Varik Thayer's servants remained. Just wreckage from what apparently had been some kind of battle in the forechamber. Perhaps they'd found Thayer after all and had to fight him or his minions before they left.

 She found her way to the opulent bedchamber she and Sorin had discovered, with the intention of finding any remaining treasure and taking it in place of the pay and share she'd been divested of when Ragnar her expelled from the company. It seemed untouched from the last time she'd been there. Even the small silver box that had contained the garnets she'd loved was still lying on its open lid, on the floor near the foot of the bed.

 She picked it up carefully, closed it and placed it gently in her belt-pouch.

 Another loud peal of thunder shook the building and Morgen went to the window, pushing aside the heavy velvet curtains to look out. Lightning danced across the black sky and a sudden lash of rain slammed against the window, making her jump back in alarm. Another flash of lightning ripped the air, not far from the stone tower, and Morgen stumbled further back, the curtains falling against the window as she did.

 Catching her breath, she turned to regard the dim, stuffy room.

 She found a candelabra on a table and lit the candles with a softly spoken spell. As the warmth of the light spread through the chamber, she looked around. A glint of gold atop a tall mahogany bureau caught her attention and she reached up, standing on her toes, to grab a small but heavy gold casket. With a delighted smile, she sat on the edge of the bed and opened it up.

 Her breath caught. The box was full to the rim with expensive, exquisitely cut gemstones. “Oh, my...” she whispered, digging her fingers into the glittering stash, “This makes up for everything they took from me."

 "Intent on stealing the rest of my treasure?” a quiet voice purred.

 Morgen stiffened and looked up, quickly glancing around the chamber. “Who are you?"

 "I'm surprised you don't know, Morgen."

 She closed the lid of the casket. It latched with a soft ‘click'. “Varik Thayer?"

 "Of course."

 Setting the box on the table beside the bed, she stood up slowly, her hand going to rest lightly on the hilt of her rapier. She continued to look warily around the chamber for the sorcerer, who was still nowhere to be seen. Slowly, she made her way across the room to the chamber door.

 "The door is locked."

 Morgen tried the handle. He was right. She turned to the empty room, nervous, frustrated and a little frightened. “You ought to know, Ragnar fired me. Keeping me won't get you anything. Nobody is going to pay to have me returned."

 "Your old Guildmaster will, I'd bet.” Thayer said conversationally. “And I already know about Ragnar. I could care less about him."

 Morgen leaned back against the door heavily. “Then what is it you want?"

 "Not much.” Thayer said, “Just you."

 Morgen frowned. “Me? Why?"

 The candles guttered, throwing flickering shadows across the room. Morgen shivered, even though it was warm. The spicy air was thick and still. She looked around again, feeling distinctly tense.

 "Several reasons. Perhaps I will tell you eventually."

 The tone of his voice had changed. It was softer and seemed closer than it had been before.

 She looked around, staring hard into the motes of blackness that were encroaching upon the feeble golden light of the candles.

 "Varik?” she asked, “Where are you?"

 A flame leapt out of the darkness, a candle on the mantle of the fireplace. Varik Thayer was leaning against it. He wore brocaded black robes over a crimson tunic and black pants. His face was sharp-featured and wicked, his jade-green eyes narrow and slightly slanted, his thin lips curving in a slight, insolent smile as he looked at her.

 Morgen stepped back involuntarily, into the door behind her.

 His smile widened a little and he approached, the ambient light finding wine-colored shadows in his black hair as he moved. Morgen found herself caught and held by his intense, silvery-green gaze. She swallowed involuntarily as he neared her, shivering slightly. She'd never been this close to him before and certainly never alone with him. He was taller than she realized and in this light and this close, he looked a lot more villainous.

 "I thought this place was deserted.” she said nervously.

 He smirked. “It is. Most of the time."

 "Then I don't understand why Ragnar thought this was your stronghold."

 Varik reached out to caress her cheek. She shivered at the touch and tried to back up, even though she was already against the door.

 "I like to toy with Ragnar.” Varik said. “This was simply a way to distract and annoy him. And,” he trailed his fingers over her throat and along her collarbone, lightly and slowly, “it was primarily a way to get closer to you. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist silver, gold and gemstones. Especially garnets.” He chuckled. “I made sure you'd find your way to this room. Although I didn't expect you to bring your little friend along."

 "Sorin,” Morgen breathed.

 Varik nodded. “If he hadn't been there, things would have worked out much differently.” His fingers trailed down over the soft rise of her exposed cleavage, to trace the collar of her blouse, unnervingly as he leaned closer to her. Morgen swallowed hard, back flat against the door, her breathing coming a little quicker.

 "What do you mean?"

 "I've been very interested in you for quite some time now, Morgen. We'd make an excellent team...” he slid a finger under the collar of her blouse, sliding it slowly along the smooth surface of her skin, but did not touch her in any other way. She stifled a moan and shivered. “I've made a point of finding out all I can about you. And of course, Karayan has helped quite a bit."

 "What happened to Karayan?” Morgen asked stiffly, trying very hard to keep her voice steady, despite her trembling.

 Varik trailed his fingers beneath the collar of her blouse, sliding them slowly, gently over the full swell of each breast, yet not touching her nipples or even pushing her blouse down at all. It was maddening. A warm, restless flush began to fill her and she felt herself twitching anxiously. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin cotton.

 "Do you really care about him?” he asked lazily.

 Morgen shifted uncomfortably and swallowed hard. Still, he continued to caress her, the sensation beginning to drive all coherent thought from her mind. She really shouldn't be letting him touch her like this. Varik was not a nice man, he was wicked and evil and even though he'd not gone any farther than simple, light, insanity-inducing caresses, Morgen knew she should stop him and demand he let her go. Ragnar would have a fit if he knew ... As for Karayan ... Morgen flushed slightly, another warmer sensation building inside her. She let Karayan play with her and she would have let him fuck her if they'd had the chance...

 "Yes...” she managed, her head falling back against the door as Varik's fingers slid a little further under her blouse, just brushing ever so lightly over the much more sensitive swell of her nipples.

 Varik chuckled softly. “How interesting. I'll keep that in mind,” he purred.

 Morgen moaned, thrusting her chest up, shifting again as she felt herself dribbling wetly against the tight leather chaffing her increasingly sensitive flesh and hardening clit.

 "You're a naughty little girl, you know.” Varik whispered, kissing her earlobe. “You like this too much. I'm thinking you'd like me to have my way with you, wouldn't you?"

 Morgen stiffened, twinges of fire stinging her clit and burning deep inside her. She gasped and turned her head to look at him. He wasn't handsome at all really. His features were too sharp and his eyes too narrow. His hair was a disturbing fiery black claret color. She didn't like mustaches and his spade beard made him look too demonic. When he smiled, she was forcibly reminded of pictures she'd seen of Loki when she was a child. She groaned softly.

 Varik laughed. “Your mind says ‘no', but your body betrays you.” he purred, scraping his fingernail over her painfully hard and distended nipples. Morgen hissed sharply, feeling the soft, swelling flesh between her legs twitch and spasm, getting wetter as he did so. “Don't worry, you'll enjoy every minute of this. I've been waiting a long time for it..."

 He slid his free arm around her waist and his lips came down on hers, lightly at first, caressing them, his tongue playing lightly over them. He kissed her softly, pressing her body against the door as the hand that had been trailing across her breasts moved to slide the neckline of her blouse down, slowly uncovering first one breast, then the other. His fingers smoothed over her full, rounded flesh, his touch firm, but gentle. She moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth, sliding over her own tongue, teasing, massaging, sucking lightly.

 He savored her like a fine wine, tasting and enjoying with deliberate, tormenting slowness. Her body responded to his, spirals of intensely deep pleasure spinning slowly from deep within her. She began to pant, trembling harder as he continued his slow, deep kisses. His hands massaged and caressed her breasts, his nails scraping torturously across her nipples. She pressed against his body, her hips beginning to twitch against his. Morgen felt the hard length of his erection through the fine cloth of his robes. He pushed her against the door then moved his mouth to her breasts as she gasped sharply. His teeth scraped across one marble-hard, flushed nipple and Morgen screamed, coming suddenly in a burst of hot fire that shot through her body like an arc of lightning.

 He chuckled, licking each nipple before standing straight.

 "Very naughty indeed.” he purred as he swept her up into his arms and dropped her on his large, soft bed.

 Morgen tried to catch her breath, gasping as she looked up at him. “Varik...” she managed, “How ... ?"

 He smirked. “There's a reason the daughter of the High Priest of Tyr didn't want to be returned to her father.” He looked at her, his gaze settling on her exposed breasts.

 "Very pretty,” he said softly, leaning over to pull off her boots. He ran his hands over her legs, her thighs, to her hips. He slid a couple of fingers between her legs and chuckled again, softly. “And very wet."

 He tugged at the laces to her pants, and pushed his hand inside, sliding through her short silken curls and dipping into the swollen, flesh. Morgen stiffened, then let out a very long, low moan as he began to stroke her, a wet, sticky sound coming from her. Her hips began to squirm under him and he slid onto the bed beside her. “Mmmm ... you're getting wetter ... very nice...” He pushed a finger inside her and she shivered. With another wet ‘slurp’ he removed his hand and pulled her pants off. He slipped his wet fingers into her mouth. “Taste this, my dear,” he purred. “Be a good girl and lick my fingers clean, would you?"

 Morgen shivered again, obediently licking her juices from his long, slender fingers, sucking them as she felt his other hand brush her hair from her eyes. He groaned softly as she sucked, and pulled his fingers away. “Very good,” he said. “Now, let's get that blouse and tunic off.” She sat up as he loosened the laces on her bodice, pulling it off and taking her blouse with it. He leaned back on the pillows and gazed at her with a lazily amused grin. “Mmmm,” he murmured, “Very, very nice."

 She looked at him, lounging across the foot of the sable covered bed, a warm golden glow highlighting the smooth line of Morgen's naked body, lighting flames in her soft, ruby-red hair, making her sultry, half-lidded, silver-grey eyes glitter like stars. The full rounded curves of her voluptuous body trembled with each tremulous breath she drew. Her ample breasts were slightly swollen, the tips still hard and firm. The soft curve of her stomach gently sloped to the rounded fullness of her hips and well-formed legs. A light sprinkling of silky curls between her legs and the glistening redness of the soft folds of flesh invited him to take her and do as he pleased with her. She licked her lips, unconsciously. Her breath caught at the wicked glimmer in his silvery-green eyes and the devilish turn of his grin as he continued to look his fill.

 Morgen flushed pinkly.

 He chuckled, shrugging off his robe. “Even after all your experience, you still blush?” He unbuckled his boots.

 Morgen groaned. “It's the way you're looking at me,” she murmured. “I shouldn't let you—"

 He laughed. “But you will anyway.” He moved across the bed toward her. “Because you want me to."

 "Oh, no...” Morgen said as he leaned in toward her, “No, no, Varik ... I-I can't ."

 He pushed her back down and kissed her. “You already have, my dear.” He nuzzled her neck and suckled her earlobe as she unbuttoned his shirt. “You will, because I am more attractive to you than all the other handsome, agreeable, nice men you've been with..."

 She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and nuzzled his neck, panting softly. “No, Varik...” she whispered, “I can't do this ... you're wrong...” She sucked his earlobe into her mouth as he groaned in pleasure.

 He twisted a nipple between his fingers and she moaned. “No, Varik...” she managed, “Please ... you're wrong..."

 He lowered his head to suckle her breast, slipping his hand into the hot wetness between her legs. “If I am wrong,” he said, licking her as she squirmed, “Why are you so wet? And why are you enjoying this so much?"

 Morgen groaned as he sucked and licked her breasts, dipping his fingers into her pussy and swirling his thumb around her clit. She squirmed, digging her fingers into his hair. “Ooohhh ... yes...” she moaned softly, thrusting her hips against his fingers. “Ooohhh, Varik, yes ... please..."

 He chuckled. “That's more like it,” he murmured.

 He sat up suddenly, grabbed her and kissed her hard and viciously. She squealed in alarm. He snickered and threw her back down on the bed, then climbed atop her and sat on her hips as he pulled her arms over her head. Morgen gasped as she felt ropes being wrapped around her wrists and secured to the headboard of the huge, canopied bed. Varik leaned down, kissed her again, hard and possessively and climbed off her body.

 "Varik?” she gasped, “What are you doing?"

 He laughed wickedly. “You know what I'm doing, Morgen."

 Unfastening his pants, he pulled them off as she watched him, eyes wide. His cock was thick, the way she liked, and a deep burgundy color. It glistened wetly in the firelight and she felt a hot twitch inside as he turned toward her, on his knees on the bed. Again, she licked her lips, not aware how seductive she looked, her eyes fixed on his shaft, squirming a little, pulling against her bonds, her breath coming in shallow pants.

 He moved toward her and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back to stare at him. “You like it rough?” he purred, “You prefer the wicked, nasty villains to nice, gentle , safeheroes?"

 Morgen groaned. He knew her as well as he'd boasted. She squirmed, licking her dry lips again, feeling fresh juices leaking out of her as he spoke.

 Varik laughed again and pushed her head down, thrust his cock between her lips and began pumping her.

 She moaned again, loudly, her eyes fluttering shut as she ran her tongue over his exquisitely satiny, hot flesh. She sucked at him, squirming as she felt spasms tickle the flesh between her legs. She groaned and pulled at the ropes binding her to the headboard.

 He groaned as well, a deep sound of intense pleasure. “Yes ... very good...” he growled. “Suck a little, ah ... yes..."

 He felt her tremble, a sharp burst of chill and fire within her.

 She swirled her tongue over his flesh, sucking at it and scraping her teeth along him as he pushed in and out, grunting, pulling her hair.

 Morgen gasped, feeling herself coming again as he yanked and forced her to suck him. She gurgled and moaned loudly, stiffening as explosions of lightning and fire wracked her trembling body.

 Varik grunted and with a supreme effort, pushed Morgen away from him, falling back on the bed. He spread her legs as she continued to spasm. “Ahh...” he growled, “good ... yes ... come for me a little more, Morgen..."

 She forced her eyes open to see him on his knees between her legs, grinning demonically as she twitched and stiffened again. He took her by the hips and lifted her up a little. Varik licked her, slowly and thoroughly, cleaning every drop of juice from her quivering pink folds. The soft, slow scrape of his tongue was enough to make Morgen gasp raggedly and moan as another deep, consuming orgasm enveloped her. She whimpered, watching him bend to kiss, then suck her clit. Morgen trembled, tears coursing down her cheeks as she lost herself in yet another climax. Her body arced up, shaking as he sucked hard, then licked the fresh liquid that flowed out of her. He dipped his tongue into her body, feeling her spasms as he did so.

 "Mmmm...” he breathed against her flesh, “that's it, my love ... again..."

 And she did yet again, merely at the sound of his rich, seductive whispers. She screamed hoarsely, struggling against the ropes, her body sheathed in sweat, arching and trembling.

 Varik raised his head, smiling as he watched her. “Lovely...” he purred, and slid up her body to kiss her quivering lips, as his cock probed the over-sensitized and pulsing softness he'd just licked clean.

 Morgen moaned. “Yes...” she managed, her voice rough, almost pained, but thick with passion, “please, Varik, now ..."

 He kissed her again and with a fierce thrust, shoved himself into her tender body to the hilt. Morgen hissed sharply and he snickered nastily in her ear.

 Morgen tensed, trembled and moaned, her hips pushing up to meet his. “Oooohhhh ... Yes..."

 He began to thrust, hard and steadily as she matched his movements with her own. She strained at her bonds, groaning when he kissed her and bit at her ear. He pounded into her as she met each thrust, grunting as he moved faster. Her body shuddered with each impact.

 Morgen panted and squirmed, feeling herself coming again as he relentlessly hammered into her. She screamed.

 Varik vaguely heard Morgen screaming, but he felt the spasm of her body as it squeezed him and she trembled deep within. He grunted and slammed into her harder and faster, finally exploding deep inside her with a loud groan.

 Morgen whimpered and he collapsed atop her, burying his face in her neck, kissing and nuzzling her as she continued to tremble for a while.

 Finally, Morgen said weakly, “Varik..."

 He lifted his head a little. “Yes."

 "You're right."

 He smiled a little. “Of course I am."

 "Now what?"

 He kissed her. “I take you home."

 Morgen sighed as her body relaxed. “Where's home?"

 "You'll see."

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 THE ADVENTURES OF TAMARA SABLE
LOST CARGO

"Well, it's like this...” Tamara Sable started to say as she brushed a stray strand of hair out of her jewel-like deep blue eyes.

