Fantasyland 02 The Golden Dynasty (44 page)

As was, I was getting, their way, the
Korwahk did not delay with completing the festivities. Men ran
forward, one grabbed both severed legs, two grabbed an arm each on
Dortak’s body and they dragged and carried the carcass pieces out
of the clearing, moving toward the pyre. Another man rushed forward
with Lahkan, Lahn’s horse and Lahn himself had moved to the head
which he snatched up by the tail.

While striding back to his mount, he tossed
Dortak’s bloody sword on the platform, it clattered across the wood
and his eyes went beyond me to Bain and/or Zahnin.

“
Unahyoo see,” he grunted,
Melt that.
Then his eyes came to me and he
reverted to English. “You’ve had enough and will not ride with me.
Drink and be cheerful with your people, I will return and we will
celebrate.”

I nodded.

He jerked his chin up, attached Dortak’s
head by his tail to a stirrup on Lahkan (something which I saw the
start of then averted my eyes because, seriously,
gross
) then
without delay, he swung up into the saddle, jerked his reins,
Lahkan veered around and Lahn sent his heels into his steed.
Immediately, Lahkan burst forward in a full gallop. The crowd had
moved in and the clearing was not a clearing anymore but they’d
been around these contests enough, they swiftly got out of Lahn’s
way but they did it shouting, clapping, punching their fists in the
air, pounding them against their chests and generally being
boisterous and exceedingly rowdy. A stream of men, women and even
children raced after Lahn on Lahkan, likely in hopes to be close
when Lahn severed Dortak’s tail so they could claim his
head.

Lahn disappeared from sight, casks were
produced, jugs came out and leather covered cups were passed
around.

It was time to party.

Bain and Zahnin moved to flank my chair at
the sides rather than the back.

A woman came forward and handed me a leather
covered, resin lined cup which a sniff told me held zakah.

If I had a choice, I would have preferred
wine. Korwahk wine was excellent.

But zakah was offered so zakah it was.

I looked up at Bain, lifted my cup when he
dropped his eyes to me and then turned my head to Zahnin who was
already looking down at me.

“
Suh Dax!” I cried,
The Dax!,
and then I belted back a slug.

Before I righted my head I heard both
warriors chuckle.

Yes, even Zahnin.

* * * * *

Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah,
yeah.

“
Harder, baby,” I begged, so close,
this
close and damn, it was going to
be huge.

I had paint on me, I even had another man’s
blood on me and I also had on my hands a savage warrior who bested
a challenge for his throne and took the life of a man not fit to
walk this earth and he was in the mood to celebrate.

I was on my hands and knees in front of him,
Lahn was thrusting inside, deep and hard. He’d already gone down on
me, not letting me come; let me ride him while he rolled my clit
with his finger, not letting me come; let me take him in my mouth
while touching myself, again not letting me come; and now he was
fucking me hard. I was primed. So primed, I’d never been this
primed.

When it came, it was going to shatter
me.

Lahn was leaned over me, one arm wrapped
around me, fingers tugging not very gently but ever so effectively
on my nipple, his other hand was wrapped around my jaw, holding my
head back much like the first time he fucked me in a way I liked…
but better.

So much fucking better.

His hands released me and one went into my
back, shoving me down.

“
Atoo luh nahna Dax, kah Dahksahna, uvoo
zan nahna xaxsah,” he grunted through his thrusts,
Bow to your king,
my queen, give him your cunt.

I did as ordered, arching my chest into the
bed, pressing my cheek to the mattress, my arms straight in front
of me, I reared my ass back to meet his drives.

His big hands spanned my ribs and he yanked
me back hard even with my violent jerks.

“
See lapay tee, kah rahna Dahksahna,” he
growled, “uvoo kay nahna rahna xaxsah.”
That’s it, my golden queen, give me
your golden cunt.

“
Yes, my king,” I breathed, coming closer,
“kah rahna xaxsah lapay nahna.”
My golden cunt is yours.

