Rainna pretended not to notice his anger, she had tossed the kimono off the bed, and
now reclined upon it, stretched out with her taut belly arched like a cat’s. “Close the
balcony, the thunder is too loud. And create some light in here,” she purred, gazing at
his naked body seductively.
Dace did as she asked; folding the accordion doors closed and flicking the little
catches which made the slats close completely. In darkness he moved confidently around the
room, locating his flint and lighting a candle and then stalking around the room with a
pantherish grace, lighting various lamps and candelabrum until the room blazed with a rich
and softly warm flickering light. He returned to stand at the foot of the bed, reaching
out to grip the posts with both hands and lean far forward as they gazed lovingly into
each other’s eyes.
Rainna spread her legs slowly wide, and then snapped them closed smiling. She
spread them again, slowly, revealing her bare pudendum only to close them again tightly.
“Make love to me,” she whispered; a command.
He climbed up on the bed beside her, trailing a hand up her leg as he moved next to
her. She kept her legs closed tight, smiling at him as she reached up and back to grip the
edge of the bed. He climbed slowly above her, careful to keep his weight off her as he
caressed a firm breast with one hand. Dipping his head, he kissed her cheek, her neck,
caressing the veins with his organ. Slowly he kissed her lips, she opened her mouth to him
and their tongues sparked as he fed hungrily, drinking in the silky sweetness of her as
their tongues entwined. Her stomach locked tight to him her pelvis thrusting upwards
though her legs remained closed. He continued kissing her, her face, her cheeks, sucking
gently on the side of her neck until she uttered a low moan. Her eyes closed, her thighs
fell apart, legs wrapping, entangling with his own. Using the tips of his fingers he
guided himself into her, just inside; he halted there, holding himself still above her.
Ducking his head, he kissed her very gently on the lips, a featherlight kiss she could
barely feel, leaving her mouth trembling in expectation of more. She half-opened her eyes
and silently mouthed his name; in the soft light her pupils glowed with excitement. He
thrust in a tiny bit more, holding back to increase her desire. She was warm and taut,
every slightest movement from either of them sending exquisitely tantalizing feelings
shooting through him.
“Rainna?” He whispered, in answer she just mouthed his name soundlessly again.
Suddenly without warning he drove himself all the way into her in one smooth strong
thrust; her half lidded pupils seemed to dilate as she whimpered something that might have
been his hereditary name, growling it deep in the back of her throat. He paused for just a
second after that first deep entry, then her thighs opened a bit more and they began to
move together with a sweet, gentle rhythm.
He made love to her tenderly at first, slowly, but after a time her breathing
quickened, coming steadily louder and gasps turned to moans. His own pace picked up in
response and soon he found himself roughly pounding into her wildly bucking hips as she
wrapped her legs tightly around him, lifting and curling her buttocks to bring her limbs
up high around his stomach and sides, locking her ankles against his spine.
Neither of them noticed as the slave returned, empty chamber pot cradled in one arm
she closed the door behind her as she entered, then stopped to apprise the entwined bodies
on the bed. Hesitantly, not wishing to disturb them she knelt and then crawled toward the
bed, reaching it without catching her owner’s attention, she replaced the pot beneath the
bed. Unsure of what to do next, and too afraid of the legendary fighter humping on the bed
to leave without being dismissed, the slave crawled backward several feet until she could
be easily seen by anyone reclining on the bed before stretching herself out prostrate on
the hard stone floor, pressing her face into the ground submissively and placing her hands
behind her back, crossing them at the wrists; she lay there, and waited.
Dace looped an arm beneath her knees, breaking the lock of her ankles and spreading
her out, forcing her legs backward until her knees pressed into her shoulders painfully
and taking all of her leverage from her; but both their bodies had taken over and could
not be slowed or reasoned with. The exertion caused his breath to increase slightly, his
fine control wearing under the onslaught of activity. Her own breathing was frenzied as
this new position allowed him to slide in and out in long deep probing strokes. He felt
himself close to the end, and slowed his thrusts for a moment. Reaching up to her heels he
held her gently by the soles of her feet, his sensitive fingers stroking her there, making
her toes curl reflexively in response, and than he extended his arms far apart, spreading
her wide open. Her hip movements became sporadic as he stroked into her harder, faster,
going ever deeper; low animal like moans ripped out of her. He remained silent until the
last final moment, groaning softly as he came exploding into her repeatedly; he continued
to thrust until the very end, when he sank himself in to the hilt and let the final spasms
end in utter stillness.
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