 Barrac Yarin glared at her, frowning, while she explained why the shipment he had paid for never made it to the destination. He grumbled as she mentioned the Directorate's confiscating his cargo.

 "I was lucky they didn't arrest me or take my ship.” Tamara said, sipping her coffee. When she noticed Barrac's dark expression, she sighed. “Look, Barrac. I've run cargo for you dozens of times. This has never happened before. You knew it was bound to happen one day. Let's just count ourselves lucky Gaston is Director now instead of Asher. If it had been Asher, I doubt you or I would be around to bitch about it."

 Still grumbling, Barrac considered the lovely young woman seated in front of his desk. He had known Tamara Sable two years. She was excellent, with a pristine reputation and very highly sought after in the ‘business'. She was also a well-known ex-performer at Vendalli's infamous ‘Club Sorcery'. He was grumpy, having just got off the comm with his customer, who was pissed at him and threatening to come to Aquila to wring his neck personally. Tamara's arrival and news didn't do much to improve his demeanor.

 Even the soft black leather jacket, tight black denims and the thin, stretchy shimmery black and silver lace top she wore didn't help. She bit her lip thoughtfully and took off her jacket.

 "I can give you your money back, of course,” she said easily. “But to make up for the lost cargo, well..."

 Barrac offered her a thin smile. The ambient light bounced off the silver filaments woven through the remarkable lace tank top as it stretched over her rather attractive breasts. He could see the outline of her cleavage and the shadows of her nipples beneath it. His smile deepened a bit, watching them rise and fall with her breath. “Maybe there is something you can do for me,” he said after a moment, bringing his eyes to her face. “To make up for the lost cargo."

 Tamara tilted her head to the side, a conspiratorial smile curving her lips. She leaned forward, resting an elbow on the edge of the desk, offering Barrac a tempting view of her considerable cleavage. “I think I know what you've got in mind,” she purred.

 Barrac smiled a bit more. “Come over here.” he said, gesturing with one hand as Tamara got up.

 The door to the office emitted a soft tone and a light on the doorlock flashed red. Tamara glanced at it as she came around the desk and slid into Barrac's lap. “So we won't be disturbed?” she asked, a soft giggle in her voice.

 Barrac's arm went around her back, wetting his lips with his tongue as he was given a close-up view of the soft depths of her cleavage. “Mmm hmm,” he muttered, looking down. He dipped his head and pushed his tongue down between her breasts, drawing it slowly out as she shivered in appreciation. He kissed the swelling rise of her left breast, then looked up at her. She was already flushed with pleasure and he grinned. “Like that, huh?"

 Tamara grinned back at him. “Yeah.” She ran her fingers through his short cropped blonde hair, kissing his forehead, and nibbling his ear, sucking the earlobe, silver stud and all, into her mouth a moment. He groaned. She let him go. “Why did we never do this before?” she asked, running her finger over his cheek and across his full lips to the short blonde spade beard he wore on his chin. She licked his lips, pulling away before he could draw her into a kiss.

 Barrac growled. “Because I am a good businessman and never fuck my employees.” He moved his hand up, under her lace top, over her smooth back and around to cup her breast as he pushed his other hand under the top, over her stomach, to cup the second. She moaned softly. “Until now."

 Tamara laughed in his ear as she suckled his earlobe, this one adorned with a platinum hoop and a sapphire stud. “I like your earrings” she murmured. “Well, consider this part of our business deal.” She licked his ear and kissed his cheek. “I'm a freelancer anyway, so it's not like I'm a full-time employee or anything."

 Barrac laughed. “Hey, that's right!"

 Tamara laughed along with him, making her breasts jiggle in his hands.

 He smiled at her.

 "That's nice,” he breathed, watching them. “It's certainly not like I haven't wanted to do this since the day you signed on with me."

 He licked his lips again and bent to kiss and suckle the exposed skin swelling from the top of her neckline.

 She moaned softly, squirming in his lap.

 He continued to kiss and suck on her skin as he squeezed and rubbed her breasts, the stretchy fabric of her top pulling taut as he engulfed her breasts with his hands. He eased the top's neckline over her nipples, now erect and hard under his fingers, then over the swelling globes of her full, soft breasts, until they were completely exposed to his gaze.

 "Mmm.” he mumbled, running his hands over them. “Gorgeous.” He grinned, lowering his head to one nipple and began to suck it.

 Tamara moaned, arching her back, pressing her breasts to his face. Her hands closed around his head, weaving through his hair, and unfastened the leather thong holding the noble's ponytail at the back of his head. She ran her fingers through the silky length of curly blonde hair that fell down the back of his neck. She groaned softly as he nipped at her skin with sharp teeth, kissed his way down one breast and up the other as she leaned around and nuzzled his neck, running her tongue up his skin as her hands played in his hair. She nuzzled his ear again, squirming as he sucked her nipple hard, kneading the large globes of flesh in his hands.

 "Ancestors...” Barrac said. “Your tits are every bit as nice as they look on holo."

 Tamara laughed again. “I didn't know those made it all the way out here to the outlands."

 Barrac laughed and looked up at her. “Shit yeah. Your calendar sells really well in the backwaters of this place. And the holo shoots you did for that Mason guy."

 Tamara grinned, pushing her hand between Barrac's legs. She giggled as she felt the hard bulge in the front of his denims. “I think we need to adjust our positions a bit, don't you?” She unfastened his belt and quickly undid his pants.

 Barrac chuckled again. “Oh yeah.” He leaned back in his chair and let Tamara do all the work. She reached into his pants and wrapped her hand around the hard length of his cock, smiling as she pulled it out and ran her thumb over the head. “Mmm.” she said, echoing him, “Nice."

 Barrac tugged at the waistband of her pants.

 Tamara unfastened and shoved them to the floor with one hand, the other slowly moving up and down the stiff length of his manhood. She licked her lips as she watched herself, stepping out of her denims at the same time. She wore a thin silver thong of a shiny fabric that clung to her crotch in a very wet fashion.

 He poked a hand into the side of her panties, feeling the silken flesh of her pussy, wet, swollen and very hot. He grinned, making a quick gesture with that hand. The straps holding the fabric on her body vanished and the fabric fell to the floor.

 "You must be a telekenetic.” she said with a giggle.

 Barrac grinned at her. “Specialist. It comes in handy sometimes.” He rubbed at her now exposed dewy flesh with long, thick fingers.

 She moaned, rubbing herself against him.

 He gave a deep sigh of pleasure as she continued to stroke him, slowly, rubbing the beads of wetness that appeared on the tip of his cock down the fleshy sides of his rock-hard member and over again. He watched his fingers slide and explore the darkening pink folds of her swelling pussy and the small red nub of her clit.

 She grew wetter as he did this, moaning louder with each caress. He rolled her clit around in his fingers, playing and twiddling with it until she had to lean against the desk for support. He grinned as she shuddered and came, quickly, screaming in pleasure. A fresh tide of hot juices covered his hand. He laughed, watching her, amazed at the hardness of her orgasm and the way she continued to stroke him even though her body trembled with the power of her own intense pleasure.

 When she subsided, he removed his hand and said, “Come up here.” He patted his lap.

 Tamara tried to catch her breath and straddled Barrac on his office chair. She slid down on top of his cock and he groaned as he felt himself slide deep into her tight, hot body. Tamara groaned with him, her head falling back, wine-dark hair spilling down her back as she pushed herself to his hilt, feeling him fill her pussy, poking deep into her. “You're so fucking hard...” she breathed, squirming a little. “I love being full of cock, especially one as hard as yours."

 Barrac moaned, grinning at her. “You're nice and tight. I didn't expect that from someone with as much experience as you have."

 Tamara moved slowly move up and then down on top of him. “I exercise,” she managed, then demonstrated by squeezing him with her vaginal muscles. His eyes widened and he gasped, groaning. “Shit!"

 "Oh yeah.” Tamara breathed, moving a bit faster, appreciating the groan that came from him as she did so. She leaned down and kissed him, opening his lips with hers and sucking his tongue. He groaned again, bucking his hips under her, moving faster.

 They were going faster, Tamara slammed herself down on his cock, kissing him as he squeezed and pulled on her breasts and nipples. Their groaning and the sound of the chair's springs protesting the force of their fucking filling the room.

 There was a noise at the door to the office. The door chime sounded but neither of them heard it, then a pounding on the door. The door slid open following the protesting sound of electronics being abused. A very pissed off looking Kalderan man stormed into the office and stopped short as he took in the scene behind the desk.

 "Yarin!"

 Tamara squealed, Barrac grunted, attempting to jump up, dumping Tamara on the floor under the desk. Barrac stopped himself in time and sat back down quickly, trying to adjust his clothing under the table.

 "What the hell?!” Barrac yelled, “How did you get in here, “Ranon?"

 "I broke your flimsy doorlock.” Ranon snapped. “Looks like you're not doing anything at all to locate my shipment."

 "Aw hell, Tor.” Barrac grumbled, noting the door had closed, at least. “I was. That's ... uh...” he flushed.

 Tamara had stopped him from fastening his pants and was now engulfing his still-hard cock with her mouth, sucking on him with abandon.

 He groaned.

 "Yeah?” Tor snapped, figuring full well what was going on under the table. “Yeah?"

 "That's ... Tam Sable."

 Tor's eyebrows went up. “A girl?"

 "Yeah.” Barrac groaned, trying to stay focused on Tor, even though Tamara's expert lips and tongue were bringing him very close to the edge. “We were, uh ... working out recompense..."

 Tor heard the slurping under the desk. His own member was hardening as he stood there. “Recompense, you say?” he said evenly, stepping closer to the desk. “She any good?"

 Barrac smiled dreamily. “Oh yeah..."

 Tamara had plunged several fingers into her pussy as she sucked Barrac off, moaning as she brought herself to orgasm again.

 Barrac grunted, moaning as he came in Tamara's mouth. Tamara gasped and swallowed, coming herself just then.

 Tor heard her and dropped heavily into a chair, rubbing the front of his pants, breathing a little harder than normal.

 Tamara finally poked her head out from under the table.

 "Tor wants the same deal.” Barrac said as she looked up at him, licking come off her lips with a grin.

 "Tor Ranon, right?” Tamara breathed, looking over her shoulder at the man slumped in the chair. He stared at her intently.

 "Yeah,” Ranon said, “but not until I see what you actually look like. Stand up."

 Tamara smiled and stood up, stretching luxuriously for his benefit.

 Tor's eyes widened and he smiled slowly.

 "Damn,” he muttered. “Very nice."

 Tamara looked over at him. “So, is it a deal?” she asked, “My compensation for losing your shipment?"

 "Come here."

 Tamara walked over to him.

 He ran a hand over her damp, hot body, caressing her full tits, smooth stomach, hips and thighs, rubbing the pink flesh between her legs. “I think so,” he said coolly. “You can fuck me, then we'll see."

 Tamara leaned down and kissed him. “I think you'll be more than pleased,” she murmured, nuzzling his ear as he began to squeeze her tits. She slid into his lap, reaching down and rubbing the bulge in his pants. “I really want to get fucked, bad. We were nearly there when you interrupted us."

 Tor Ranon glanced at Barrac. “Well, maybe you need both of us then?"

 Barrac smiled a bit. “I think she has a bit more she owes me."

 Tamara was busy unfastening Tor's pants and reaching inside to find his cock, when Tor said, “Yeah, one fuck isn't going to pay my losses, you know."

 Tamara smiled sweetly. “Of course not. Fuck me as many times and ways as you want until you're completely satisfied."

 "Shit,” Tor murmured, grunting as she caressed his cock, “You're serious?"

 Tamara smiled at him. “I like your cock, nice and thick.” Tor grunted again, adjusting his position in the chair to give her better access. She straddled him, her bare butt on his knees, exposing her very wet and dripping pussy to his view.

 He plunged three thick fingers into her and began pumping hard. “Are you serious?” he repeated, “I am not gentle with my women."

 Tamara nodded, looking him in the face. “I'm quite serious. I'm very well educated in this area. Trust me. I know what I'm agreeing to."

 Barrac was nearly ready to blow it again from just watching and listening to them. He groaned, rubbing his cock.

 Tamara moaned, squirming, as Tor added the rest of his fingers and began stretching her to accommodate his hand. The squishing, slurping sound from her pussy got louder as Tamara's moans turned into cries and she squirmed, thrusting against Tor's hand.

 Tor stopped her, just before she came again and pushed her hand away from his thick, hard member.

 "No, you're not coming until I'm satisfied, little slut.” he said in a low, deep voice. He picked her up and bent her across the desk. He rammed into her from behind and slammed hard into her pussy.

 Tamara screamed, writhing and thrusting back against him as he pounded her.

 Barrac reached out and began playing with her quivering tits, enjoying immensely the look on her face and the sound she was making as Tor jack-hammered into her body. Her entire body shuddered with each stroke.

 Barrac stood up, leaned a little over the desk, which wasn't really much more than a small table with some drawers on, and pushed his hard cock into her waiting mouth.

 Tamara immediately began to suck him, hard, so he started pumping her just as hard. He felt her teeth scrape over his flesh, felt the suction as she slurped at his head and took him as deeply into her throat as she could.

 Tamara was lost in the sensations slamming through her body. She was fucked hard by two very pleasantly endowed men, in a way she really liked. If these two were determined to get every Unit of their lost cargo out of her, she was going to have a very good time giving it to them.

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 THE LIFT

Tamara stepped into the Sapphire lift, noting as she did so, the VenChron on the lift lobby's wall.

 22:45.

 That accounted for the sparseness of passengers on the way to the commerce level. A tall, handsome man in a light brown jacket stood near the control panel and he smiled politely at her as she passed between the doors.

 She grinned back at him, looking forward to the prospect of a late-night shopping party with some of her friends from ‘Club Sorcery'.

 Doors closing, the lift hummed softly and zipped along toward the Sapphire level of the Vendalli's Resort torus. Soft, techno-inspired music filled the cabin and she leaned against the satiny sapphire-colored elevator wall, musing about nothing in particular as they rode along.

 She was thinking how nice her companion smelled when there was a lurch and the cabin of the lift was plunged into darkness.

 "I thought this wasn't supposed to happen in Vendalli's,” her companion said in a slightly surprised tone of voice.

 "I've never heard of one getting stuck,” Tamara replied. “But I suppose it happens occasionally."

 "Yeah, probably just a momentary thing.” He paused then said, “Even so, maybe I should use the emergency comm."

 Tamara smiled in the darkness. He had a nice, rich, sexy voice that she liked. “Okay,” she said, not really needing to, but wanting to be polite.

 She heard him poking around, then his voice, “Uh, yeah, Sapphire lift. No, I don't recall which number. There are two of us in here. Oh, okay. Thanks."

 She waited for him to finish. “So, what did they say?"

 "Two of the fusion reactors shut down. They aren't sure why, but they said there was nothing to worry about. They're working on the problem and told me they figured it would be about an hour or two.” He paused and when he spoke next, he sounded disappointed, “Well so much for hanging out with my friends. We were going to go to Club Sorcery."

 Tamara giggled. “I used to work there, actually. You and your friends regulars?"

 He was quiet a long moment. “Not ‘regulars', but we've gone there enough to know we'd like to be.” He was quiet again. “You ah—worked there, did you say?” he asked huskily. “That's interesting."

 Tamara smiled in the darkness, trying to recall what he looked like. “Yes, I did. I still do occasionally, for fun. All of my friends work there. I was actually going to go shopping with some of them tonight."

 "Hmmm,” was all he said but it was a very speculative ‘hmmm'.

 Tamara took a deep, long breath. “An hour or two, they said. Well..."

 She could feel the space within the elevator warm several degrees as he moved toward her.

 A twinge of excitement went through her as she felt his presence and she smiled. How fun!

 "Yeah,” he said, very close and his voice low and thick, “An hour or two. I think I've got an idea how we can spend the time."

 She smiled in the dark and turned toward him. “Funny, I think I may have the same idea."

 A touch of blunt, warm, strong fingers on her cheek brought her face up and she felt his lips on hers. She pressed against him, kissing him slowly at first. He slid his hand over her cheek, then down her neck to her shoulder. He pushed his tongue between her lips and she met it with her own, deepening the kiss as he slid a hand around her waist.

 The hand on her shoulder slid down, over the tight, stretchy sapphire blue lace top she wore, to caress the swell of her breast. She moaned into his mouth as jolts of electricity shot through her. Her hands moved over his chest, down to his hips and over his butt. He had a tight, firm butt and she pressed herself against him, feeling the hardness of his erection against her stomach.