“
Kahna,” he growled,
mine.

“
Nahna,” I gasped,
yours.

“
Jak kahna,” he grunted, pounding
deep,
all
mine,
and I lost it, my
head shooting back, my hair flying, my hands clenching the hides
and my hips slamming back into his, it overwhelmed me, making me
cry out in ecstasy, no joke,
ecstasy
as I went into a mini-orgasm trance as the sheer force of
it swept through me. But I still didn’t miss my king’s powerful
shout of release as he buried his cock deep, yanking me to him one
last time, his hands tightening fierce on my ribs.

I was nowhere near recovery when he jerked
my body up roughly like he had what I liked to consider our (real)
first time so I was virtually suspended, impaled on his cock. His
hands moved from my ribs to cover my breasts and his breathing in
my ear was still labored when he spoke, his voice thick and
hoarse.

“Kahna,” he grunted, squeezing my
breasts.

“Nahna,” I agreed, turning my head and
pressing my forehead in his neck.

One of his arms circled to hold me around my
midriff as his hand cupped our connected sexes.

“Kahna,” he grunted again, tweaking my clit,
my hips jerked and I whimpered before whispering, “Nahna.”

Then his hand slid up my body, up my throat
and he forced his thumb between my lips. I accepted it readily and
instantly sucked it deeper. This time his hips jerked and I heard
his growl emanating low from his throat.

“Kahna,” he grunted yet again, my tongue
swirled his thumb, he slid it out and it glided along my lower lip
as I whispered, “Nahna.”

“
Uvoo nahna lisa luh kay,”
Give your mouth to
me.

I tipped my head back and he took my mouth
until I moaned down his throat.

He broke his mouth from mine but I opened my
eyes and his captured them as his hand went to my belly and he
reverted to English.

“Tonight, I planted my seed in your womb, my
Circe. Tonight, we made a warrior. Tonight, your gold and my paint
mixed and we created the greatest warrior this world will ever
see.”

Okay, um… that scared the freaking shit out
of me. I was steadfastly ignoring the fact that I was having
unprotected sex, repeatedly, with a very virile man whose “seed”
was probably as virile as he was. I was handling it in an, “I’ll
deal with it if it happens” kind of way (the “if” in that sentence
as the days went by truthfully being more like a “when”). In other
words, I was ignoring it and stupidly hoping that what would be was
meant to be.

But, honestly, even if threatened with
death, I couldn’t kill the mood.

“That’s impossible, my Lahn,” I whispered,
lifting a hand to curl it around his neck, “the greatest warrior
this world will ever see already walks this earth and right now
he’s inside me.”

I watched his eyes blaze, exposing the
golden spirit within before he growled and took my mouth again,
plundering it until I was whimpering then he broke free.

When he did, my hand not at his neck slid
between my legs, going deep until I was cupping him.

“Kahna,” I whispered and watched his golden
spirit glow brighter.

“Nahna,” he whispered back.

Yes,
mine.

My fingers at his neck squeezed and I
repeated, “Kahna.”

Without hesitation, he agreed, “Nahna.”

I stared into his heated, gleaming eyes
and said softly, “
Kah
Dax,
kah
tunakan,
kah
Lahn.”
My
king,
my
warrior,
my
Lahn.

His lips came to mine and he whispered,
“Meena, my Circe, jak nahna.”
Yes, my Circe, all yours.

My lips curved into a smile seconds before
his tongue slid between them, the tip of mine met his for a sweet
touch before he broke that connection, pulled me off of his cock,
turned me and planted me on my back in the bed. He pulled my legs
apart, came down on top of me then yanked them around him as I
circled his broad shoulders with my arms. Then his hand roamed my
body, all the skin he could touch that wasn’t being touched by
his
body as his other
arm rested in the bed taking on the bulk of his weight.

All the time he did this, his beautiful,
dark, painted-black eyes stayed locked to mine.

