Fantasyland 02 The Golden Dynasty (22 page)

I stared into his dark eyes. Then I
realized I didn’t want that. In fact, the look in his eyes,
I
really
didn’t
want that.

Damn.

I stomped to him trying to look as pissed as
I was, an endeavor which I was pretty sure succeeded.

I was four feet away when he leaned forward,
reached out with his long arms and yanked me to him so I was
plastered to his body and his arms were super tight around
mine.

Um. Uh-oh.

“Lahn,” I whispered, pressing my hands
against his chest.

He spoke and when he did, it was soft and
his eyebrows went up.

Diandra translated, “My wife will bathe
me?”

Um.
Uh-oh!

Shit. Now what had I done?

“Uh…” Shit! God, there was nothing for it.
“Yes,” I confirmed.

More from Lahn, more from Diandra.

“Plait my hair?”

Me and my big mouth.

“Yes.”

“Paint me?”

I bit my lip because I liked the idea of
doing
that
then
whispered, “Yes.”

He grinned.

Then his face dipped close and his eyes got
hot before he spoke.

When Diandra translated, I realized I really
had to learn the Korwahk language and fast. She was now a serious
third wheel and if it wasn’t embarrassing for her, it was for
me.

“
My wife will take my cock between her
legs
and
in her
mouth?”

“Y… yes,” I stammered.

“Her mouth?” he reiterated.

Oh man, I felt a tingle between my legs so
they shifted.

He felt it, he knew what caused it and his
eyes got hotter.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Then he spoke and Diandra translated.

“Your king will grant this request. No more
Xacto, Lahnahsahna, only my golden queen.”

I stared at him.

Oh my God.

He gave in.

He gave in!

My warrior king gave in.

I felt my belly melt. Then I whispered,
“Shahsha, honey.”

Lahn smiled.

Then I relaxed in his arms, held his eyes
and licked my lips.

He watched me do that then he grunted,
“Veeyoo,” and Diandra didn’t translate.

She got up instantly and headed to the cham
flaps.

She stopped at them, I looked around Lahn to
her, mouthed “Thank you,” and in return she winked before she
mouthed, “Well done,” then slapped the flaps back and she was
gone.

The minute she was, one of Lahn’s arms went
from around me, his hand curled around my jaw and moved my face to
looking up at him all the while shuffling me back to the bed.

His head dipped to mine so his lips were so
close, I could feel his breath.

“Kah Circe wahloo boh,” he murmured and I
could tell by the heat in his eyes and the words I understood in
that sentence that he meant I was starting now.

Oh man.

He turned us then sat on the bed, pressing
me down to my knees before him.

Yep, I was starting now.

Right
now.

His long legs were on either side of me,
knees bent. He reached for my hands and guided them to the sides of
his hides where both our fingers tugged the ties. Once we had two
sets undone, he left my hands where they were, put his in the bed
behind him and my head tipped way back to catch his eyes.

When I saw the look in them, my breath
caught in my throat. There was no need to translate that look. That
look spoke volumes.

One could say my king liked his queen on her
knees between his legs.

Mm.

“Kah Circe wahloo boh,” he murmured, his
voice thick.

I bit my lip. Then I reached out a tentative
hand and rested it against his crotch.

He was, as ever, ready for me. My eyes
dropped and I had visual proof.

Mm.

I felt a rush of heat between my legs and
automatically my eyes went half mast.

I had a feeling I was going to enjoy this so
I decided I might as well do as my king commanded and start
now.

I peeled his hides back and my present was
instantly revealed.

“Oh yeah,” I whispered, wrapped my fist
around the base, moved in and my eyes lifted to my husband to watch
his face as I commenced with performing my wifely duties.

I was right, I enjoyed it.

But I knew for a fact my husband enjoyed it
more.

* * * * *

The tent was filled with candlelight and I
was naked, on my side in bed with Lahn, the sheet up to our waists,
his arms around me, our eyes were locked.