 She was moaning much louder now, thrusting her tongue in and out of his mouth as he kissed her harder.

 His hand slid under the fabric of her top to push it up over her breast. He squeezed it in his hand, playing with her nipple as she groaned and kissed him back.

 He pushed her back against the wall of the lift, kissing her and playing with her breasts. He moved down to lick at her nipples, sucking them and making her scream as he nipped at her skin, pulling her nipples taut and sucking harder as he squeezed and twisted her.

 Tamara gasped, her head falling back against the wall, thrusting her chest out as he licked and sucked at her. “Oh...” she moaned, “Yes ... I love that..."

 He nipped her hard. She gasped.

 Sliding one hand down to the waistband of her denims, he unfastened them easily and dipped his fingers into her panties, into the damp softness there. Tamara gasped loudly, her hips thrusting up, against him.

 He chuckled again. “Ah ... nice...” Shoving her pants and panties down, over her hips, he plunged his fingers into her, growling under his breath as he felt her soft, hot wetness and he slid down her body, kissing and licking her exposed skin as he went.

 Tamara shivered with the sudden chill as she felt his tongue tickled her clit, then squealed as his lips enclosed it and began to suck. She tensed and cried out as a wave of sharp, electric pleasure spiraled out from her clit into the whole of her body. She squirmed, her hips thrusting against him of their own accord.

 He licked her, sucking on her tender, swollen flesh, poking his tongue into her as he explored her with his fingers. He thrust in and out of her cunny with his tongue and sucked and licked at the warm, fresh juices dribbling out of her.

 Tamara groaned, pulling on her nipples and squeezing her tits as she rocked her hips against him. He slid his fingers up, teasing and tickling her ass, then sliding one inside her as she groaned loudly, twitching a little. “Mmmmmm..."

 He slurped at her as she squirmed and moaned, one hand sliding a finger slowly in and out of her ass, the other tugging and tickling her clit.

 Tamara stiffened, trembling. She gasped loudly as jolts of lightning shot through her body, followed by deep, rolling waves of ecstasy. She writhed as she came, fresh, warm juices flowing out of her. He chuckled and licked at her, making her squeal and giggle when he scraped his tongue across her swollen, throbbing clit.

 She panted, burying one hand in his hair and pulling on it a little. “You ... next..."

 He laughed softly. “Yes..."

 She slid down the wall to kneel in front of him, kissing him, licking her juices off his lips and face as her hands explored his chest, sliding inside his leather jacket and easing it off his shoulders. She moved to nuzzle his ear, licking and nibbling at his throat as she did. He moaned softly in appreciation.

 His hands caressed and massaged her breasts, pulling on her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. She moaned, sucking on his earlobe. Sliding down his neck, she nuzzled him as she unfastened his shirt and kissed her way down his warm, bare chest.

 Her fingers found the waistband of his pants and quickly unfastened them. She slid her hand inside and wrapped it around the his warm, stiff length. His hiss of breath made her smile. She slid her hand up his silky member and lowered her lips to kiss the smooth, firm head.

 He moaned loudly.

 Tamara stuck out her tongue and scraped it across him, opening her lips and sliding them over slowly, sucking a little. He put his hand on her head, tangling his fingers in her hair as he did so. She slid him into her mouth and down her throat. She slid back up. Tamara sucked lightly at the head of his cock then slurped wetly along his length, sucking at his skin. He growled, gasping sharply as she bent down and taking one of his balls into her mouth, sucked it then did the same to the other.

 Smiling, she slid her lips back up him, licking and sucking as she went. She took him into her mouth again and began to bob up and down, slowly, sucking lightly and firmly. She listened with satisfaction to his moaning and grunting as she quickened her pace, sucking harder, sliding her hand along his now slippery skin.

 She slid her other hand between her own legs and along her oversensitive and swollen clit. She gasped a little and began to go a little faster.

 He growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. He pulled on her head, pushing her up and down as she slurped him faster and sucked him harder. She moaned herself, scraping her fingernail across her clit and shivering from the energy bolt that shot through her at the sensation.

 He thrust his hips against her, pumping her mouth with his cock until she had to stop her own bobbing and let him fuck her as she moaned and sucked at him.

 His breath came faster, in great gulps, as he pistoned into Tamara's hot, wet mouth. She continued to suck on him, her hand playing with his balls, pulling on them and squeezing them lightly. She pushed three of her fingers into her pussy and began to pump them in and out of her as she sucked him. He grabbed her head with both hands and pushed it up and down as he thrust with his hips. Tamara squirmed, her own playing making her orgasm again as well as sucking him off.

 With a loud growl, he slammed his cock down her throat and shuddered, his entire body going stiff as he exploded into her mouth.

 She cried out, her mouth full, trembling, swallowing hard and sucking relentlessly on his throbbing, twitching member until he shuddered again and had to push her head away from him.

 He gave a low, shaking laugh and she heard him slump back on the floor. She giggled, licking her lips.

 "Mm.” she said quietly. “That was good."

 "Uh yeah...” he agreed, the chuckle still in his voice, “Really good ... You're great..."

 Tamara giggled again and crawled toward him, licking her fingers. She found and leaned over him, kissing him, rubbing her breasts against his chest. He grabbed her and kissed her back, his hand reaching down to squeeze her butt. She climbed atop him, rubbing her wet, slick pussy against his rapidly hardening cock. “Wanna fuck me now?” she murmured against his lips.

 He smiled. “Yeah..."

 His hands slid around her ass and he poked a finger into her and pumped her, making her moan loudly.

 She slid her hips against his cock and it poked up into her pussy making her groan and squirm. She rocked her hips, sliding up and down his cock, squeezing him with her vaginal muscles, smiling at his response of pleasure.

 He continued to poke his finger in and out of her ass and she arched her back. He leaned his head up to lick her breast and suck a nipple into his mouth as she writhed atop him. He thrust his hips lightly against her, sucking her breast and nipping lightly at her nipple.

 She moaned and he switched to the other breast, licking and nipping at her full, soft skin.

 She felt him become firm as she squeezed and slid against him, rocking her hips as he finger-fucked her ass. She smiled at how good he felt inside her.

 "Mmmm,” she murmured as she bounced, loving the dark and the sensation of his lips sucking her shuddering tits. She was sure he was nice and wet and slick by now.

 "Hmmm...” She slowed and climbed off him. “Back here, please...” she whispered, getting to her hands and knees.

 She heard him move around behind her. “Yeah ... good idea,” he muttered. She felt his cock poking at her ass. It was slick and firm and he very slowly slid it into her with such a sensuous, steady pressure Tamara nearly climaxed on the spot. She groaned loudly though, shivering. “Oooohhh ... yes...” she managed, “That is just ... incredible..."

 He grunted, fingers digging into the flesh of her butt as he hilted himself within her. She trembled, shuddering a little. Slowly, he pulled himself back a little, then pushed back in.

 She gasped, stiffening and groaning as explosive currents shot through her. Fresh hot, musky scented juice flowed from her cunny and dribbled down her legs as she shuddered and gasped.

 He chuckled softly, pulled back again, then pushed back into her. Then he began to pump. Slowly at first, then picking up speed as she adjusted to his girth and the sliding got easier.

 She came again, spasm tearing through her body, making her cry out.

 He grinned with satisfaction when she orgasmed, grunting as he sped up his thrusts, pistoning his hard cock into her willing, trembling ass. He felt his own climax fast approaching as Tamara screamed again, writhing in ecstasy.

 She rocked her hips against his thrusts, sending him deeper and squeezing him almost painfully each time her body dissolved in throes of orgasmic pleasure.

 It was her last climax that finally sent him over the edge. Spasms raked her body, vibrating up and down the length of his oversensitive, tightly sheathed cock. He lost it then, crying out himself as he shot himself deep into her ass.

 Tamara grunted, shivering in pleasure, twitching as she gasped, still lost in her own orgasm. He grunted and growled, weakly pumping against her as he spent himself, until he was finished and she had subsided into a shaky paroxysm of shivers and moans.

 "Uhh...” he managed after a while, “Tamara ... that was fantastic..."

 She giggled weakly. “Yes, it was,” she managed, “It was sooo sexy ... in the dark..."

 He slowly pulled himself out of her and sat back on the floor, touching and gathering her to him. He slid back against the wall and she leaned against him, her head on his shoulder, lazily nuzzling his neck.

 He toyed with her breast and they both laughed softly as they cuddled for a while.

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 TAMARA GOES EXPLORING

Tamara looked around her. She was in another chamber, this one much bigger and not so empty. It was carved from the same reddish colored granite, glittering and smooth. She walked into the cavern, another, larger oval.

 An oval pedestal dominated the center of the room, exquisitely carved as though it was a part of the chamber itself. Smiling, Tamara ran her hands over it and murmured in appreciation of its beauty and sensual smoothness. It was as warm as the wall had been and as she caressed it, she knew the pedestal was an altar and had been used in sexual rituals. That made her smile.

 As she proceeded further into the chamber, she saw statues, masculine and feminine, humanoid and nude, gracing the back curve of the chamber's wall. She walked over to them, running her hand appreciatively over their perfectly rendered bodies. At the very back curve of the wall was what appeared to be a false entranceway, carved from the stone, in relief from the wall. She knew many ancient cultures used forms of these false doors as offering stations or shrines to the dead. But this place wasn't supposed to have been a tomb and this door was full size. From the look of the room behind her, this was a ritual chamber or sanctuary, so this probably was a door, as there was no other way out of this room.

 Flanking the false door was a male and female statue, one to each side.

 She looked at the figures. They were so realistic that they almost seemed alive.

 Tamara ran her hand over the chest of the male figure, down its stomach, to the prominent erection it had been carved with. The detail was perfect and the stone felt amazingly warm beneath her fingers. She licked her lips slowly, feeling warm herself as she considered what it would feel like to slide herself over that hard, warm, smooth cock and bounce herself up and down atop it. She blinked, feeling her body twitch at the idea.

 Looking closer at the statue, she realized he'd been carved in such a way that she could climb atop him and straddle that fine erection quite nicely. She ran her fingers over him again, feeling herself become very wet at the idea and unfastened the closures to her tailored black cotton shorts, pushing them down over her hips and burgundy leather boots. The black satin thong she wore joined the shorts on the floor and Tamara giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hoisted herself atop that thick, smooth granite cock.

 She wrapped her legs around the waist of the statue, positioned her now wet, slightly swollen pussy against the rounded head and slowly began to slide herself down over it. It was shockingly warm inside her, completely, as though it were not a statue but a real man and Tamara groaned, shuddering. Tiny shocks ran through her body at the sensation the hard thickness filling her created and she leaned against the chest of the statue as she began to bob up and down, slowly, moaning with pleasure.

 Her nipples hardened against the thin fabric of the lacy ruby tanktop she wore, rubbing against the solid planes of the statue's chest. She began to pant, bouncing faster now, feeling spirals of deep-seated pleasure rise within her as she fucked the statue hard. Her breasts strained against the confines of the top, each bounce forcing the neckline lower. The shoulder straps fell to her arms. Her large, soft, round breasts jiggled and slowly spilled from the neckline of the tanktop, her nipples poking out from it to caress the chest of the statue.

 Tamara stiffened, moaning. Her body twitched and spasmed, sending bolts of electricity through her. She gasped and cried out, throwing her head back, arms and legs tight to the body of the figure.

 Hands cupped her breasts, thumbs rubbing hard against her swollen nipples and she screamed, coming again, purely from the shock of it. Her sapphire eyes flew open and connected with onyx black eyes in a very real masculine face with thick, cinnamon colored hair. He smiled at her with full, sensual lips which she was immediately kissing as his hands kneaded and massaged her tits while she continued to bounce atop his now very warm and real cock.

 His mouth was hot and wet, his lips warm, smooth, his tongue powerful and possessive. Tamara groaned in pleasure as he kissed her, one hand leaving her breasts to cup her ass and bounce her even harder and faster atop him.

 He pushed her back suddenly and Tamara fell atop the altar. She hadn't even been aware they had moved. He was still inside her, now atop her and pounding into her body with lusty abandon. She tensed and moaned loudly, rushes of sensation filling her, exploding into millions of fiery spasms. She arched her back and grabbed her tits, pulling on her nipples and coming again. Her pussy slapped wetly against his soaked balls as he continued to pump her while her sheath squeezed his shaft with her orgasms. She screamed again and he chuckled softly.

 He exploded inside her, tensing and groaning, filling her up with come. His cock continued to pulse as he filled her to overflowing. Tamara gasped, coming again. Her pussy twitched and her body shuddered in ecstasy.

 The fiery-haired man leaned close to her, deep inside her still-trembling body and whispered, “You have done well, Tamara Sable. Welcome to Sybar."

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 CRASH LANDINGS

Tamara made her way across the forest floor and stumbled over the thick mass of roots. She grumbled to herself as she grazed her shoulder against the rough bark of a tree and sighed.

 Crashing on this planet was a nightmare from the beginning. She didn't know where the hell she was, and all she'd seen so far was damp, smelly, murky swamp and forest.

 She stumbled a little further, into a relatively dry clearing covered with blue-green grassy stubble, and dropped to the ground with a disgusted grunt.

 She pulled her leather flight jacket closer around herself and brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.

 A light, icy drizzle began to fall just then and Tamara groaned louder.

 "Fuck,” she spat. “Hell."
 * * * *

Karayan chuckled softly.

 Dirandans were supposed to know better than to land here. The agreement the elders had with the Dirandan Directorate was that no unauthorized crafts were to violate Latharna's airspace, especially if they could be seen by the common people. If he could locate the pilot, he'd have an advantage over Elders. He could use such an advantage to further his own magical career.

 The pilot was a stunning Dirandan woman with hair the color of wine and clear, bright blue eyes.

 She sat up, unholstered her weapon and fired it at a nearby lightning struck stump. It made a loud discharge and the stump exploded in a black cloud of charcoal. She smiled grimly and dropped the weapon back into its holster.

 Karayan hefted his sablewood runestaff and walked into the clearing.
 * * * *

Tamara didn't jump but she was surprised. She unholstered her pistol again, and trained it on the tall, robed man who appeared in the clearing. Standing slowly, she asked, “Who are you?” in Standard, hoping he understood her.
 * * * *

About all Karayan caught was ‘who', but it was enough. Considering her, he grinned. The woman was clearly Dirandan, with the slender, sharp features and large gemstone colored eyes of her race. Her robust body was sheathed in snug black pants of a kind of twill-weave, a sleeveless, thin, violet cotton tunic, that clung enticingly to her generous curves and a fitted black leather jacket.

 "Karayan Varick,” he said flawless Dirandan. “You have landed illegally."

 The woman blinked. “Where—?"

 "Latharna."

 She frowned. “Then I'm hell and gone from the course I started out on."

 Karayan nodded. “Quite likely."

 "And in a lot of trouble.

 He offered a rather nasty grin. “Quite true."

 Tamara holstered her gun.

 She looked at the Latharnan man in front of her, leaning casually on a satiny, charcoal colored staff engraved with strange characters. His face was sharply handsome, intelligent, with a crafty cast to it. Long wine colored hair was caught loosely in a black leather thong at the nape of his neck. He wore rich, crimson brocaded robes over his black leathers.

 "Somehow I don't think you're the guy in charge around here,” Tamara said.

 Karayan chuckled. “True, but I am a runemaster and chaos sorcerer. I wouldn't try to use that weapon, should you consider it. I'm the best bet you've got for escape from Latharna."

 "Is that so?” Tamara smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.

 Karayan's insolent gaze followed that gesture, sliding appreciatively over her. “It is."

 Taking a step toward her, he hefted his staff and the symbols carved into it seemed to catch the ambient light, shimmering a pewter color as he moved through the clearing.

 "Once the Elders figure out you're here—and they will—they're going to come looking for you. If I should turn my back on you, you'll suffer more at their hands, not only for being an unauthorized Dirandan, but a Dirandan with only average ability."

 He stopped about two feet away from her. “If you were a Crystal Master or Sorcerer, you'd have some bargaining power. As it is...” He tilted his head to the side, assessing her with his glittering storm grey eyes. “You need me, and I think you realize that. I am a not inconsiderable magician. If we agree to work together, we can both get something out of this."

 Tamara looked at him quietly for a bit.

 "You're right,” she said finally.

 Karayan smiled. “I would have a name from you then, Dirandan."

 "Tamara Sable."

 "Tam Sable?” he exclaimed in astonished amusement, “By Loki, I thought you a man."

 "I get that a lot,” she said, smirking in spite of herself. “I'm surprised anyone knows about me here."

