Flame of Cytherea: Cytherean Chronicles book 1 (19 page)

She shook her head and said, “Just be careful.”

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Sara hated straightening this room the most.
 
It was too close to the room at the end of
the hall, the one that felt wrong to her.
 
It felt like sandpaper against her talent, and she had turned it off as
she made the bed.
 
She was sure that room
had a lot to do with how the king changed the last two years, but the wrong
feeling coming from there had grown over time.

She hated turning off her talent, it helped her keep track
of any returning people so she could duck out, but she had to.
 
She froze like a scared rabbit when she heard
the door open behind her and hated herself for it.
 
She tried to compose her face and she
turned.
 
The lord was standing directly
behind her, leering down.

She sighed, shoulders slumping.
 
She did try to avoid it, but when it happened
she felt she had no choice.
 
She had to
submit, where else would she go?

“On your knees, now.”

His rough angry barking voice made her freeze again, but
before she could recover and resign herself to doing so, she felt his fist
against the side of her head and fell to her knees.

His smarmy voice said, “Better, follow my orders faster next
time.”

She felt him grab her by the hair and start using her
mouth.
 
She couldn’t breathe, and it
didn’t seem like he cared.
 
Her head was
slightly spinning from the blow as well, making it worse.
 
She tried to push him back but he just
laughed sadistically and started going faster, tearing into her throat.
 
She started seeing spots in front of her eyes
and panic rose within her, along with a great deal of suppressed anger from the
last two years.

She took all her feelings, the fear, the anger, the
uncertainty, and the desperation from the fear he would kill her, and focused
it at his mind pushing hard with her talent.

She felt his hands release her hair and she fell back onto
her ass.
 
She looked up and saw him
holding his head as he screamed in a way she had never heard before.
 
Then he passed out.

She gulped the air in relief.
 
Then as what happened registered she was
terrified.
 
She just assaulted a lord
with magic, they would kill her for that.
 
She just sat in a panic for a while not sure what to do.
 
After a few minutes she noticed the lord
still wasn’t moving.
 
She moved closer
and checked him.
 
She almost passed out
when she couldn’t feel him breathing, he was dead, she had killed him.

There was a small beaten down part of her that felt
satisfaction, the man had deserved it.
 
But mostly she was terrified.
 
This place may be all she knew, but she couldn’t stay here anymore.
 
She hated herself and her life at times, but
she had never wanted to die, or at least, not really.

She jumped up and ran toward the servant’s entrance.
 
She was sure she would be stopped, that
someone would look at her and scream, “Murderer!” but that didn’t happen.
 
When she made it out into the city, she
stopped for a moment, not having any idea what to do or where to go.
 
Her mind slowly came to realize staying in
the city wouldn’t work, as soon as the lord’s body was found they would hunt
her.

She was scared, but she walked through the city, she was
just too emotionally exhausted to run anyway.
 
When she got out of the city, she started north on the road.
 
She knew she was in trouble, and was scared
of being chased, but she was also worried about food and water.
 
She hadn’t thought to grab any and she had no
idea how to hunt.

She simply kept walking, not knowing what else to do…

They were back at the castle eating lunch.
 
They figured they would get in one more good
meal before hitting the road.
 
Since time
was an issue they decided to leave right after.

The more Justin thought about it, the more he saw holes in
the story that Celia had told them.
 
While the free will part made sense, he wasn’t at all sure the knowledge
part made sense.
 
It was two separate
things, he didn’t see how the gods were responsible for giving knowledge, free
will didn’t require knowledge to exist.
 

He hoped the important parts were true, and if there were
secrets his goddess simply didn’t want him to know, he would have to get over
it.
 
That didn’t change what he felt he
must do.

He was a little concerned about how to get word to Nicci,
but it turned out to be unnecessary as she slipped into the room halfway
through lunch and sat down.
 
She was
dressed in her sexy leather bustier, otherwise known as armor, with a smile
that lit her whole face and made her eyes twinkle.
 
He was more than happy she was here.

Nicci said, “I missed you all, one of the servants said you
were back, and that you were packing to leave.
 
So here I am.”

Sally laughed and arched an eyebrow, “So you’ve had a spy on
us?”

Nicci looked faux shocked at the idea, then winked, “Of
course I did.”

After lunch he and Nicci spent a half hour in the other room
for a proper reunion before they set off.
 
No one stopped them as they left the castle and walked through the city,
and he wondered briefly what had occurred between Nicci and her father before
she came to them, but he didn’t ask.

He really didn’t have to, and she would talk about it if and
when she wanted to.
 
And not necessarily
to him either.

