Chapter 42

Our flight from the Pure encampment went smoothly. They hadn’t been communicating particularly well between the separate rooms, and with the shroud of silence in place, no one came to investigate, even while we were looting. Not that we took much time about it, just grabbing whatever looked most valued.

With the state the camp was in, I doubted that their ideas of ‘most valued’ included food and water. We pushed hard to move far enough that Myta felt comfortable taking a break, and then everyone who was not assigned to keep watch was sent to sleep. Some of the more inexperienced complained that the lingering excitement of battle would surely keep them awake, but they were **** to a man within minutes.

Those of us who were best off in terms of fatigue kept the first watch. We allowed the others to rest, until our own senses became too dulled, then we woke them and switched. We were roused before our allotted sleeping tim had passed, only to fight another brief battle. Then we moved, and rested again.

That was the last pursuit that we faced, and I took grim satisfaction in the fact that our little band had accounted for a third of the enemy’s numbers. Our conflict wouldn’t be so easy going forward, I knew.

We eventually found time to search through our prizes, which were not much to speak of. Some practical supplies, spirits, and recreational ****. I thought their quantities were beyond foolish, but then it occurred to me to wonder how long some of these men had been down here. I also found supplements to maintain the health of those who lacked fresh food and sunlight for long periods of time.

Perhaps the **** and other intoxicants were meant to relieve the minds of people who had been confined for far too long. If so, seizing or destroying those supplies might be a much greater blow to their morale than I had thought.

We needed to avoid such things. Especially now, still suffering the after effects of our raiding, intoxicants would numb our reason to the point of idiocy. Myta ensured that her instructions were clear, none of our company would touch them, at least until we knew we were safe. Hati, would be the arbiter of punishment.

Myta and I retreated to her inner world, seeking our own form of relaxation on our next rest period. Though at this point I realized it was more our inner world. The pathway between her space and mine was now complete, no longer passing through the gray mists at all. Whatever distance had lain between us was now gone, and I could command and shape her space as easily as my own.

I wondered if perhaps those mists represented distance in the Radiant Sea. There was no safe way for me to test that, one way or another. But it would make sense, with how strong our bond had grown. Such musings were for another time, however.

Myta was already present, and ready. She appeared without clothing, bearing no adornment beyond the very prominent collar about her neck. I could tell what she wanted from me, by the way har collar drew my eyes, almost compelling my attention. I felt a whim cross my mind, and decided to indulge in it.

With a thought, I conjured a stone stage beneath my vas. A platform of polished dark marble, adorned with gold inlay. Pillars rose from its surface, bearing wide bowls atop them, which sported bright and flickering flames to light the stage.

It wasn’t too bright, and the dancing of the flames caused the gold to glitter like sparkling stars. I hadn’t tried to make the stage too solid, or too detailed. But, it sprang into existence so perfectly formed that it was clear this fragment of my youth dominated my memories more than I had thought.

Next, I clad Myta in diaphanous silk veils, held in place by adornments of bronze and gold. The sheer cloth draped in lose arcs about her body, pinned at her wrists and ankles by the thin bands of metal there. The outfit hid little, but gave the illusion of concealment. Tantalizing with the idea of a stolen glimpse of forbidden skin.

I was momentarily overcome with a wave of nostalgia, but this wasn’t right. These clothes were meant for the seductive dances of soft-handed attendants. Women and men whose skills had lay in massage or healing, in the pleasures of flesh and spirit. Myta was someone very different. Only the crimson and gold colors of those silk veils suited her.

With another thought, I began to change her outfit to something more fitting of my warrior love. Thin bangles transformed into greaves and bracers, still golden and elegantly formed. Her silks pulled taut around her body, no longer tantalizing, but clearly revealing each line of muscle in her lithe form. Putting her dark nipples and numerous scars on prominent display.

A mock spear appeared in her hand, a flexible wooden shaft tipped with a ribbon of silk, rather than a killing blade. The outfit gave her an air of proud strength, and was far more suited for her.