 "There's not much that goes on anywhere that my Patron does not know about,” Karayan said with a touch of smugness in his voice. “Thus, I know much."

 Tamara ran her tongue over her lips as she looked at him. He stepped closer to her. “Loki, I take it, is your patron?” she said slowly, her breathing quickening as her eyes fixed on his.

 Karayan nodded. “Among other things, I am what your people call a Priest. Loki's High Priest to be exact. Favored by the Clever One.” He trailed a finger down her cheek and slid it under her chin, lightly but firmly drawing her face toward his.

 "Oh,” Tamara mumbled, moving toward him.

 She'd not seen hair that color in a long time. His eyes were like silvery black hematite.

 He pressed his lips to hers and slid his hand down over her throat to her shoulder. Slipping inside her jacket, he trailed warm fingers over the full roundness of her breast and cupped it, squeezing it a little and she moaned softly into his mouth.

 He kissed her deeply, wrapping his other arm around her waist.

 She felt the staff press against her back as he pulled her tight against him, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She moaned louder, her arms sliding around his waist, inside the heavy velvet robes. Her hips pressed against his and she felt the hard length of him rub her stomach. She twitched, her hips pushing against him as he kissed her deeper, sucking on her tongue and plunging in and out of her mouth. His staff rubbed her butt slowly, sliding up and down against her as his hand slid under her top and began pulling on her nipple. She squirmed against him, panting, as she felt him slide his staff between her legs and begin to rub it against her.

 He stopped kissing her, grinning. “Like that?” he murmured, pushing her top up over her breasts as he rubbed his shaft against her.

 Tamara reached down to wrap her hands around it and began to slide along it, groaning.

 Her breasts bounced and Karayan watched her, letting go of the staff to watch her a moment.

 With a quick twist of his fingers, he tore Tamara's violet top off, the thin fabric giving way easily. Taking each nipple between his finger and thumb, he twisted them hard, pulling them with each bounce. She gasped, shuddering a little.

 "Fuck me,” she moaned, squirming, riding the staff like a witch on a broom, her breasts bouncing harder. “Oh...” she groaned, shivering, “Gods, this feels so good...” She slid along his staff, the runes glowing brighter as she did so.

 He could smell her musky scent and twisted her nipples again, watching her face as she came with a cry. He laughed softly and pulled the staff away from her, tossing it gently aside, into the moss. It continued to glow for a while as he took Tamara by the shoulders and slid her down to her knees.

 Tamara mmmed softly as he buried his fingers in her hair and pushed her head towards his hips. His belt unfastened and she reached up as his swollen cock pushed its way free of his quickly unlaced pants.

 He pushed her head down and she obediently opened her mouth to slide over his thick, smooth head and began to suck. He shivered and began pumping her mouth, his hands pulling on her silky auburn hair.

 Tamara moaned loudly. Wet, slurping and sucking sounds filled the clearing.

 "Yes...” he growled, “that's it ... very good...” He thrust faster, grunting as she moaned and gasped.

 She sucked on him, hard, swirling her tongue over his cock, scraping her teeth against his sensitive skin.

 He pulled her hair, shoving her up and down as his hips thrust harder and he growled, stiffening. Then with a loud groan, he began to pulse, hard, his come spurting down her throat.

 Tamara swallowed and kept sucking as he came, as he continued to jerk and spasm in her mouth.

 Finally he tore her head away from his cock and pushed her backward.

 She fell into the grass.

 He looked at her a moment, then came down on top of her, kissing her hard. He moved aside. “Take off your boots and pants."

 Tamara immediately moved to obey him.

 Karayan watched her with a smile as he shucked his own clothes.

 In only her slim leather flight jacket, she knelt on the grass in front of him, legs spread, the light sprinkling of soft curls between her legs glistening and wet. Her enticing round curves flushed pink, her large, soft breasts thrust from the front of her jacket invitingly. She licked her lips and watched him. As she did, she slid one hand between her legs. Her hand began to move, a soft wet sound coming from her. She moaned.

 "Oooh ... Karayan,” she breathed, “I'm so wet ... I need you to fuck me in the worst way..."

 He grinned. “Do you?” he teased, standing in front of her, just out of her reach, his thick cock beginning to harden again and turning a deep shade of reddish purple as he watched her.

 Tamara slid her fingers into her pussy and began to thrust, her thumb playing with her swollen clit. “You seem to be doing fine on your own."

 Tamara licked her lips again. “Yes, but I need you ... your nice, thick cock in me, filling me...” she said, wriggling. “Come on, I know you're ready again..."

 He considered her, then picked up his staff. He pushed her down onto her back and spread her legs.

 Tamara watched him as he pulled her hand from her sopping wet pussy, then slid his staff slowly into her. She groaned loudly. The staff was thick and hard, smooth and warm. As he pushed it into her, it warmed and she gasped, squirming.

 Grinning, he watched Tamara's juices stream down over the runes, causing them to glow even brighter.

 "Like that?” he asked her softly, caressing her swollen clit with his free hand.

 Tamara's answer was a loud moan and tremble. She twitched her hips against the staff once, twice, then groaned as he slid it slowly out a little, then back in. She shuddered. “Ohh ... Yes ... fuck me with your staff..."

 She reached down to wrap her hand around the thick, hot shaft invading her and Karayan smiled as she shuddered again. “It's so big...” she whispered. “Fuck me with it ... please."

 He began to pump the staff slowly, in and out of Tamara's dripping pussy. She groaned and squirmed, thrusting her hips against it.

 He murmured and a soft shudder went through the staff. It began to vibrate inside her.

 Tamara gasped loudly. “Oh! Yes!” she cried out, squirming. “Yes!"

 He began to pump it faster, and she responded, writhing, moaning and shaking. He leaned over her and sucked on her shuddering tits, licking the quivering mounds of flesh, sucking her stiff and swollen nipples.

 She screamed, arching her back, pushing her breasts against his face.

 A gesture, and the staff began moving of its own accord, fucking her as Karayan concentrated on her lovely, big breasts, burying his face between them, squeezing, pulling, twisting them, enjoying the view as they shook with each thrust and squirm.

 He then lifted her and turned her over. “On your hands and knees.” he muttered in her ear, sucking her earlobe.

 The staff continued to fuck her without stopping as Karayan straddled it and brought his own staff to bear on Tamara's ass. He smacked the full, round flesh with it a couple of times, then slid between, prodding her.

 Tamara groaned, “Ooooohhh ... yes ... fuck my ass too..."

 He grinned and pushed his cock deep into Tamara's gorgeous, tight ass.

 She gave a sharp, shuddering gasp then moaned so loudly it seemed to echo through the forest around them. He could feel his staff continuing its enchanted activity beneath him, lightly brushing his balls with each thrust. That only helped to increase his pleasure as he filled her and began to fuck her ass with abandon.

 Tamara shuddered, the sensation of two thick, hard lengths inside her, vibrating and thrusting hard and fast, driving all coherent thought out of her mind. “Oh...” she groaned, “I'm sooo full ... ! Yes ... yes ... harder ... oh, fuck me harder!” The pounding increased and Tamara groaned loudly, gasping. She writhed and rocked, her body stiffening in continuous explosive bursts of pleasure.

 Karayan felt her come over and over, her body stiffening and twitching around him. Through his magical extension into his staff, he felt her sheath twitch and squeeze it as she orgasmed again and again and he groaned softly, feeling his own body respond to her. He twitched, pulsed and exploded, shooting his own juices deep into her body, with a loud, long groan of release.

 Tamara continued to come as Karayan's staff continued to fuck her. She was panting and shaking, her voice hoarse.

 Finally, Karayan withdrew the staff and Tamara collapsed on the soft moss with a shuddering moan.

 He slid down beside her.

 "Very, very, very nice.” he muttered after a long while. “You're one of the best fucks I've ever had."

 Tamara turned hazy, soft ocean-blue eyes towards him. “Yeah,” she managed in a thick voice. “Oohh yeah ... I have got to do that again..."

 Karayan chuckled. “Oh yes. And again, and again."

 His fingers curled around the staff and, placing a hand on Tamara's exposed breast, he grinned.

 The two of them vanished.

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 THAT WHICH I DESIRE

Irisa Latham lifted her head out of the dirt and leaves and looked around her.

 Every muscle in her body ached from the hard fall she'd taken and she slowly pushed herself up. As she did, she heard a soft, low snicker that sent a chill shooting through her, her already tired and aching body going rigid. She froze, where she was and closed her eyes a long moment.

 She felt her heart pounding in her chest, her stomach clenching tightly as she felt his presence coming closer. His soft, nasty snickering assured her that this unfortunate accident was in reality, nothing of the sort.

 She gathered herself and got to her feet.

 "Captain Derian,” she said softly, brushing leaves, dirt and grass from her soft, brown leather jacket and fluffy grass-green tail, fighting to maintain an attitude of cool aplomb, “you're making a mistake."

 "Oh, I don't think so."

 Renwyk Derian smiled. The ambient sunlight caught strands of gold in the fine sable-black fur covering his face, glinting off his tufted, pointed ears. He showed a row of sharp white teeth that made Irisa step back in spite of herself.

 Absently, she moistened her lips with her tongue and frowned intently at him. She ran a hand across the fine satiny fur on her forehead, brushing stray silver-white curls away from her face. She was rather dismayed when her fingers came away damp.

 Renwyk chuckled again and she glanced up sharply at him.

 He had stopped only a few feet from her and leaned back on one leg, considering her. A thin, calculating smile crossed his lips and his intensely rich blue eyes slitted.

 He wore a long, black leather captain's coat, trimmed in gold over a dark, royal blue shirt. His tailored black leather pants were tucked into a pair of tall black boots. On one hip was holstered his plasma pistol, but it wasn't the gun that concerned her. No, it was the aura of barely contained sorcerous power he had, the very power, in fact, that had finally run her to ground here on this dusty, dirty backwater planet.

 She swallowed hard, looking up at him apprehensively.

 Renwyk continued to gaze coolly at her, towering over her; tall, massive and imposing. His gold-sheened thick sable hair was gathered loosely at the nape of his neck with a navy leather thong, and he wore one narrow golden hoop at the tip of his ear. She blinked up at him, fighting against her own fear and the powerful desire to break and run again. His long, slender black tail swished slowly, hypnotically, back and forth, brushing the scattered dead leaves littering the forest floor behind him. He said nothing, arms crossed over his chest, almost as though daring her to try to escape ... knowing she wouldn't succeed.

 She swallowed hard, her own peridot eyes narrowing at him. “It was an accident,” she breathed, not sure why she was going into this again, but the look in his eyes was frighteningly intense and it was doing things to her insides that were beginning to scare her. “I don't know how many times—"

 Renwyk's hand shot out, long, leather-clad fingers closing tightly around her arm, jerking her toward him.

 Irisa gasped sharply, her words lost as she stumbled forward, her tail and free arm flailing about trying, to regain her balance.

 "I don't care what you want me to believe, Irisa...” he snarled, pulling her harshly against his solid chest. “I know what you intended ... and trust me, I plan to make you pay for it."

 She swallowed hard. “No, Renwyk,” she said, fighting to keep her voice even and unemotional, but it shook anyway. “I know what it looked like, but all I wanted was to get out of there alive ... I didn't set off the charge ... I wanted to..."

 His eyes narrowed, sparks flashing dangerously within them and his fingers tightened on her arms.

 She swallowed hard. “At the last moment though, I-I couldn't , Renwyk ... I just couldn't ... I'm not that heartless."

 His snarl was low and it gave her chills. “You left me there, even so, Irisa. Left me to die on a ship that was self-destructing ... Who else could have set off the charges, Irisa?"

 She struggled in his painful embrace, turning her head away from the accusation in his eyes. “No, Renwyk, don't do this again,” she said, breathlessly. “It-it wasn't me. Yes, I'd set the charges. Yes, I'd planned on detonating them, but I didn't . I-I couldn't. No matter what, I-I couldn't kill you in cold blood like that. I knew there was another escape pod on the ship. And I didn't know the charges had been detonated until there was nothing I could do about it, Renwyk..."

 His grip had caused her arms to go numb by now.

 "It-it had to be Acwel..."

 "Acwel!” he spat.

 "Yes.” She wet her lips nervously, looking up at him. “He wanted you out of the way. Even I knew about it. He wanted your ship and crew, Renwyk. He must have found the charges and detonated them, thinking it to be an easy way to rid himself of you."

 Renwyk glared at her. “Acwel was my first mate, Irisa,” he snarled. “He would have thrown himself on his sword for me. How dare you accuse him—"

 "I'm not lying, Renwyk!” she cried, struggling. “Dammit, do you really believe I'm that horrible a person?"

 "Acwel is dead , Irisa...” Renwyk hissed, yanking her forward, crushing her against his chest. “He died in that explosion ... the explosion you intended for me ..."

 "Renwyk,” she managed, her breathing tight and short, her heart pounding, “please, you must believe that it wasn't me ... that I couldn't do it...” She tried to raise her hands to push at him, but it did no good at all. “Let me go, Renwyk.” She squirmed in his vise-like grip, “Please, I'm telling the truth.” She wet her lips again and moaned softly. “I-I swear by Pakhit I am."

 He glared at her, this short, silky, jade-colored Larune woman, her liquid peridot eyes fixed fearfully on his own, her breathing hard and fast. The soft, round curves of her body pressed tightly against his own. He frowned, feeling the trembling within her, the fear radiating off her in waves. The intensity of it was almost palpable and he found himself growling softly in his throat.

 She was telling the truth.

 He frowned slightly and his fingers tightened even more on her slender arms, the leather of her soft jacket and his thick gloves creaking faintly in the silence that filled the clearing.

 A soft, pained moan came from her and he looked down.

 "Please, Renwyk,” she whispered, pulling rather weakly at her arms, “let me go ... please."

 "I don't think so,” he purred, his eyes still narrowed, “perhaps you are telling the truth, though I still think you're wrong about Acwel..."

 She shook her head, her lips falling open to protest, but he cleared his throat and his hands squeezed her hard enough that she gave a soft cry of pain.

 " However,” he said, his voice still soft, but steely, “you still owe me ... for setting the charges in the first place."

 Irisa began to tremble.

 Renwyk found that immensely satisfying, as was her reaction when he leaned close to her and whispered, with a soft, demonic chuckle, “I do believe I know how you can repay me."

 She gasped sharply at the darkly lascivious sound in his deep voice.

 "What do you mean?” she asked warily, drawing back as much as she could from the villainous smile that curved his lips. Her tail twitched nervously against what she knew to be a large tree behind her.

 She was cornered.

 "'Repay’ you?"

 Renwyk's wicked chuckle sent chills through her, followed by an insidious momentary burst of heat. It made her flush slightly beneath the fine layer of jade fur covering her body. She moaned a little and turned her head away, which only made him do it again.

 "I think you've got something of an idea, Irisa, my pet,” he whispered in her ear, caressing it with his lips as he did so, “something we ought to have done much earlier than this ... Perhaps you wouldn't have felt so much like blowing me up then."

 Irisa shivered, not wanting the touch of his lips to send little bursts of fire through her veins. She didn't want herself groaning softly as she felt him kiss her lightly, nibbling at her, running his tongue over the sensitive curve of her own triangular, tufted ear, his warm breath against her fine, silky fur making her tremble, making her heart pound.

 "Oh...” she breathed, “P-please, I don't think this is—"

 "Irisa,” he whispered, “it doesn't matter what you think you want ... your body wants this ... and I think you always have, no matter how much you might deny it to yourself.” He moved down to kiss her neck, and she groaned.

 "Renwyk..."

 She gasped sharply as his lips were suddenly on hers, effectively smothering any further protest as he pushed her back against the trunk of the tree. She stiffened, pushing against him, but he was undeterred. He pressed against her harder, his hands loosening from her arms to slide over her shoulders and inside her jacket. Irisa squirmed as Renwyk's kisses seared her lips, possessing them, persuading them to open for him, forcing her to return his passion.

 She'd never expected him to be this good at it.

 She moaned again, as his hot, moist tongue pushed into her mouth, finding hers, teasing, toying with her as she shifted against him, gasping softly. His hands moved over her body, exploring, caressing, making her squirm in pleasure, despite herself.

 Despite who he was. What he was to her.

 Despite everything.

 Irisa's heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it as he sucked her tongue. His hands slipped up under the fitted mint green top she wore beneath her jacket, sliding expertly over the smooth fur and finding the firm, rounded swells of her breasts. She stiffened as she felt his fingers slide over her ... felt his thumbs brush her incredibly sensitive and hard nipples ... groaned as she felt, more than heard the low, wicked chuckle that came from deep within him, even while he continued to possess her mouth with his.