They made good time the first half of the afternoon, but had
to slow as the sky darkened and it started raining.
 
After a miserable two hours of running in the
rain as it slowly got colder, they stopped for the day.
 
They were all soaked and in a bad mood, but
Sally raised her arms and a smaller version of the shelters the earth talents
built rose right out of the ground.

Nora asked, “When did you learn that?” the look on her face
clearly asking why she hadn’t done it before now.

Sally answered, “I watched the earth talents do it a few
days ago, I finally got it working last night, it’s a little complicated but
not too bad.”

They all went inside and stripped out of their soaked
clothes.
 
He sighed in relief when he
felt Sally use her clean and refresh magic on them.
 
He felt so good compared to the soaked and
sticky skin he had moments before.
 
He
gave her a lingering kiss in thanks, and when she blushed and stepped back he
realized they were all very naked and he had an inevitable reaction.

He firmly reminded himself as he got dressed, that he was in
four separate relationships, though he couldn’t completely get the fantasy out
of his head that the circumstances drew out.
 
Trying to start a five way would probably result in four very mad women
and him in the doghouse.

He smiled though, as he watched Sally and Nora hang a
blanket, and Sally cast that privacy spell on it.
 
The building did have a crude stone fire pit
with vents to draw the smoke outside.
 
So
he went back out in the rain and started collecting wood.
 
It was a little damp, but Nicci could light
anything with her talent so he wasn’t worried about it.
 
He also noted Kat had changed forms and took
off, he assumed hunting.

It wasn’t too long before the delicious smell of venison
cooking on the fire filled the shelter.
 
They sat on the floor cuddled against each other and close to the warmth
of the fire as they made plans.
 
Or
rather he thought, Nora made plans and they tried to contribute to them.

They basically decided to use stealth to cross, once they
were over they were going with subterfuge, they would all wear normal clothes
and try and look like Egerians just travelling to the capitol for work.
 
It would slow them down, but if they tried to
barrel through they would have a kingdom’s worth of soldiers trying to stop
them.

They would decide how to infiltrate the castle when they got
there and had taken a look at things.
 
There were too many unknowns to come up with a plan before seeing the
layout of it.

When the meat was done cooking they took a break from the
conversation to enjoy it.
 
They had some
bread in the packs and it made a good meal.
 
They took it easy and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of being full and
just talked for a while.
 
When the
conversation died down Nora grabbed his hand and led him behind the blanket.

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to make love to her or get a
little rough, but she took it out of his hands.
 
His manhood twitched as she sank to her knees.

With no trace of reservation on her face she begged, “I need
you to use me, treat me like the little slut I am, please.
 
I am yours.”

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Nora’s body was practically trembling with need as she
waited for his response.
 
She was no
longer confused about their sex life, and she absolutely loved it.
 
She felt untroubled and safe here, all
responsibility put away, and all she wanted to do was please him, the man she
loved and trusted.

She knew as a result of that, she would feel mind bending
pleasure tonight, but that almost didn’t matter to her, right now she was
totally focused on what he wanted, and giving him pleasure.

She also loved making love to him, sharing their love in the
gentle act, but whenever she felt stressed and overwhelmed, this was pure
relief to her.

He barked, “Get my pack.”

That did confuse her, however she did not hesitate, she
didn’t need to understand why.
 
She stood
and stepped out long enough to grab his pack, bring it back in and drop to her
knees.

He ordered, “Strip, and lay out face down on the bedding,
now.”

She removed her clothes and laid down, extremely curious,
this seemed new.
 
Her body was tingling
with excitement.
 
She trembled at his
touch as he pulled her head back long enough to cover her eyes with a
blindfold, she couldn’t see a thing.
 
She
felt his fingertips trace down her back before he spanked her, but not very
hard.

She begged, “Harder, please spank your nasty slut harder.”

She wanted it so bad, and he was silent so long, her body
was craving it.
 
But instead of a hard
slap he teased her ass with his fingertips drawing a soft sigh from her lips.

He said teasingly, “I have other plans for that sweet ass of
yours slut.”

She shivered as she felt liquid fall onto her back, it took
her a minute to identify, it was massage oil.
 
She sighed in pleasure at the feel of his strong hands rubbing her back.
 
She wondered what other plans meant, but she
dare not ask.
 
She was his to use.

She was moaning and squirming her body by the time his hands
found their way down to her center.
 
She
was so close as he caressed her ass and outer labia with his fingers.
 
Her body was absolute putty in his hands and
she was lost in the sensations.

When he slid two fingers in her hot wet slit she gasped and
begged, “Can I cum?
 
Please let your slut
cum!”