My hand slid to his chest.

“Chest,” I whispered.

He tipped his face forward until his
forehead was resting against mine.

“Fantastic,” he whispered back, I blinked
then remembered I called his body fantastic when I was ranting and
I was surprised, and impressed, that he heard the word and
remembered it through the translation.

Jeez, he was good.

“Yes, baby, fantastic,” I replied softly and
slid my hand up his chest to his face. “Cheek,” I told him when my
hand rested against his, it moved and I touched his eye with my
fingertips, both of them closed and I kept going, “Eye,” then down,
his eyes opened and then I whispered, “Lips,” when my fingers
touched there.

Those lips smiled then my hand sifted back
into his hair that I’d let loose earlier.

“Hair,” I said quietly.

He grinned. “Gorgeous.”

There it was again.

I grinned back. “Yeah,
definitely
gorgeous,” I agreed, my fingers gliding
down through the thick mass and his hand moved from my waist, over
my hip, down my thigh which he lifted and hooked over his
hip.

Then it slid back up my thigh to my hip and
up to my breast where he cupped it, gave it a gentle squeeze and
lightly pressed his forehead against mine.

I got what he wanted. “Breast,” I told him
on a whisper.

“Fantastic,” he whispered back and my belly
dipped.

His thumb slid gently over my nipple and I
pressed my lips together at the sensation that caused then
breathed, “Nipple.”

I watched his eyelids lower slightly and
damn, it was sexy.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured and my belly
warmed.

His hand released my breast and glided down,
his fingers curled in so when he stroked my belly, he did it using
the backs of them.

“Belly,” I said softly.

“Mm,” he mumbled and that rough sound glided
through me like a soft touch.

His hand moved down between my legs and he
filled me with a finger.

I said no words because I couldn’t. My lips
had parted and I’d pulled in a soft breath as my hips twitched.

“Sweet,” he whispered and my body melted
into his.

“Shahsha, kah Lahn,” I breathed.

His finger slid out and he rolled it once,
hard against my clit. I gasped softly again then it slid back down
and filled me.

“My Circe is sweet,” he told me and my hand
went from his back to wrap around the side of his neck.

“Lahn,” I whispered and his thumb went to my
clit as his finger moved in and out. “Yes,” I breathed.

“
Oh
yes, baby,” he corrected, his thumb pressing
deeper, I vaguely realized my king
really
paid attention but mostly I was concentrating on what his
fingers were doing and the fact that my hips were
jerking.

“Oh yes,” I agreed, ducked my head down and
shoved my face in his throat as my hips moved to ride his hand.

He added another finger and I tipped my head
back to run my tongue along his throat.

He kept at me and I kept riding his fingers
until he suddenly turned me so my back was to his front, he shifted
my hips with his big hands, then he drove his cock inside. His arms
moved around me, his finger going to my clit, his other hand
cupping my breast to tug at a nipple as he stroked deep.

My head reared back and my body bucked.

“Oh yeah, baby, that’s better,” I
breathed.

“Yes,” he grunted, “better, kah Circe.”

“Fuck me, Lahn,” I begged and I guessed that
was sort of universal because he added hard to the deep. “Yes.”

I felt him shove his face in my neck and his
tongue touched there as his thrusts drove even deeper and started
to go faster.

Then I covered both of his hands with my
own, my neck arched way back, pressing against his shoulder, my
lips parted and I moaned a long, silent moan as I climaxed a long,
really fucking great climax.

A few minutes later, Lahn’s forceful, rough
groan wasn’t even close to silent.

He stayed planted deep for a long time, his
hands cupping me in two places, my hands covering his and my breath
evened out as I listened to his do the same.

Then he gently slid out but the minute I
lost his cock, his long finger slid back in and his mouth came to
my ear.

“My Circe is sweet,” he growled then his
teeth nipped my ear.

I smiled into the candlelight.