 She turned her head as he rubbed her nipples with his thumbs, breaking the kiss, her breath coming in shallow pants. “Renwyk, I-I can't ... Not with you ... Especially you..."

 He chuckled again. “Yet you will, Irisa. I will take you and you will love it."

 She moaned softly, squirming as he continued to toy with her breasts and nipples, pushing feebly at his chest, but unable to do much more. She leaned heavily against the trunk of the tree while Renwyk continued to nuzzle her throat.

 "No, Renwyk,” she whispered, her hands sliding up his hard, muscular arms. Her breath caught as she felt the strength of them through the smooth, warm leather of his captain's coat. “Ooh, please, don't do this..."

 He smiled against her throat. “Mmm, Irisa,” he breathed, “your scent betrays your words, my sweet. You're intoxicating, this close."

 She groaned, squirming, as he pulled his hands from her shirt, only to quickly twist his fingers in it.

 "No, Renwyk,” she breathed again, but gasped in acute pleasure as his lips found hers again and she was suffused with a heavy, throbbing wave of heat that filled her mind...

 ...and for long, long moments all she could do was feel ...

 Feel ...as the cool air suddenly ruffled her fur, chilling her skin, tightening her nipples...

 Feel ...Renwyk's burning lips left hers and trailed down her throat to the rise of her firm rounded breasts. His tongue tickled and teased her nipples, making her gasp with sharp, powerful bursts of electric pleasure. The smooth, hot firmness of his full, sensual lips sent spirals of sensation through her as he took a nipple between them and began to suck.

 Irisa stiffened, feeling her body react to his erotic mastery, just as he'd wanted. He suckled and kissed her, licking and nibbling, her breasts until Irisa was panting and restless, writhing against the tree behind her. He moved back up her body to her lips while he busied himself with her belt and the fastenings to her pants. She stiffened only a little as he quickly slipped them off her hips, so distracted was she by his dizzying kissing and the powerful sensations flowing through her body. When his fingers slipped through the silvery-white curls between her legs, dipping delicately into the hot her honeyed flesh, Irisa stiffened and gasped sharply.

 Renwyk smiled against her lips. “Relax, my pet,” he whispered, “you've nothing to hide from me any longer. If I'd been at all unsure of your honesty up till this point, this—” he slid his fingers sensuously along her swollen flesh until she was moaning softly again, “would have convinced me beyond a doubt.” He suckled her lip, drinking in her moans, feeling the heat continuing to build inside her, as well as himself, at her uninhibited reaction to him. “You love this, pet. Most likely even more, simply because it's me ."

 "Ooh,” Irisa managed, her voice nearly a groan as Renwyk's fingers continued to caress her, as his lips nuzzled her throat and moved back down to her breasts, kissing and suckling her as he went, “I-I ... oooh, Renwyk..."

 He pulled a nipple back into his mouth, kneeling before her and she groaned again, sensuously arcing her back.

 "I—I never dared to imagine—"

 He laughed wickedly, sending chills through her even as his fingers were creating intense, swirls of heat within her body.

 "I doubt that, pet. You react too well, your voice caresses my name too much for this to be entirely new to you."

 She groaned again and he grinned up at her, licking the marble-hard tip of a swollen, jade colored nipple. His gaze locked with hers the entire time and she shuddered, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue.

 "In your wildest fantasies, Irisa, in the blackest deep-space night, perhaps?” he whispered, slipping his fingers along her throbbing female flesh, loving the sensation of her silky curls, slick and dampened by her own juices as they tickled his hand,

 Irisa stiffened, flushing pinkly beneath the fresh, soft fairy-green of her fur, but even so, her delicately beautiful, silvery head inclined, ever so slightly, to him.

 "Yes, Renwyk,” she breathed, her voice low and sultry. “Pakhit help me, yes ... "

 His laugh was full and wickedly triumphant, and it vibrated insidiously through her.

 Irisa shuddered again, groaning, unable to stifle the gasp that followed this, brought on by the most powerful wave of heat she'd yet experienced. A hot, burning, intense wave of extreme, wanton pleasure crashed through her being with the force of a tidal wave. She quivered on her feet, whimpering, the heat rising in her face as she heard Renwyk chuckling again, though it seemed through a haze of exquisite sensation.

 She was falling...

 ...then his arms, his strong arms, were around her and she slumped against him, sobbing.

 "It can be a powerful thing, my sweet Irisa,” he whispered in her ear, kissing it gently as she continued to shudder, “realizing your true desires. What you really want."

 He laid her back onto the grass, kissing her again, possessively, firmly, thoroughly and she moaned into his mouth, kissing him back, her body arcing up, pressing almost desperately against his. He was hard and heavy, strong atop her. Irisa felt the hard length of his own desire rubbing against the sensitive flesh between her legs. His leather pants were smooth and slick as his weight came down, crushing her softness beneath him, making her gasp, squirming. He released her lips and snickered softly. “Do you like this?"

 She groaned and wriggled again, finding herself free of her pants and boots as well, since she was able to bring up both knees on either side of him and her tail curled softly against her side, trembling. He pressed himself harder against her and she moaned, tears finding their way from the corners of her eyes.

 Renwyk growled deep in his throat.

 Her body was hot all over. He felt her heat through the leather, and every time she moved, it became more acute. She was panting, her body damp with sweat and her own sensuous feminine juices. Irisa's scent was heady, intoxicating, and his body ached for her, but he was determined to make certain Irisa realized how badly she wanted him.

 She'd beg before they were through, he promised himself.

 He'd not take her only to have her deny it later.

 No.

 Irisa belonged to him .

 As he looked at her, writhing slightly, moaning as he pressed his considerable weight down on her soft, vulnerable body, Renwyk knew no one else would ever possess her again.

 She was his.

 "Tell me, pet. Tell me what you want.” he growled thickly, her heat seeping deeper into his already painfully hard cock, grunting as it forced him to adjust his position.

 Irisa shifted, a soft moan of protest escaping her.

 His tail lashed against his legs in agitation. He felt himself twitch and a shot of heat lanced through him.

 A low, warning growl came from him at that.

 His eyes narrowed and he found himself kissing her again, hard and furiously. She lay crushed beneath him, frenziedly returning his kisses. Her tongue trembling against his, her body stiffened and shuddered when he rocked his hips hard against her.

 Irisa's tail slid over their writhing bodies, shaking slightly, as it found his. That light, sensual touch made Renwyk stiffen immediately, his own tail sliding across hers and entwining, as though he had no control over it.

 Irisa groaned under him, and he released her lips.

 "Gods, Irisa...” he panted, his heated voice thick, “tell me now ... I need you so badly ... You must tell me you want me as well!"

 She blinked and looked at him, her lips open, chest heaving, even as her tail caressed his and her body wriggled sensuously beneath him. “Renwyk...” she breathed, “oh, Renwyk ... you're so hard..."

 He grunted, shifting so that she stiffened again with a sharp, almost pained gasp. “Irisa...” he snarled warningly. “My patience grows thin..."

 As does my restraint ...he thought desperately.

 Irisa blinked again, then focused on his glittering sapphire eyes. Her hands slid down, over his arms, his chest, caressing him through the thick fabric of his jacket and shirt, over his hips, to the hard, throbbing bulge straining against the seam of his pants.

 When her hand slid over him, even through the leather, Renwyk stiffened and growled loudly, nearly jerking his hips back from her touch. It took every bit of self-control remaining to him to keep still, to let her slender, black-furred hand slide between their bodies to caress him, to smooth her fingers over the rounded shape of his head, to not force her down and take her right then.

 " Irisa ...” he snarled, knowing she could feel him twitching, throbbing, growing against the tight restriction, knowing she realized how painful this pleasure was for him, how much it was torturing him. “I swear, I will tie you, naked and horny, to the tree and leave you for the dogs if you don't answer me!"

 She froze and her hand stilled against him.

 "Renwyk..."

 "Answer me, Irisa,” he snarled, yanking her hand away from his body as he grabbed her other wrist and pinned them over her head.

 "Do you want me?"Renwyk hissed, lips barely touching hers, sapphire eyes burning into hers.

 Irisa stiffened and moaned softly.

 "Oh, yes, Renwyk,” she breathed finally, flushing deeply scarlet. “I always have."

 His dark eyes narrowed, seared into hers a long moment.

 "Please Renwyk,” Irisa whispered, swallowing hard, “take me ... I-I need you..."

 He pushed up, away from her and she couldn't suppress a nervous, frightened whimper as he leaned back on his knees, yanking his tail from her embrace. He crossed his arms over his powerful chest and glaring down at her.

 The chill of the breeze suddenly seemed to find every inch of what she now realized was her very, very exposed body and she began to shiver.

 Gods, had she gone too far?

 His sapphire eyes raked her naked, trembling body, making her completely aware of the flush beneath her fine jade fur, the hard, shuddering tips of her swollen nipples, the wet, glistening, snow white curls between her legs and her tingling, throbbing, musky female flesh, completely vulnerable to his whim. She groaned.

 Renwyk's eyes narrowed and his lips thinned as he brought his gaze slowly back up to her face.

 Maybe he'd never intended to take her at all,a horrifying thought whispered in the back of her mind. Maybe he'd just planned to force her to admit her most private and shameful fantasies while he discovered how willing a slave to his touch she really was.

 "What have I done wrong?” she whispered, “or is this your true revenge, Renwyk?"

 To use her in this way then discard her was the most personally humiliating vengeance he could take. She flushed even darker, lying there, staring up at him. Tears threatened the corners of her vision. Her body still vibrated, poised on that precarious edge and Irisa realized Renwyk knew this.

 He slid off his coat, without one word to her.

 "You've always known it,” she said softly, “what I've said can't come as any real surprise to you."

 "You denied it,” he retorted, looking back at her. “Until I forced you to admit the truth. Will you deny me again? If I give you what you want, Irisa, will you deny me once we're finished?"

 She blinked at him, another chill breeze picking up the fur on her body, ruffling it, seeping beneath it to drag icy claws across her skin and she groaned.

 "Renwyk,” she breathed, “I-it's complic—"

 "Don't,” he replied coldly. “No, it's not my revenge. I'm not as callous as that."

 "Then what?” Her voice shook.

 His eyes narrowed.

 "I want you to beg me,” he hissed. “Beg me and I will take you. One more time."

 He slid two fingers between her legs, into the slick, warm wetness he found there. Watching her with cool eyes, he rubbed a finger lightly against the hard, little nub of her clit and Irisa hissed sharply. Her body went very still.

 He stopped. “Irisa,” he said, still in that same voice, “you will beg, eventually ."

 She whimpered softly.

 "But I'll not have you denying me after this is done,” he warned her. He flicked his thumb across her clit, making her moan and shiver, then stopped again as she sniffled softly and her body shuddered.

 "You will beg ... and I will take ... and after ... you will be mine , Irisa Latham. Your thieving days are at an end."

 He chuckled as another shiver shot through her.

 "Hmm,” he purred, “ pet. Yes ... yes ... I quite like that."

 He flicked her again and Irisa squirmed.

 "Renwyk!"she cried softly, reaching for him, “ please!I-I can't take this..."

 "You know what the right answer is, pet . The one that will give you what you want."

 She groaned. “And you, what you want..."

 He chuckled, flicking her again, this time forcing a small scream out of her.

 "Exactly. Though, if you think about it—and you don't have to think too hard, pet—you get what you really want as well ... Becoming the consort of a real pirate, my dear, will gain you everything you've ever dreamed of. And more. You will have my exclusive attention..."

 He flicked her again and Irisa groaned. Her breath came in short, labored pants.

 "Oh, Renwyk...” Her words were barely more than a moan.

 He was smiling almost evilly as he watched her. “What, pet?” he said, softly, “What do you want?"

 "You're enjoying this...” she managed between pants.

 He chuckled again. “Ooh yes..."

 Irisa groaned, stretching slightly, her hands moving over her body, rubbing hard. He watched her with a smirk. She cupped her breasts, kneading them as she shifted her hips, rubbing her softness against his hand. He groaned softly himself, feeling his cock twitching, aching to slide into her hot, wet—and as he relented a bit and slid three long, thick fingers into her—deliciously tight little body.

 Irisa groaned louder, her fingers tightening, squeezing her soft, heavy round breasts. “Ooh, Renwyk,” she breathed, “yes, please ."

 He snickered, sliding his fingers slowly out of her, teasing her by tickling the quivering, slippery entrance to her body. He made her groan louder and squirm, bucking her hips up in a vain effort to reach his tormenting fingers, “Close, pet, but not quite ."

 "Renwyk,” Irisa panted, “I-I, I just—"

 "You won't regret it, Irisa. You're far too desirable as my companion than as my enemy ... though I'm sure we'll still fight quite often, particularly since it seems to arouse you so much..."

 Irisa fidgeted. “Renwyk,” she breathed, “ooh..."

 He caressed her again, his touch maddeningly light, and all too quickly gone.

 " No!"

 "Irisa,” he said softly, watching her as she wriggled and squeezed her breasts in a way that looked almost painful to him, “touch me."

 Her eyes opened slightly and he could see they glistened with tears. She licked her lips again ... such a simple, delicate thing, painfully desperate in its trembling, fluttering movement.

 He smiled at her.

 "Touch me, Irisa, love,” he said softly, picking up one of her hands in his free one and guiding it against himself. Her fingers flickered against him and groaning softly as she caressed him through the leather. He swallowed hard, but managed to keep his voice steady, “as torturous as this is for you, think about me. I've been like this longer than you might care to imagine. My restraint is held back by one thing. You ."

 Her hand trembled, and he saw the tears creep from the corners of her eyes. “Oh...” she breathed, “oh Renwyk..."

 He ground his teeth. “What do you want, Irisa?"

 "You.” She gasped, shaking. “ Please, Renwyk, now !"

 A low, harsh growl escaped him and she whimpered again, nervously, unsure.

 It seemed as though time had frozen. Irisa stared, trembling, into Renwyk's blazing eyes, waiting for his reaction, her body vibrating at a fever pitch. A burning, throbbing heat seared her blood, rushing through her veins to her heart, and pounded in her brain. Tears streamed from her burning eyes and she knew there was so much more. It was so close, yet she couldn't reach it, no matter how hard she tried. Knowing the only way she could reach it was through Renwyk.

 "I need you so much, Renwyk...” she moaned, reaching for him. "please! I'm in such torment ... you're the only way it can end."

 He growled again and it seemed like time slammed down hard all around them. He was suddenly all over her and Irisa was panting, as they struggled to get his remaining clothing off, all the while kissing, touching, thrusting against each other.

 She wrapped her hand around his cock as soon as he got his pants off. He snarled, while his hands twisted tightly in her silvery white curls, pushing her head down as she curled her body toward his and lowered her soft, smooth lips to kiss his swollen, dark head. Renwyk growled, stiffening as she slid him between her lips, suckling gently and lightly before sliding as much of him as she could, down her throat.

 He shifted his position slightly, shuddering. Her mouth was hot and wet and her tongue rasped gently against his overheated flesh, nearly driving all coherent thought out of his head. She slowly slid up him, licking and suckling lightly as she went. Renwyk felt the build up of heated release within him and realized she couldn't do that again if he didn't want to come in her mouth. He tightened his fingers in her hair and held her back.

 "No, pet,” he managed thickly, “I love it, but I don't want to—not just yet."

 Irisa looked up at him, licking her lips slightly. “Mmm,” she murmured, nodding a little.

 He was all black fur where she was white and jade colored, but like Irisa, Renwyk's fur was light and silky and covered his skin with a shimmery, silken sheen. He was muscular and as big as he was tall. The solid length of his thick cock was no exception. Irisa swallowed hard as she took in the whole effect.

 Renwyk, naked, was as sexy as she'd imagined, and more besides. Her breath hitched in her chest and she knew she was flushing scarlet yet again.

 Renwyk smirked, reaching for her.

 "Like what you see, do you?” he purred as he pulled her up against him. Her breasts crushed against his chest and he tightened his arms around her, sliding her across his body to straddle him.

 She stiffened as his cock found its way between her legs and shivered as she felt the slender, softly furred length of his tail creep beneath the fluffy fur of her own and find her buttocks. She moaned a little as he began to slide it, ever so gently, between them.

 She squirmed, which only caused the smooth, warm head of his manhood to slip easily between the soft folds of her pussy and probe the entrance to her body, a gentle wet, slurping sound coming from her as he did. She shivered and he moaned, pulling her head down to his, claiming her lips with his own.