Myta began stepping through her forms, moving at half speed, displaying her skill for me. She flowed from one to the next, her body perfectly controlled and fluid. It wasn’t the sensual and provocative dances of my youth, but she had just as much grace to display as any temple attendant ever had. My desire rose, consuming both my body and spirit, but I didn’t rush onto the stage and take her. My heart desired that she be the one to come to me.

Flowing and spinning across ther stage she increased the speed of her motions. Her grey skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, and her pert breasts heaved with panting breaths. It was the feel of my desire that roused her, this level of exertion was no strain to her at all. Even as she began to increase her pace, she did so with perfect form, while shifting her stance to best display her sculpted body to my admiring gaze. The silk plastered to her skin now, just damp enough to eliminate any trace of concealment it might have provided.

My lust surged higher, and hers rose in response. We were mirrors of passion, for all that I stood motionless and silent, while she blurred faster and faster. Whipping her spear through the air now, and leaving bright trails all around her as the scarf on the end seemed to come alight with golden flame. It was a breathtaking display, may precious by my knowledge that I was the only one who would likely ever see it. I knew in my heart that my flame would only ever dance like this for me.

That possessive thought from me was her breaking point, and she threw herself into my arms, casting the prop spear carelessly aside. The red silk that adorned her slipped easily between our skin as I ran my hands over her back, and her buttocks, longing to feel every perfect inch of her. I willed my own clothes away, reveling in the slick sensation of her body pressed to mine, with just that sheer fabric between us.

My passion now unleashed, I seized her mouth with my own, my tongue plunging between her lips. For once Myta was not the yielding vessel for my desire she normally enjoyed being, and her tongue battled against mine. Not to end our embrace, far from it, she wanted more. More fire, more roughness, and an even more intense connection between us. She gripped the back of my head, clawed at my neck and shoulders, and ground her pelvis against me.

With a growl, I pushed her to the ground, and ripped the silk that draped down from her collar. I pushed one knee between her thighs, letting her grind her wet slit against it, as I lowered my mouth to her now exposed breasts. Squeezing her left mound harshly, I bit her around the nipple, savaging her flesh.

Myta shrieked, in both pain and satisfaction. She loved having the meaty parts of her body abused this way; her breasts, and ass, and thighs. It wasn’t the pain that did anything for her, but that sense of being owned and used. I knew that some part of her wanted the release of being an unthinking object, a vessel for my desires. And while I could never quite give her that, this sort of violent passion came close.

I was her master, and the gap between our strengths was never greater than in this place. My every touch filled her with a sense of my ownership and control. She fought me, just to feel me overpower her again.

Once I’d sufficiently abused her firm teats, I flipped her over. Reflexively she tried to raise her hips, but I shoved them back down against the hard stone. I dragged my nails down her bare back, shoving her shoulders back down when she tried to raise them as well. I slapped her ass a few times, alternating cheeks. We’d played this game not infrequently. The blows would give her an excuse to squirm, and then I would spank her harder in response. I kept it brief this time though, trailing my fingers lightly over her silk-clad rear instead, before tearing the garment away.

I spread her cheeks, letting her feel exposed as I admired her cleft and rear entrance both. I stroked the latter with my fingertip, just to tease. I hadn’t taken her there, yet. My thought made her moan, half in fear and half desire, but that would be for another time. Now I leaned over her, planting one hand on the middle of her back to support myself. I angled my cock down between her legs, then lowered myself atop her, piercing her sex instead.

This position angled my head to rub directly against the sweet spot inside her. The penetration wasn’t as deep, nor was I able to tend to her pearl while she was pinned so. But that wasn’t the point. This, like so many of our most aggressively intense moments, was about control. I lifted my hips and then plunged them back down at a frantic pace, giving as much length and power to my strokes as I could without slipping from her. It was a rough pounding, with no real finesse, and the only intimacy came from knowing that I was giving Myta exactly what she wanted right now. I pinned her wrists to the floor, and **** her through three small orgasms before spilling my seed inside her.

“Good girl,” I growled in her ear as I came. The words pushed her into a fourth, and final peak of her own.

The scrapes and bruises she’d suffered wouldn’t trouble her in the physical world, but the satisfied smile on her face as I tended to them made the effort more than worth it.