Rendezvous in Darkness

There was no distinguishing between encounters of the flesh and the spirit, with them. Before she came to Ughelor she hadn't known his face, but their masters had coupled them together in dreams and from behind masks a dozen times, a hundred. Touch had only been one more sensation. He was with her in the black around her reflecting pool. His hands reached for her, grabbing at the dress their gods had made for her. He tore it apart like it was made from cobwebs. Only enough so that he could touch all the parts of her that he wanted - baring her breasts, uncovering her ass. She reclined herself for him over their reflection and felt the full weight of him. The weight that the priest was afraid of, she thought with glee. She wasn't afraid of him.

"You like that they want me," she laughed.

He was all around her. "They wouldn't have come if they didn't want you," he said.

"Not like that," she said. "Not for my father, or for virtue. You saw the way they look at me." Pious eyes trying to skirt past her curves. Unable to stop thinking of the fullness of her lips, and how she could use them to please. Cador wasn't a jealous man. She had shared unholy liturgies with peasants and unthinking lords enough for her to know that. But he loved to have her, and loved knowing that she was his before anyone else's, save for the gods.

"They don't look at you," he said. They don't see you, he said in the tongue of the Pit. He was naked, too. His member pressed against her leg and she pushed herself closer to her. Only he saw her for what she was. He knew all the thoughts she'd hidden away from the well meaning people of Losk all her life before she came to Ughelor. If they'd known her lusts and her need for power they would have burned her long ago.

"Fuck me," she begged him. He always wanted her to say it before he gave her that pleasure. Her fingers tensed tight against the stone pedestal as she felt the breadth of him push inside her. He was a tall man, and broad, and his dick was well suited for him. Every time he fucked her it was painful. She loved the pain. It was a reminder of the flesh and the limitations of the body that they would transcend together.

"You're my whore," he said as he fucked her. She could imagine the curl of his lip. Her cunt was a spell of its own on him. She was wet enough for her to hear it, but she knew he needed her flesh more than he needed hers. He grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her into place.

Every thrust shook her. Her feet dangled in the air as he **** her up into the air. "Don't- leave- marks," she cautioned him between gasps and thrusts. He thrust deep inside her so that his body and hers were flush together. "Or they'll know just what I am too soon."

"Fuck them," he growled.

"If you want me to," she giggled. He slapped her ass. That would leave a mark, but if any of the knights were in any position to see it, it would already be too late.

"I'll slaughter them if I have to." His hands were rough, heavy, but when he touched her between her legs as he fucked her she saw the heavens and hell all at once.

The darkness drew tight around them as they both climbed toward their summits. Always together, they felt the communion of their gods. They were watching. The deep gods loved pleasure: they knew it made the human body more subject to them. "Inside me," she growled like a tiger. "I want to feel it while we dine with them."

"In your mouth," he countered. "I want them to smell it on your breath."

She loved his offer, and flew free of him, falling onto her knees and taking his cock in both hands. She pumped it as it twitched, physically and spiritually, and felt him release. His cum flowed out and into her open mouth, and when he was finished, as it dripped over her lips, she swallowed, and tasted his glory.