His head settled to the pillows and I
pressed back into him as deep as I could go, my hands still over
his where they claimed me.

And about two seconds later I fell asleep in
the same position, claimed, in more ways than one, by my king.

We Didn’t Do All That Badly

I wrapped the wide, absorbent cloth around
Lahn’s hips after having dried him. I secured it then, with my
hands at his hips, I looked up into his eyes.

“You’re done, baby,” I whispered.

I’d used buckets of warm water and soap
that the girls had provided to bathe Lahn while he stood in our
tent. He was a mountain of a man so there was a lot of him – a lot
of skin, a lot of muscle, a lot of
everything
and all of it was good but it was even better wet,
slick and soapy.
The
rugs on the ground were a sopping wet, soapy mess. But the bath
was
seriously
fun.

His eyes dropped to my chest and one of his
hands went to my waist as his other hand cupped my breast and I
looked down to see my apple green nightgown was soaking wet, my
nipples were hard and nothing was left to the imagination.

“Not done,” he growled, my head tipped back
just as his thumb slid over my nipple, my knees buckled and it was
good Lahn was as fast as he was big because his hands caught me at
the waist before my legs could go out, he lifted me up, they
wrapped around his hips, my arms around his shoulders and he took
two long strides to the bed where he took us both down.

Then his hand slid down then up again,
inside my nightgown as his lips trailed my neck.

Oh yeah, bath time was going to be fun.

* * * * *

It was late afternoon and Diandra and I were
headed to Narinda’s. Seerim had given the all clear for the visit
and I was anxious to see her to check how she was doing.

But I had something on my mind.

“Um, Diandra?” I called; she patted my hand
in the crook of her arm and looked at me.

“Yes, Circe?”

“Does, um… Seerim, uh… kiss you?”

Her brows drew together. “Kiss me?”

“Don’t you have that word? Uh –”

“We have that word, of course we do, my
dear. And yes, of course Seerim kisses me.”

I looked away and felt my stomach
clench.

Lahn had yet to kiss me. It was weird and
this had lasted so long now
I
was
afraid of kissing
him
.

“Ah…” Diandra murmured on a squeeze of my
hand.

I looked back at her to see she was smiling.
“What?”

“The Xacto,” she started, I braced when I
heard that word and she went on, “do many things for our warriors.
They teach the young ones much. But they are not allowed to touch
mouth to mouth.”

“What?” I asked and she turned her eyes to
me.

“They aren’t allowed to kiss the
warriors.”

I felt my brows lift. “Why not?”

She got close to me and her voice lowered.
“Because their mouths have been many places, my dear.”

Uh… gross.

I looked forward again and mumbled, “Other
parts of them have too and by your account they don’t avoid
those.”

She chuckled then explained, “Yes, this is
true and those places are private and special to those of us lucky
enough to keep them so. But the mouth is close to the eyes and the
eyes the Korwahk believe are portals to the spirit inside. They
believe, if you open these portals to the wrong people, they can
steal your spirit, cripple you, render you useless, lame. A warrior
does not want
that.
”

Portals to the spirit. Windows to the soul.
I’d heard that before and I figured they meant the same thing in a
way.

She kept talking. “They do not wish for
such as the Xacto to be close to the warrior spirit.
That
, my dear
Circe, is kept safe and given only to ones they trust… ones they
love.”

I bit my lip.

Diandra guessed. “The Dax has not kissed
you.”

“No,” I mumbled.

“It could be, my dear, he does not know
how.”

This was such a bizarre notion, my step
faltered and my head snapped around to look at her.
“
What?
”

Her head turned to me and she stated, “It
would not surprise me.”

“That’s… well, that’s crazy,” I told
her.

“I see,” she grinned her wicked grin, “he
pleases you much in your cham.”

He certainly did.

I felt my cheeks burn, she saw them and then
she chuckled a wicked chuckle.

Then she stopped us, turned us to facing and
I saw her eyes were not wicked and knowing but kind and
understanding.