Cador's Coming

He went to her and kissed her mouth, grabbed her ass, touched her neck. The remnants of his magic were still in him. It made him even more vital and all the hungrier. She allowed him to push her back toward the bed for a moment, and then had a better idea. "No," she said.

He halted, pulling away to look at her. "No?" She looked into his eyes and saw a flash of fear. He wondered whether she was weaker than he thought, and would now betray him to the men below.

"Outside," she said with a simper. She didn't know whether they would be able to see the spire's balcony from beneath the walls, but the thought that they might lit a fire in her. What would Odo think, her father's faithful servant? Or Osteler, or the myriad knights who thought they might win her hand for their deeds of valor? Would they be able to persevere if they thought their wilting maiden was tainted by Cador's cock?

Cador shared her elation. He grabbed her and lifted her into the air, kissing her madly, and she wrapped her legs around him. He charged through the doorway and onto the balcony, pressing her against the guard. She slid down his body and turned around, pushing out her ass for him to appreciate. His hands were large enough to crush her, if their gods had allowed it. So long as their favor remained with her he could only love her body. He pushed up the hem of the robe and slid his fingers down the lips that were already slick to the touch for him. "Woman," he growled.

"Cador," she laughed, pushing herself back against him. His fingers pushed inside her and she gasped, unable to maintain her veneer. //His hands,// she decided. They were what she loved best. Those fingers so long they made her feel like he was touching her soul. The way he could move her with barely a twitch of his wrist. She groaned as he stroked her from the inside. "Gods below, that's good," she said with a sigh.

He pulled his fingers out from her and wrapped his hand around her mouth. She licked greedily at them, at her own wetness. The sound of buckles coming undone came next, and then the clatter of his armor's cuisses falling away. He nudged his robe aside and placed his cock against her. "Did you ever let them sample it, before?" he grunted. Postponing, to heighten her desperation for it.

"There was one boy," she said. "But I only used my hands. It was fun to see him wanting so much more and afraid to ask." After him there had only been the servants of the gods, mortal and immaterial, and the touch of the gods themselves by nightfall. Cador outshone them all. She jerked as he thrust into her. His hand slid down from her face to her neck, holding her in place as surely as he wielded the reins of his horse. She let him be as rough with her as he was with his steeds and his servants. He slapped her ass, summoning a crack like thunder. //Gods below, let them hear it,// she begged as the first moan escaped her. The heat of the fire had summoned rain. The thought of them miserable in their tents, tormented by the sound of his use of her, was like mana from heaven.

"This body is mine," Cador grunted.

Ours, whispered the gods.

"Ours!" Cador roared, plunging his cock into her again.

She laughed, and moaned. He stroked her clitoris as he fucked her to throw her into a storm of pleasure. Her hair fell over her face, black silk, but her hands were busy clinging to the balcony's guard to brush it away. He grabbed up her hair in one mighty hand and pulled it, forcing her to stare upward, seeing only the impression of him in the corner of her vision. It was enough to send thunderous shivers down her body, and then she felt him tense in return. "Inside me," she begged. "Do it inside me!"

He thrust into her, pulling her hips back against himself with his remaining hand, and complied. His seed filled her and she felt the warmth of his power. It was a sacred act, this - the lifeforce was the means by which the gods of the low places spread their malice in the world. The deepest wisdom said that humanity itself was their curse on the world their enemy had created.

Rachel fell forward onto the balcony. The rough stone of Ughelor scratched at her skin. The pain was liberating. She laughed aloud. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that," she said.