 Irisa kissed him back, her arms sliding under his head, as his went around her and his tongue pushed into her mouth to slide sensuously over hers.

 When Renwyk finally entered her, she was slick and wet again and very hot.

 Irisa stiffened, groaning deeply into his mouth. Little bursts of heat exploded inside her body, as she stretched to accommodate his thickness. He slid in slowly, letting her get used to the sensation of him within her, enjoying the tightness of her body. Her throbbing feminine heat and closed around him, squeezing, and caressing him intimately.

 He pulled his lips from hers, breathing kisses upon them as he whispered, “Gods, ‘Risa, you feel incredible..."

 She squirmed a little, pressing her hips up against his.

 "Ooh, take me now, Renwyk, please ... I need you..."

 He chuckled softly.

 "You do, do you?” he said, pulling his hips back a little, shifting her upward as he did so. He relished the way she whimpered, and her body seemed to clutch at him as he withdrew.

 "You need me, Irisa?” he purred, smiling at the dazedly dismayed look on her face, “Need me to fuck you?"

 Irisa shuddered and nodded, licking her lips again. She flickered her tongue inadvertently against his own lips making him smile evilly at her.

 "Well then, pet, say it."

 She drew a deep, shuddering breath.

 "Please, Renwyk,” she breathed, her peridot eyes soft and grass-green, gazing deeply into his own fathomless, sapphire blue, “please, fuck me..."

 His breath caught at the innocently seductive tone in her soft, lilting voice.

 "Ah, my Irisa,” he whispered, “anything you wish, my pet."

 His hands found her hips and as they closed tightly around them, he shifted and thrust his body up, driving himself deep and hard into her, even as he brought her down against him. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open as he growled, deep, in his throat. He began to pump hard and fast, without mercy and Irisa whimpered, squirming on top of him.

 Irisa brought her knees up, tight and close on either side of him as he worked his powerful hips, shuddering her soft, sweat-sheened body with each thrust. It was easier for her to push against him this way and she began to match his thrusts with her own. Renwyk snarled and growled louder, moving faster, harder. His fingers dug painfully into her hips. She panted, snarling herself as she writhed atop him, her head ducked and hair tumbled around her face.

 Renwyk smiled at the wild sounds his little Irisa was making, at the way she ground her hips against his. Her hard little nipples brushed erotically against his own. He enjoyed the sensation of those soft, silky breasts crushing against his as she pumped herself atop him, as hard as he was slamming into her.

 He felt the tremor go through her body, the tightening of her steamy, muscular sheath around his overheated and oversensitive member. A low, snarling groan tore from her as she stiffened, then went very still. Her breath was trapped in her throat when her head tipped backward in a soundless scream. He watched her, not stopping his pounding hips, though he felt slightly detached in the minute seconds it took for the orgasm he'd been carefully cultivating this entire time to crash over her.

 When it did, Irisa gave voice to a scream that, had they been anywhere near civilization, would have brought people running for miles. The very sound, and the violent vibrating of her quaking body sent him over the edge as well.

 While she screamed, writhed and panted, Renwyk stiffened, snarling dangerously, his fingers digging into the tender, soft flesh of her hips and he shoved her down hard, burying himself deep inside her. He forcefully stilled her squirming with his painfully iron grip, making her cry. A low, viciously savage growl boiled up from within him as all sensation seemed to explode from him into her, in an erotic burst of scorching, violent pleasure, unlike anything he'd experienced in a very long while.

 Irisa whimpered, and her body trembled while Renwyk come inside her. She slumping atop him when his entire body tensed as tightly as a coiled spring. She felt his labored breathing, felt the power of his own orgasm and she found herself kissing him suddenly.

 "I love you, Renwyk,” she murmured dazedly, nuzzling his ear, gently suckling his lips as she wrapped her arms tightly around him and let him finish. It didn't matter that his grip was hurting her, nor how frighteningly savage his grunts and growls were.

 "You were amazing,” she said softly, licking his ear as she finally felt him subside. His fingers finally relaxed and he slumped, completely spent, into the grass beneath them.

 It took Renwyk several moments to register anything besides the warm, soft, naked body of Irisa lying atop him, the downiness of her fur and the intoxicating sweetness of her kiss-swollen lips as she continued to kiss and nuzzle him.

 "It's never been like that for me...” she breathed against his lips, “with anyone."

 He opened his eyes slowly and focused on her sweet, delicate face. “'Risa ... ?” he murmured, “did you just say you—"

 She flushed pink beneath the pretty jade fur and looked away.

 His eyebrows knitted a little and he reached up, cupping her chin in one hand, bringing her face back around to his. The pink flush darkened and she closed her eyes.

 "I—I'm sorry,” she began, her voice soft and small, “I-I didn't know what I was saying."

 "Shh, ‘Risa,” Renwyk whispered gently.

 She opened her eyes.

 "I love you as well,” he said softly. “I've been a fool, my pet."

 She blinked, uncomprehendingly at him a moment, then her lips fell open in soundless astonishment.

 "I don't understand—"

 "Shh,” Renwyk said, bringing her face down to kiss her. “You will. For now, rest assured, you and I will be together. Always. You've given yourself to me more completely than I'd ever hoped."

 She blinked again, but his lips were soft and warm and his hands were moving slowly over her body, massaging and caressing. She felt a sensually warm, slightly giddy feeling slowly fill her. She moaned softly and laid her head on his shoulder.

 He chuckled.

 "You're mine now, Irisa Derian ,” he said and smiled at the way her body stiffened a little, at the low moan that came from her. “Completely and without question, mine."

 Irisa sighed and her arms tightened a little around him.

 "Oh, yes,” she breathed as he turned his head to nuzzle her ear, sending pleasurable little shivers through her. “Yes, Renwyk."

 "I love the way my name sounds on your lips, pet."

 He shifted his hips, felt the trembling heat of her soft body send little twinges through his still deeply buried shaft and fiery currents shot through him. She gasped a little and he realized she felt him hardening inside her.

 She squirmed a little, raising her head slightly. “Again?” she said breathlessly, “I-I don't know if I can —"

 Renwyk's grin was nearly demonic as his arms suddenly tightened and he rolled her over him, onto the grass beside them, his cock still deeply impaled within her. She inhaled sharply as he followed, coming down heavily on top of her, trapping her beneath his considerable weight.

 "Trust me, my love,” he growled lustily, beginning to pump her with his hips. He smiled as a long, low, impassioned sigh made its way from deep within her trembling body.

 "Ican..."

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 RAVISHMENT

She was tight, wet and hot as he thrust into her. He paused, feeling her quiver and heard the long, throaty moan coming from her body. He groaned himself as her heat sank into him, creating waves of sensation all around his cock. He was wide, thick and very hard and the feeling of being inside her hot little pussy was incredibly amazing. She trembled, and as he slowly withdrew, her body sucked at him, unwilling to relinquish his shaft. He paused a moment, cooler air striking his wet and sensitive member. He positioned the smooth, rounded head at the quivering entrance to her delicious body, rubbing the swollen, blood-engorged flesh. It sent shocks of delight through his length, into his balls and though his entire body. He grinned down at her as she struggled and moaned.
 * * * *

The Duke remembered when he'd first seen her, in a light blue annoyingly modest cotton gown that was even so, cut trim to her ample figure, enhancing her large breasts and full hips. She had long, wavy strawberry-auburn hair and soft blue-grey eyes, with an innocence that was almost palatably sweet.

 He'd studied her during their brief encounter in the Latharnan castle's main hall, where he, as a delegate from Diranda, was exchanging annoying pleasantries with foreign nobles, there for negotiations. While chatting amiably about things he couldn't now remember, he'd kept his attention on the girl he'd heard was purportedly some minor nobleman's servant but in actuality was his doxy, nothing more or less. She fancied herself in love with the idiot as well, his spies told him.

 Her name was Aurora Katran, she was eighteen and so timid, she was obviously still very inexperienced. Her dress, though modest, with a high band collar and long sleeves, was tight to her figure, which was most likely intentional. Her breasts were thrust up, straining against the cotton material. They were larger than any he'd seen on other women from her city, definitely attention-getting. He'd wondered how he'd missed her the last time he'd visited. Perhaps he'd been looking in the wrong place. The servant class seemed to have the sturdy women he preferred, if Aurora was any example.

 He'd muttered to his younger brother, Tanek, “They didn't make them like that last I was in the city."

 Tanek chuckled, eyeing her appreciatively himself.

 He knew what was on his brother's mind—the same thing on his: Aurora, naked and bound, spread-eagle and moaning as she was fucked hard and fast, her body shuddering from the impacts, tits shaking and shuddering as he pulled and pinched them, flesh marked with angry red lines from the flogger he'd be slapping her with.
 * * * *

She moaned again. He raised the leather cat and slapped it hard against her backside. Relishing the groan and hiss of pain she made, he watched angry red welts jump up on her already red marked skin. He rubbed a hand over her ass. “Hurt?” he purred as he caressed her swollen female flesh with the head of his cock. She moaned again and became even wetter than she'd already been. Pushing inside her a little, he concentrated and his member expanded a bit, stretching her. She moaned again and he reveled in the sensation of her body opening to his now thicker cock. He pushed himself further inside, hearing her whimper, feeling her quiver, wet inside and hot, her soft female flesh touching, then mashing against his balls. She was so warm and wet he shuddered. He pulled back, smacked her ass with the cat, and reached out to bury the long fingers of his large hand in her hair. He yanked her head back, watching her massive tits jiggle as he did so. She screamed and he smiled darkly.

 "Do you like being full of me, Rora?” he snarled, turning her head to the side a little. “Want me to fuck you now?"

 Aurora groaned, a sound of pain and intense pleasure. “Yes..."

 He yanked her hair harder, strawberry red curls spilling over his hands. The restraints pulled her body even more taut, wrenching a hiss from her. “What?” he snapped, grabbing a large, soft breast in one hand and squeezing, pulling it hard until she squealed. “What is the right answer?"

 She licked her full, burgundy lips and moaned, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Yes...” she moaned, “Yes ... Master..."

 He chuckled demonically. “That's more like it, slave."
 * * * *

Gareth Janassi promised himself, when she left that day, he'd make a point of locating her again before he had to leave, with plans to capture her and bring her to Janassi Hall as quickly as possible.

 However, he only saw her once more. This time, Aurora was wearing a dress that showed off her assets to their fullest advantage. It was tailored, simple in design, of a shimmery fabric that rippled in rainbow colors. It flowed around what was clearly an extremely voluptuous figure. The deep, circular neckline revealed a generous amount of her soft, impressive cleavage. The dress clung to her body and flowed from her wide, soft, rounded hips and full buttocks to her feet.

 Gareth's breath caught when he saw her. He was unobtrusively observing from several feet away, lounging in an alcove, smoking a cigar. As Aurora was forcefully escorted into a doorway, he caught a whiff of her distinctive scent, cinnamon and spices with the heady overtones of fear and pain. He'd decided at that moment to have her. No matter what happened to her, he'd have her watched and eventually he'd get her. He was a patient man and though just looking at her for moments as she was taken to what was clearly something painful and dramatic, she'd aroused him.
 * * * *

That was the last time Duke Gareth Janassi saw Aurora Katran in person for a very long time.

 He had her watched. After a while, he was informed that Aurora was making an attempt to find Janassi on her own, even though she did not appear to have any idea where to look.

 Gareth decided it was time to collect her.
 * * * *

He pulled himself back but not out of her, she felt too damn good to completely abandon a second time. His hand stayed tangled in her hair, forcing her head back. He paused, his innate shapeshifting ability allowing him to expand himself just a little more, causing Aurora to groan deeply. “Oh...” she moaned, “... yesMaster..."

 He grinned.

 After a moment's further pause, Gareth began pounding into her, fast and hard, the way he loved it and the way he knew his little slave loved it. She might scream, cry and cringe but she'd already come for him several times and each time he hurt or berated her, she'd become wetter and hotter. His tendrils, the restraints on her arms and legs, trembled at the sensation of penetration. The tight, hot fleshy sheath of her body, squeezed at him, tremors vibrating his cock with each hard slam, the feel of his balls banging against her softness, getting him slick and wet as he fucked her. His highly sensitive, satiny skin slid along his member as he rocked his hips and yanked her hair. His second hand, having left her breast as he began to bash her, found her ass and probed into her, feeling that tight little sheath, feeling himself sliding in and out of her. He shifted his fingers, widening one into a thick, blunt prodder, which he used to fuck her ass.

 Aurora groaned again and began gasping, “Please, please, please, please! Yes, Master! Oh, please, please, please..."

 He grunted. Her raspy voice and the sensation of her fucking hot body sent spirals of sensation all around his cock and his now equally sensitized shifted prodding finger. He felt his body spasm as his balls contracted in preparation for his own release. She was squirming, gasping and moaning. Her body stiffened and shuddered, but Gareth only registered this dimly as his member began to shudder. The amount of sensation, combined with her voice and her hot, wetness brought him to the height of pleasure. He came, spurting hot and hard into her depths, feeling the juices leave him, groaning with it. She screamed as he bashed her ass and came as well, her entire body writhing in ecstasy.
 * * * *

He'd found her in a forest. Following her for a few days, he adjusted reality around her minutely, bringing her closer to his native demesne, enjoying this hunt intensely.

 She wore tight-fitting traveling leathers in shades of blue and looked more beautiful, sensual and sexy. She'd lost some of her innocence but Gareth could tell it was only due to much more sexual experience. She seemed more self-aware and carried herself with a bit too much pride. As he'd followed and studied her, he'd helped himself to her thoughts. She had no way of knowing he was there, or of turning him out if she had, so he'd made free with her memories.

 At night, he'd lie next to her, in wolf form, nuzzling her as she slept. He'd influence her dreams, continually playing erotic fantasies in her mind until her days became a miasma of unfulfilled desire. He'd make sure she wouldn't be able to satisfy herself, sending her to sleep or distracting her, the moment she tried to do anything.

 He'd found out some interesting things about her. She'd been the ship's whore for a time on her employer's pirate ship as well as plying herself for coppers on the docks of her city. She'd been a regular girl in a small brothel, which apparently wasn't successful and had finally decided to go hunting for her former employer, whom she'd heard was in the Northlands. It was really an excuse for her find Janassi, though she herself wasn't consciously aware of it.

 Once Gareth had finally managed to dig this up, he decided to push her the final step towards Janassi and make his presence known.
 * * * *

The forest was significantly different from the green, leafy fairy-tale environment in which Gareth had first found her. The trees weren't green but varying shades of grays, deepening into blacks, with jewel-tone leaves that caught the light from the deep violet sky and threw it in colored motes across the leaf, grass and moss covered forest floor. Aurora had already remarked to herself how lovely she thought it was, which made Gareth smile a lupine smile as he padded along, hidden in the thick of the steely trees. He watched her with an animal lust as well as a more sentient one; the lust of a man who'd lived a very long time and enjoyed stalking his latest prey. She walked under gemmy trees, feeling horny and restless. She'd lost count of the days, having been alone, and talked to herself.

 She was slightly unhinged and Gareth liked her this way. She unconsciously rubbed her nipples through the light blue fabric of her thin blouse, fingers poking under the royal blue leather corset she wore, to play with them.

 It was late afternoon when the path opened out into a small clearing. The trees formed a thick canopy overhead allowing only slivers of lavender light to make their way through. Leaves littered the ground here, along with tall, soft ruby grasses and turquoise mosses.

 Aurora turned around in the clearing and sighed. “Goddess, I am so hot,” she muttered, playing with one breast through her blouse. “I don't even remember what the hell I'm doing out here."

 Gareth chuckled to himself, sitting on his haunches, a huge dire wolf, his fur a two-tone white/black. He licked his chops as he watched her settle down on a patch of moss and moan softly. Her hand slipped under the drawstring neckline of her thin blouse and pulled it down over her nipple. It was large and rosy, and the tip was stiff as she pulled and tweaked it with her fingers while looking down at what she was doing. She made a soft, “Mmmm” sound and slid her other hand down, between her legs. She wore skin tight sky blue pants of a butter-soft leather. They emphasized the shapeliness of her wide hips and full, round ass, as well as the curves of her well-formed legs. She began rubbing herself through the leather, moaning a little louder.

 This was further than he'd allowed her to get in a while. He knew if he let her rub and play with herself much longer, she'd come and that wasn't allowed. He stepped into the clearing and approached her. Her eyes were half lidded and she was moaning much louder now, squirming as she pressed her fingers against herself, her hand squeezing and pulling on her nipple, exposing even more of her large, creamy soft breast.