Eventually, my limbs gave him a squeeze and
I whispered, “I like our paint, honey, but I don’t like Dortak on
me. Can we take a bath?”

He dipped his head and touched his mouth to
mine as his hand came up and curled at the side of my neck.

Then he spoke softly and I knew he meant
what he had to say because he didn’t bother with English, he used
Korwahk, “I understand this is not of your world, my Circe, but he
shares our bed tonight.”

Oh no, I didn’t like the sound of that,
like,
at
all.

Lahn kept talking. “His body has been
burned on the pyre, his head has become a toy or trophy, the
Korwahk celebrated his death with cheers and chants, drink and
dancing. And he knew humiliation, beaten, disarmed and immobilized
before his defeat, cut down by his own steel. But I am not done
with him. His blood shares our bed as I take you with my mouth,
with my cock, with my fingers, your mouth sucks me deep and I make
you beg and gasp and cry out. And he shares it as you sleep
underneath me, my seed leaking from between your legs. Tomorrow, I
will bathe him away from you, tonight, if there is any part of his
spirit left in this realm, he will know the beauty we share in our
cham and, since he threatened to defile my queen, this is my way to
shove it up
his
ass.”

All right, I could get where he was coming
from, I knew my man was pissed after what Dortak said. But now that
the passion was spent and the cuddling had begun, I wasn’t all
fired up to sleep with some guy’s blood on me.

And I started to tell Lahn this. “Lahn
–”

He shook his head and his thumb moved to my
lips. “No, Circe. This will be. Your king commands it.”

When he slid his thumb from my lips, I
whispered, “But, baby, it’s
gross.
”

He blinked. “Gross?”

I nodded. “Gross. Icky. Yuck. Blech.
Nasty.
Gross.
”

He grinned. Then he reminded me, “You
didn’t think it was…
gross
…
when you gave me nahna xaxsah while carrying his blood and my
paint.”

“But –”

“Or when you begged for my cock harder.”

“But, La –”

“Or when you pushed your hips into my cock
so violent –”

My arm moved from around his shoulders and
my fingers covered his mouth. “Okay, okay, I get it. You’re right.
And this means something to you so all right…” I moved my hand from
his mouth, sighed and gave in. “I’ll sleep with icky blood on
me.”

I caught his grin before his face
disappeared in my neck where he murmured. “Shahsha, kah rahna
Dahksahna.”

“
Nahrahka,” I muttered, sliding my hand
down his neck to the back and then down between his shoulder
blades, thinking,
jeez, the things I do for my king
.

“Kah teenkah tunakanahsa was very brave
today,” he said in my ear and lifted his head, his thumb moving to
sweep my cheekbone. “I know that took effort, Circe, to watch that.
I was very proud of you.”

I felt my pique fade away as his sweetness
invaded.

“Thanks, honey,” I whispered.

His eyes moved over my face and he whispered
back, “I could not dream a better you.”

Oh my God.

Oh… my…
God.

Did he just say that?

I stared into his warm eyes.

He just said that.

And that was
so
sweet,
so
unexpected but
so
welcome, my breath arrested and all I could do was continue
staring at him.

He wasn’t done. “A better wife, a better
queen. Not even in a dream could I create better than you.”

“Stop it,” I whispered because I couldn’t
take anymore and I couldn’t take anymore because the happiness
blooming inside me threatened to overwhelm me.

He lips tipped up slightly but his eyes
warmed even more. “Okay, kah Lahnahsahna, I will stop it.”

I sucked in breath through my nose to
control the tingling there and then I lifted my head and shoved my
face in his neck, holding on tight with all my limbs.

Lahn spoke in my ear. “My queen, do not get
drowsy. I am not done fucking you.”

Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have taught him the
f-word. Sure, when I explained it to him, he laughed loud then he
picked me up, threw me on the bed and acted out its meaning.

But his saying it was
hot,
too hot
.

My head dropped back on the bed and I stared
up at him in disbelief.

“You’re not?”

“No. Not close.”