 He moved closer, sat directly in front of her and stared. She suddenly realized she was being watched and opened her eyes. They fixed on him and widened. A thrill of excitement rang through him as he saw the fear that registered on her face and heard her gasp of fright.

 He smiled.

 Of course to her it looked like a snarl.

 She stiffened, her hands freezing where they were as he stepped closer to her, still smiling. He sniffed the air, then extended his muzzle to sniff at her. She watched him, petrified, as he lowered his muzzle to sniff slowly and thoroughly between her legs. Looking up, he smiled and licked his chops.

 Aurora nearly fainted.

 Gareth chuckled, growling, stepping closer to her.

 Aurora whimpered.

 He shape-shifted.

 Aurora gave a small scream, hands flying to her mouth reflexively, as the huge, evil-looking wolf changed before her eyes.

 Slowly, relentlessly, he grew, expanded, taking on a distinctly human form. He did it slowly, stretching out each adjustment for her viewing pleasure, knowing she had never seen a shapeshifter before. He became a slightly humanoid wolf, then a little more human in form, a wolfish man.

 Her eyes widened and she whimpered, covering herself reflexively.

 He snarled at her and continued his shift.

 She whimpered again, a little louder, as he took on a more distinct human form.

 His simple white tunic, black leather trousers and boots appeared as his body smoothed away peppery fur into pale skin, his body filling out, becoming large, muscular, with the lean lines of the Alpha wolf. His unbound hair took on the distinct shade of sunlight on snow, falling to the middle of his shoulder blades as he stretched with a low growl.

 He turned his face.

 The sharp features were coldly handsome and cruel—unmistakable to a woman whom, he knew, had memorized his appearance from the one time she'd met him.

 His narrow, tilted eyes fixed on her, the ambient light glittering in them like pale, icy amethyst.

 Gareth's smile was demonic and Aurora shuddered, whimpering again in dismay.

 She cowered away from him, recognition shining clearly in her moonstone-grey eyes.

 As he completed the shift, he held her captive in his gaze. His smile deepened into a villainously evil grin as his coiled body sprung, He tackled Aurora and slammed her back into the soft moss and grass, crushing her with the weight of his body.

 Aurora's breath was knocked out of her. She trembled with terror and managing only a weak, “D-duke Janassi?” before her mouth was conquered by his in a savage, possessive kiss that wrenched a deep groan from her and an lusty arcing of her body beneath his.

 Gareth forced his tongue into Aurora's pliant mouth, plunging in and out of her, fucking her mouth with his, encouraged by her immediate reaction to his attack. He maneuvered himself between her legs, pressing his hard and straining erection against her hot, wet sex. He ground his hips into hers, feeling her give and adjust beneath his unyielding hardness. After thoroughly kissing her, Gareth raised his head from hers, pleased beyond measure by the soft groan of protest she made.

 "Miss Katran,” he rumbled, “I believe we have some unfinished business."

 Aurora blinked up at him, eyes hazy and confused. “B-business, Your Grace?” she rasped, panting. Her extraordinary chest heaved with her quickened breath.

 Gareth grinned and ripped the front of her blouse and corset off her, freeing her enormous tits. The careless strength he displayed and the sheer brutality of his assault made her gasp. Looking at them, his grin deepened into a demonic leer. He licked his lips.

 "Ah ... Business,” he purred, “I've been wanting to see these since the day I met you."

 Aurora moaned, closing her eyes slightly. She turned her head and flushed an enticing shade of pink.

 He snorted softly at her reaction. You'd almost think she was a true virgin, the way she reacted to him.

 She shivered and licked her own lips, sending a jolt through him at the sight of her little pink tongue nervously wetting her slightly swollen ruby-red lips. He felt his cock twitch anxiously and he growled.

 "Wh-what do you want of me, Your Grace?” Aurora managed, her voice trembling and breathy, a deepening whisper that sent another electric jolt through his body which made him smile wolfishly.

 Gareth sat back, taking one breast in his hand and kneaded it. She groaned. Lowering his mouth to it, he caught it in his teeth and nipped, making her scream, then he began to suck. Her flesh was hot and soft in his mouth, the nub of her nipple hardened and swelled as he grazed it with his teeth. She tasted like spice and musk, leather and cinnamon. He groaned softly. Gareth felt her tremble and heard her panting as he sucked harder. His large hand closed around her other breast and squeezed it hard, twisting the soft globe of flesh as he did. Aurora screamed, arcing her back and mashing her tits into him. He moved his mouth to the other tit and his hand began to twist, squeeze and tease the breast he'd just left.

 Gareth felt her hand touch his head lightly, then fall quickly away.

 She feared touching him without his permission.

 He grinned inwardly. She'd been well-trained. He sucked her very hard, drawing as much of her flesh into his mouth as possible, making her cry out and arch again. He chuckled against her breast. Her body quivered with need and he lifted his head to look at her face.

 Aurora's head was tilted back, eyes half closed, full, deep rose lips parted as she panted.

 "What do I want of you, girl?” he growled, raising himself up over her, “What do you think I want of you?"

 She opened her eyes and looked at him, fearful of the sound of his voice. Her body was tuned to fever pitch with unfulfilled want, to see him glaring at her as though her words had offended him.

 "Milord?” she whispered, shivering.

 Gareth frowned. “Answer me,” he snarled. One hand closed around her shoulder, shoving it into the ground. The other seized a breast, fingers digging in, mashing and twisting it, bruising her, making her groan and shudder from the pain. “What do you think I want from you, slave ?"

 Her eyes stayed on his though it was clear it was an effort for her. He frowned, twisting her nipples, waiting on her reply.

 "To-to ... to fuck me?” she managed, her voice little more than a pained whisper as he squeezed and pulled on her breasts.

 Gareth frowned. She needed more training. And he was the man to do that to her. If she was going to be given the opportunity to even see his cock, which he knew she wanted, she was going to earn it.

 "What?” he snarled, yanking on her nipples hard so that she cried out. He quickly straddled her, putting his entire weight on her hips, pressing her into the ground. Her legs were forced together and trapped beneath his considerable weight. She could now see the substantial hard bulk beneath his pants but she couldn't feel it. She automatically raised her hands to reach out and caress him. He stiffened and backhanded her viciously, his other hand twisting her nipple.

 She screamed and began to cry.

 Gareth glared at her. “ What?” he hissed, his voice hard and stern. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them harshly over her head and pinned them there with a magical tendril he'd just raised for that purpose. She didn't deserve to touch him if she wasn't going to obey him properly. He sent another to wrap around her ankles and pin them to the ground.

 Aurora began sobbing, squirming under him, pulling at the sorcerous cirri now holding her helpless and taut. He felt her body tremble with unsatisfied need, making what he knew was a monumental inner struggle against lust and propriety even more tormenting. It amused him no end, though his eyes narrowed and became chilling as he glared at her.

 Gareth's voice was steely and threatening, “If you do not obey me, slave, I will leave you here, bound, horny and unable to come."

 As her eyes widened suitably in fear, he added, “And I will make very sure you are not able to, even if you are set upon by the demons and foul creatures that frequent this place."

 Aurora whimpered.

 "Now,” Gareth hissed, sitting on her, arms crossed over his chest, “Repeat yourself. What do you think I want from you?"

 Aurora groaned, squirming. Her body wanted so badly to come but she couldn't. She blinked, trying to control her voice as she said, “To fuck me, Your Grace."

 Gareth sneered. “Almost right. Again."

 Aurora moaned. “To fuck me ... Master ,” she said, her voice rough, low and sultry. Her dark grey eyes met his.

 Gareth felt a pleasant, satisfied vibration go through him as the words he'd been waiting a very long time to hear spilled from her kiss-swollen lips. “Damn straight,” he growled and threw himself on top of her again, kneading her breasts and burying his tongue deep within her mouth. She moaned and kissed him back with the raw animal lust he'd known was in her.

 Not even bothering to break the kiss, he moved a few fingers, gesturing vaguely and the remainder of Aurora's clothing vanished, baring her body to him for the first time. He continued to possess her mouth with his, burning himself deep into her memory as he penetrated her this way. He felt her hot, dewy softness beneath him, undulating and shuddering, her stomach rubbing against his still clothed, almost painfully hard cock. With regret, he pulled himself away from her intoxicating lips to stand and take in the full impact of Aurora's completely naked body.

 Bound by white, misty cirri, wrapped around her wrists and ankles, wriggling and moaning, her creamy skin flushed pink with wanton desire. Her figure was soft, lush, rounded and voluptuous. Her full breasts bounced as she struggled. Her pretty face was even more lovely as her swollen lips fell open in a whimper which turned into a pleading moan. She opened her eyes to see him taking her in, impassively. He gestured and the tendrils holding her ankles spread her legs, displaying the swollen, dripping wet flesh of her pussy and clit, dusted by a fine sprinkling of auburn curls. She obviously kept herself trimmed, which he preferred. Kneeling next to her, he slid four fingers into her body without preamble.

 Aurora screamed and he smiled. She was so wet, her body immediately contracted against his intrusion, but at the same time expanded to adjust to the four thick, long fingers he poked into her. “You like everything I have done to you.” he told her. Her answer was a moan and a trembling nod. “No,” Gareth said. “Tell me."

 Aurora shuddered but managed, “Yes, Master. Very, very much."

 Gareth smiled. “I do like hearing you call me Master, slave. Did you call your former employer ‘Master'?"

 Aurora groaned and breathed, “No, Master."

 He nodded and grinned wider. “Excellent. Have you ever had a Master before?"

 "No, Master,” Aurora said, squirming, “Fuck me, please."

 Gareth chuckled. “You are very wet and hot, little slave.” He plunged his thumb into her, pleased to see how quickly her cunny adjusted to the addition and very slowly, began to pump her. Aurora's groan was long, loud and deep. “I think you've been trained before, though. How do you know not to touch me?"

 Aurora groaned, trying to speak but only managing growls and moans.

 Gareth considered her. As good as it felt having his hand up inside her like this, he had to stop or he'd never get a straight answer. Aurora liked sex to the point where any kind of fucking would be a distraction. He slowed and stopped. “Answer me, or I will leave you alone."

 Aurora whimpered again and drew a shuddering breath. “My station...” she tried, “My-my station ... never touch the nobles without permission...” She swallowed hard, arching her back. “Please, Master. Don't stop. I-I need to come ... it's so painful now..."

 Gareth pulled his hand out of her and licked his fingers. “Mmm,” he said as he noticed her watching him, licking her own lips. She tasted musky and sweet at the same time. Her scent was warm and heady and made him dizzy. His own pain was so profound, he became intoxicated by it, and her. She was incredibly infectious. “You taste lovely, slave,” he told her, delighted to see the pleasure the compliment gave her. “And pain itself can be an addiction you will learn to love and crave."

 Moaning softly, she bit her lip. “Master, can I have you now?” she breathed, eyes firmly set on the bulge in the front of his pants. She pulled on her bonds and he chuckled softly.

 "Have you ever been restrained before, Aurora?"

 "Yes, Master.” she said.

 He ran fingers over her swollen clit and pussy. She shivered. “But not as a slave?"

 "No, Master. Please fuck me."

 He laughed. “You like to beg?"

 "Yes, Master. Please, please fuck me."

 Gareth began running his large, warm hands over her body. She groaned, quivering. He rubbed her, massaging muscles and feeling her intimately. She arched her back. He massaged her breasts, rubbing them deeply as she grunted and moaned again.

 "You have some very nice, very large tits,” he told her. “I think you're quite proud of them, aren't you?"

 "Yes, Master,” she panted.

 He squeezed them and tugged her nipples, then moved his hands over her shoulders and arms. Leaning close to her, he nibbled her lip. “Would you like to touch me?” he whispered.

 Aurora shuddered. “Oh, yes, Master,” she moaned, “ Please."

 He kissed her then, releasing her arms from their tendrils. Her hands came down and began caressing him, tangling in his hair, moving over his shoulders, his chest, trailing down his back to massage and caress his butt. He stiffened in pleasure. Gareth felt the light traces of her touch tingling all over his body. His cock hardened even more, to the point where his pants were now intolerably uncomfortable. As her fingers found his buttocks, he groaned loudly. Then one hand slid over his hip and found him. Gareth growled but her fingers only firmed and began massaging him. Rather expertly, he realized. But then, it only made sense. Aurora was a professional woman.

 He pulled back from her lips, gesturing as he did so and his clothes faded away, releasing his cock and baring his body to her voracious gaze. She licked her lips as her eyes traveled down his toned, athletic body. His smoothly muscular chest was lightly dusted with pale blonde curls, which tapered over his stomach, to the very thick, blunt, cock that stood up proudly from an equally nice set of balls. “Oh, my,” Aurora moaned softly in appreciation, licking her lips again.

 That was enough for him. He scooted up to her and plunged his hard cock deep into her mouth. She moaned and began slurping him, wrapping her hand around the base of him and the other cupping and caressing his balls. He growled loudly, shoving his fingers into her hair and forcing her head to bob up and down his length as she nipped, scraped and sucked at his over-sensitive skin. Her mouth was hot and wet. Her tongue felt incredibly good, rasping over his skin as it loosened and tightened with each hard thrust.

 Aurora's fingers massaged and tugged on his balls as he fucked her mouth, her breasts quivering and bouncing. Their filled the clearing with sounds of pleasure.

 Gareth stiffened. If he didn't stop her, Aurora was going to make him come and as pleasurable as that was, it wouldn't be as satisfying as he knew it could be. Her slightly rough tongue rasped across the oversensitive, satiny skin of his cock as he pulled back, swirling over his swollen head and he nearly lost it when he felt her “mmmmmmm” as she suckled him.

 No. Dammit.

 He pushed her head back and moved away as she reached for him. “No.” he snapped. She whimpered again, making him smile.

 "Master ... !” she pleaded. “You taste so good ... fuck my mouth again, please ... let me help you come..."

 "Not yet,” Gareth purred, enjoying her obvious pain and longing. He noticed the way her gaze raked his body and how her own body bent toward him, without her even realizing it. “You are so impatient, little slave.” He moved to stand above her, just out of her reach. Her eyes fixed on him.

 "That was ... acceptable."

 "Only-only ... ‘acceptable', Master?” The dismay on her face made him smirk and step even further away from her, snickering at her cruelly. She shuddered and blinked, tears welling up in her dark grey eyes. He quickly sent his cirri to bind her wrists again and yank them over her head. They quickly spread-eagled Aurora and Gareth slowly walked around her, studying her coldly.

 She shivered as she watched him, eyes huge and wet, body trembling and sweaty. The light was beginning to fail and shadows deepened around them. The increasing chill made itself obvious on the surface of her skin. He was pleased to notice the prickling and tightening of her nipples as she squirmed and moaned softly. She was clearly discomfited by his silent, grim appraisal.

 "Tell me, Aurora,” he said evenly, “Why do you want to find Janassi?"

 Aurora blinked in confusion. “I-I don't.” she whispered.

 Gareth frowned. “Never lie to me, slave,” he snarled. “I know you do. That is why you decided to go to the Northlands, even though you know how dangerous these lands can be."

 She looked up, into his icy lavender eyes and he held them, forcing her to stay focused on him. “I-I wanted to find ... Jarod—"

 Gareth shook his head. “You lie badly. You have been lying to yourself about that twit from the beginning. You wanted to find Janassi.” He gave her a thin, evil smile, which made her stiffen and try to look away from him, which he refused to let her do. “More truthfully even than that, you wanted to find me ."

 He gestured slowly, kneeling in the moss near her. In his right hand appeared an exquisite white leather multi-thonged whip, accented with black leather braiding and silver studs. Aurora blinked, lips falling open in a silent gasp. Gareth smiled, trailing the strands of leather gently across her exposed stomach. Aurora moaned softly, shuddering.

 "This,” he held up the whip, “is a particular favorite of mine.” He trailed the thongs across her breasts and chuckled at the tiny sound of dismay that escaped her lips. “Properly, you ought to realize how honored you are to feel it."

 Aurora's large dark eyes focused on the whip. She swallowed hard as he dragged the leather strips across her breasts again and her nipples stiffened even more. He watched her and smiled knowingly. She realized what he was going to do and was anticipating it. She licked her lips as he trailed the whip across her hips and tickled her swollen pussy and clit with it. Gareth chuckled. “You do realize, don't you?” he whispered, leaning closer to her, “you want it."

 His words had a clear affect on her. Aurora groaned, her entire body taken with a shiver. “Yes, Master Gareth,” she breathed. “ Please."

 He grinned demonically at the satisfaction her words gave him. “Excellent,” he said, lifting the whip from her and pulling it back. She watched him, a mixture of fear and excitement on her lovely face.

 Gareth sent the thongs down hard across the flesh of her stomach. Aurora stiffened, crying out, her back arching reflexively as angry red lines appeared across her skin. He hit her again and she cried out, her eyes wide, tears streaming down her face. And again. Gareth moved his assault to her breasts. Aurora screamed when the leather thongs stung her the first time, body shuddering and stiffening. He laid the falls across her full, quivering tits several times, smiling grimly.

 He studied his handiwork as Aurora fell, sobbing and shaking, to the moss and grass beneath her. Her soft stomach and considerable breasts were striped with thin red lines and angry welts. He smiled. “Very nice,” he muttered in appreciation.

 "Yes, Master."

 He plunged his hand between her legs to feel her pussy, murmuring as he felt the heat and sticky wetness of fresh female juices, the swollen, flesh was thick and throbbing as she groaned. “Very good,” he purred. “More?"

 "Yes, Master,” she groaned.

 Gareth smiled. “On your hands and knees then, slave.” The magical restraints slackened as Aurora obediently sat up and tried to get to the required position as quickly as possible. However, due to the beating she'd taken and unused to the length of her binding, she was extremely unsteady. Gareth smirked and slipped a hand under her to assist, flipping her deftly over and grazing his fingernails across her stomach and breasts as he did. Aurora stiffened and squealed in pain which made him chuckle again.

 "Do you like the pain, Aurora?” He gestured and the tendrils bound her ankles and wrists back to the ground, as well as new ones appearing to hold her steady on her hands and knees.

 "Yes, Master,” she breathed, sobbing a little.

 Gareth sat back on his haunches a moment to admire her. She was shivering, sniffling softly, her head down, body arched. Her breasts hung heavily, swinging slightly with every tremble and breath. Her voluptuously soft curves were clearly defined, the fullness of her stomach, her wide hips and ample buttocks thrust up, the swelling flesh of her pussy quite visible from behind as he moved around her, running his hand appreciatively over that soft, round ass. She quivered at his touch. Taking the handle of his whip, he ran it slowly over the curve of her buttock, into the valley between, then down to prod at the exposed dewy flesh and make her groan.

 "Am I humiliating you, Aurora?” he purred, caressing her ass and rubbing the handle of the whip against her female flesh. “Do you like it?"

 Aurora sniffled, shuddering. “Y-yes ... M-master,” she managed slowly.

 "Good. You like the pain. Yet you are humiliated because you do."

 Aurora moaned again. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

 He prodded the handle of the whip into her body. It slid in easily. “You like sex but are embarrassed because pain makes you hot. Pitiful."

 Aurora dropped her head, masses of strawberry-red hair covering her face. “Yes, Master,” she whispered, barely audible.

 Gareth slid the handle of the whip out of her and flicked the thongs across her exposed pussy. It cracked loudly and Aurora screamed at the sting. “I couldn't hear you,” he snapped sternly. “When you speak to me, slave , I'd damn well better be able to hear you, or you will find out what even more intense pain is like. Pain without pleasure."

 Aurora sobbed. “No, no!” she cried. “I'm sorry! Please!"

 Gareth snarled, “Then repeat yourself."

 "Yes, Master Gareth.” Aurora said, her voice shaking and hoarse, “Yes. You are right."

 Gareth raised the whip and snapped it across her pussy again, wrenching another scream from her. “What am I right about? Tell me."

 Aurora shuddered, sobbing making it difficult to speak properly, “You-you are right ... about me. I am embarrassed because—” she coughed, managing, “—pain makes me ... very hot, Master.” She moaned loudly, as though the admission itself was humiliating.

 Gareth listened to her with a demonic grin that turned truly satanic at her final words. “Excellent, pet,” he purred, kissing the flesh he'd just spanked. She stiffened and screamed. He pulled the steaming, newly wet folds of her into his mouth and sucked on them, swirling his tongue around them, sliding into her slit, toying with the swollen nub of her clitoris and dipping into, then exploring her cunny.

 Aurora thrust against him, moaning loudly and squirming. He could hear her crying and gasping. “Oh ... Yes, Master, please ! Suck my clit, please! Please! Yes! More, more! Please, please, Master Gareth ... please, please make me come! Ooooohhhh...” And he wanted to, she tasted so incredibly sweet and tender, she was so much younger than he was and so juicy, he wanted to eat her up, almost literally. She was unlike anything he'd had before, which was saying something. How someone with her background could still be this soft and nubile, fresh and deliciously innocent , Gareth was sure he didn't know. He wanted to see what she'd taste like when she came ... but, as his Uncle Rybnik was fond of saying, there was plenty of time for that after the training was over. With more reluctance than he'd even been aware of, Gareth raised his head, licking his lips and sat back.

 Aurora's cry of dismay was almost wretched and it amused him so much he nearly forgot how delicious she was.

 Collecting his whip, he sat back, considering the round, delectable ass she was unconsciously wiggling in a very inviting way. He grinned wickedly. Tossing back the lashes, he sent them down across her creamy flesh, wrenching a scream from her tortured lungs and bringing up red welts from her skin. With a laugh of pure fiendish enjoyment, Gareth set to with the whip, marking her with the skill of a connoisseur of the art.

 Aurora's cries degenerated into groans, which eventually became soft moans as her ass got redder. Her body shook under the blows, moisture streaming down her legs. Gareth finally slowed his flogging, then stopped, admiring the red-streaked and catted flesh of Aurora's lovely round ass.

 "Ah...” he breathed, rubbing his hot hand over her skin, smirking at the hiss of pain that came from her, “Beautiful, my pet. You mark very well.” He chuckled. “And you took that very well.” He leaned down to kiss her skin. “Did you like it?"

 Aurora grunted softly, trembling. She was still trying to bear her own weight but was shaking very hard. He could tell she was trying to speak but her body wouldn't let her. He considered lowering her to the ground but decided against it. “Don't make me repeat myself,” he warned, his voice still soft and rich but colder than before.

 Aurora groaned, swallowed hard several times and forced out, “Yesss ... Master..."

 Gareth smiled. “Quite right. Of course you did, you little pain slut!” He slapped her butt hard with the palm of his hand and she shrieked, stiffening. “That's what you are. A pain slut."

 Aurora shuddered.

 He slapped her again. “Like that?"

 She groaned, sniffling but answered in a shaky whisper, “Yes, Master."

 Gareth frowned. “What?” he snarled.

 Aurora swallowed hard. “Yes, Master!” she cried out, “Yes! I like it!"

 He laughed malevolently and spanked her again. “What are you?"

 "A pain slut!” she screamed.

 He spanked her again. “Whose are you?"

 "Your pain slut, Master Gareth!"

 He spanked her again and she began crying. “Damn straight you are, Aurora,” he snapped with a nasty leer. “My fucking pain slut slave. I doubt you'll forget that, now."

 Aurora sobbed. “Yes, Master,” she managed. “Never. I will never forget."

 He raised his hand again and she stiffened, but he only used it to caress her stinging ass. “You're a very good little pain slut, pet,” he said in a softer tone. “And I think you deserve a reward."

 Aurora's entire body began to tremble, very hard. He grinned. “What do you think your reward should be?” he asked her, kneading her stinging skin with one hand as he reached over to caress a breast with the other.

 "Fuck me, Master Gareth.” Aurora moaned softly, “Let me come. Please . I'll do anything you want, just let me come."

 He laughed softly. “I know you'll do anything I want. Don't bargain with me.” He continued to massage and caress. “And I'm only allowing you one reward. Fuck you or let you come."

 Aurora stiffened, moaned, then dissolved into sobbing.

 He chuckled. “I'll make it easy on you, slave. I'll fuck you. You deserve that and I want to. However, the only way you're allowed to come is when I say so. You will come on command from now on. The consequences for not doing so will be dire.” He slapped her ass lightly but enough to sting, enjoying the hiss and renewed sounds of crying coming from her. “Do you understand me?"

 "Y-y-y ... y-yes ... M-m-master..."

 "Excellent."

 He moved around to her head to cup her chin in his hand and bring his mouth down on hers. She kissed him so wantonly, with such abandon and raw passion that he knew even though she was humiliated and terrified of him, she was entirely under his thrall, completely entranced by him. She was his and completely willing to be so. He let her kiss him, her mouth, lips and tongue telling him everything he wanted to know. She'd wanted him from the moment she'd seen him. His tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, he sucked her lips and tongue, mashing her lips under his, growling.

 He was strange, alien with a diabolical and powerful reputation that preceded him even to her sedate part of existence. She was attracted to the villainous type. He was something she'd never seen before. She growled herself, panting, thrusting her tongue repeatedly against his. He knew these things as certainly as he knew she'd never be free again. She was a slave to him, to his family and she was content to be that, for as long as she survived their wants and desires.

 He'd collar her as soon as possible.

 Tearing himself from her luscious mouth, he shoved her back and moved around her body, tweaking nipples, scraping his fingernails along such over-sensitized skin that she gave a hoarse scream. He dug his long fingers into the flesh of her ass as he positioned his painfully stiff and throbbing erection at the entrance to her pussy. Her ass shuddered in front of him and he summoned up a tendril which coalesced into a cock-like shaft that pressed at the tight little entrance to her ass and began to rub. Aurora groaned, murmuring, “Yes, Master, please, fuck my pussy and my ass..."

 He chuckled, shivers running through him at the sensation of his firm, heated head, caressing her slick, hot pussy, added to the sensation coming from the magical cirri probing at her ass. He paused a moment more, then rammed into her hard with both his cock and the magical extension.

 Aurora screamed, squirming. Gareth began to pump her, hard and fast, slamming her body with his. His balls slapped against her pussy, coming away wet and slippery, which only served to increase the wet, slurping sounds coming from the two of them as they rocked against each other. They groaned and grunted with the visceral pleasure of the base act of fucking . He growled, keeping on top of the animalistic rutting long enough to command Aurora to come, which she did, in a screaming, writhing, shuddering explosion that surprised him with the power of it. Her body squeezed his cock so hard it hurt, sending bolts of pleasure through him and continued to spasm, each time sending new waves of pain through his pounding member.

 "Oh ... yes ... Master, fuck me! Fuck me hard ... yes! Oooohh...” She groaned, struggling. “Yeah ... I love it in the ass and pussy ... fuck me harder! Harder!"

 The probe fucking her ass expanded in size as Gareth shifted his cock to stretch her. He relishing Aurora's loud, long groan as he picked up his pace, hammering into her body, causing her to scream again. Another climax overtook her, the incoherent cries and convulsions of her orgasming body made him even more savage and feral. Her body shuddered with the impact of each thrust. Her breasts bounced and swung, slapping her in the face when she lowered her head to gasp, grunting and licking them when she could. “Oh yes...” she moaned, “Yes ... oh, fuck me! Yes ... I'm so full ... Fuck me, oh it hurts ... Yes, Master...” She sucked at her tits again and tossed her head, writhing as another orgasm hit her.

 He fucked her hard and fast, forcing her to come again and again as he pounded into her, snarling and growling. His fingers bruised her already flogged buttocks. The sensation of the magical probe also slamming into her and rubbing against his cock as it did so sent him into a barbaric state of mind where his pleasure was all that mattered.

 The screaming woman beneath him was merely a toy for his enjoyment. He felt himself beginning to come and yelled, his cock throbbing, making her scream as well as he shot his juices deep into her body. He let the probe go at the same time and continued to pump, squeezing the come from his body with each thrust. Aurora was screaming, thrusting and shuddering as she came again.

 He pumped her until he was spent and she was slumping, panting. Her voice was hoarse and her body shook violently from the force and power of his brutal assault. He pulled himself out and withdrew the tendril.

 Watching her, he smiled smugly, a satisfied smile that would have frightened her to the depths of her soul, had she seen it. Sitting back, he allowed himself to catch his breath and enjoy the feeling of finally, completely having Aurora Katran, after waiting all this time to enjoy her. Sargos had indeed been a fool, to let something as delicious as Aurora go free.

 Drawing a deep breath, he reclothed himself, stood slowly and stretched. He hung the cat from his belt and made his tendrils pull Aurora up, forcing her to her knees, legs spread, before him.

 "Look up at me,” he commanded in a level, firm voice.

 With an effort, she brought her head up.

 Her eyes were red-rimmed, glistening with unshed tears, cheeks bright red and lips swollen from his kisses and her biting of them. Her strawberry colored hair tumbled over her shoulders and down her back. Her creamy, ample body still quivered, entwined with wispy white tendrils of considerable power.

 Aurora's heavy, gorgeously oversized breasts were striped by his whip, as were her soft, rounded tummy and her full, swollen pussy still dripping wet and throbbing. Her hands had been forced to rest on her knees, her buttocks resting on her heels.

 "You were adequate, slave,” he said sternly. “You can learn and respond to commands but still need some work in the obedience department. You will not get to taste the whip if you do not obey me and anyone else I assign you to. Do you understand, slave?"

 Aurora swallowed hard and nodded.

 "Yes, Master,” she said softly.

 "Your punishment will be denial of sex and sexual contact. You enjoy sex and pain together too much for beatings to be an incentive for correct behavior. I will, however, have you subjected to the tortures of Janassi, should you defy your Masters or refuse to learn your lessons. Do you understand? Those tortures will not be pleasant."

 Aurora shivered. “Y-yes, Master. I only want you to be pleased with me. I will try—"

 Gareth shook his head. “ No. You will do what you are told. Trying implies failure. Failure is not an option. If you wish to remain with me or even have the rare gift of touching me again, you will do what you are told, learn what you are instructed to learn. You will not fail, or you will suffer."

 He considered her and said, “There are torments of the sexual kind you will not find so pleasurable, my little pain slut. Such as being consigned to the Breeding Pits. If you like being fucked every way possible, constantly, by any and every kind of being imaginable, unable to even die to escape it, then, by all means, disobey."

 Aurora's eyes widened, first in disbelief, then in horror as the truth dawned across her pretty face.

 Gareth smiled grimly. “Perhaps I shall let you visit them some time.” He chuckled. “To drive home my point. You won't die there. You will stay young and pretty and perpetually horny with no hope, ever , of release. That way you don't fight them when they come to you."

 He chuckled again at the effect that had on her.

 She winced, recoiling from him.

 "And they will come , over and over. And nothing you can do will stop them. Eventually, you will want them. You will lose your sanity. They all do. Eventually."

 He knelt in front of her, caressing her cheek as tears began to trickle down, slowly. “If you think being controlled for this long was torture, my pretty little slave, imagine an eternity of it."

 "Oh, no, Master Gareth...” Aurora whispered, shaking her head a little, laying her cheek in his hand, “I swear, I will never make you angry enough to send me there. I swear it. Please don't consider it. I'd do anything to make you happy."

 She kissed his palm and he let her, her words were too sweet and her lips too soft to deny himself this pleasure.

 " Anything,” she whispered against his hand.

 It was precisely the reaction he'd wanted from her.

 He smiled.

 "Quite right. Of course you will."

 A gesture brought a flash of silver, black and white leather, and Gareth's hands were suddenly fastening a wide band of silver, lined in white leather trimmed in black, around Aurora's neck. He closed the collar, which sealed itself with a slight hiss, becoming an unbroken ring of metal, with only a silver ring decorating the front of it.

 Aurora gasped in shock as she realized what he'd done.

 "You swore,” Gareth said, smiling as he showed her the large black signet ring he wore on the hand she'd been kissing.

 "You're oathbound to Janassi now, Aurora Katran. You're a Janassi slave, for life."

 Aurora stared at him, fear radiating from her, mixed with what was clearly a heightened sexual excitement unlike anything she'd ever experienced. He knew it as he looked at her and felt her. She was so easily open to him, it was almost pathetic. But it came from being a simple mistress, a slightly fancy whore with a little too much pride for her station.

 Another gesture brought a finely wrought, thick silver chain with a white leather handle and a large locking clip on the end. This, Gareth fastened to the ring on Aurora's collar and pulled her to her feet. She wobbled precariously but was able to maintain her position.

 "You are tired. I expect you're also hungry and thirsty."

 "Yes Master,” she replied softly.

 He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, bringing her close against him. He dipped his head and kissed her lips, thoroughly and deeply. She melted against him, returning the kiss. Pushing her away after a few minutes, Gareth wrapped his arm around her waist. “Then we shall retire to my hall and I shall have you fed, washed and allow you some sleep."

 Aurora moaned softly. “Oh, yes, Master Gareth. Thank you."

 He smirked. “Dawning next, you will meet Lord Rybnik."

 With a raised hand, they both vanished.
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