She felt him push a finger into her ass and order, “Cum now
my perfect little slut!”

Her back arched and she pushed her ass against his hand as
pleasure exploded throughout her body.
 

She whimpered as she came back down, “Thank you for allowing
me to cum,” as she wondered about that finger in her ass.
 
It felt… good.
 
The sensations from it were new, and felt
just a little dirty.

He asked, “Do you like the feel of my finger in your ass
slut?”

He was still fingering her, so she nodded the best she could
and pushed her ass up a bit, “Yes, it feels good, something a dirty little slut
like me would enjoy.”

She gasped as she felt his breath on her ear and he
whispered, “I’m going to stick my cock in there next, would you like that
slut?”

She gasped, she had never considered anything like that
before, but she trusted him and said, “Yes please, fuck my ass with your long
cock.”

She relaxed as she felt him pour more oil down her ass crack
before slipping in a second finger.
 
She
gasped in pleasure as her ass wrapped tightly around his fingers as he invaded
her.
 
She felt him pick up her middle and
slide a rolled blanket under her hips.
 
She was disappointed when his fingers were removed, but then she felt
him at her back entrance, pushing at her tight puckered ring.

She felt a sharp sting when the tip of his pole popped
inside of her that slowly gave way to a burning sensation that felt good.
 
She felt so full each time he slowly advanced
into her, she didn’t think she could take more, yet, she did.
 
The balance of her ass burning mixed with the
pleasure of his fingers teasing her clit made her whimper in both pleasure and
pain.
 
Then she felt him flush against
her ass cheeks, and couldn’t believe she had taken him all.

Slowly the burn got more and more pleasant, and she was
enjoying the feeling of fullness with his pleasure buried deep inside her dark
star.
 
The more she enjoyed it the hotter
she felt.
 
The idea of his cock in her
ass was so dirty.
 
She realized he had
been waiting for her to get used to him so she pushed up and back, gasping at
the feelings of pain and pleasure shooting through her middle.

She moaned as he pulled her head back roughly by the hair
and whispered in her ear, “Beg me for it.”

She almost came right there as she said, “Please, fuck my
ass, fuck it hard and fast.”

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Justin had wondered about ass play, but hadn’t thought he’d
get the opportunity to try it.
 
Until he
saw the massage oil at the palace in the guest room that is.
 
He had packed it hoping it would be something
Nora would be willing to at least try when being his submissive perfect little
slut.

Her ass was so tight and hot around his manhood, he had gone
in as slowly as he could, and despite her begging for him to go fast, he
started out slow and worked his way faster.
 
He had to stop when a handful of strokes caused her to orgasm, her ass
locked so tight it almost hurt as her love juice soaked the fingers working her
clit.
 
When she came down a bit, he
started to stroke faster and faster until he was pounding into her hard.

To his delight she obviously loved it.
 
He couldn’t hold it long, not after getting
her off so many times and massaging her sexy body.
 
Then the feeling of the pleasure of her ass
hugging and milking his manhood hard, each time he pulled out before slamming
into her again started to overwhelm him.
 
He gasped when she started to buck her body back against his, increasing
the intensity of it, and he felt himself expand within her.

He buried himself hard and then emptied himself in her as
she encouraged him, “Yes, fill your slut’s ass, my slutty ass belongs to you,”
as she again exploded in ecstasy.

They held each other for a while and the mood changed.
 
She mounted him and rode him, a slow sensual
coupling, and they teased each other slowly to climax before they got dressed
and rejoined the others…

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Sara felt a little guilty as she sat under the tarp and ate
the stale bread.
 
She had run into a
trader and asked him for help, just a little food.
 
When he had proposed a trade and she told him
she had nothing, he had looked her up and down and told her she did.

Her response had been immediate as the fear filled her.
 
At least he was alive and well, if
unconscious.
 
She had rummaged through
his supplies and stolen a water skin, a few pieces of bread and because it was
raining she grabbed the tarp and some twine.

She had never stolen anything before, so she felt a little
guilty, but as for the rest she would never again let a man touch her body
without permission, and he had scared her.
 
She had seen that look before.
 
Sometime during the day she had come up with the idea of going into
Abelaweth.
 
The king had always gone on
about hating them, so she figured maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Also, it was far enough away for her to start a new
life.
 
She should be able to find work
somewhere.

She hoped she was safe here, she had run for hours up the
road in the rain after her confrontation.
 
The man had a full wagon of items to sell.
 
She doubted he would turn around and chase
her down for a few scraps of food and a tarp.
 
As for soldiers, she was sure they were already looking for her
anyway.
 
Despite the chill she fell into
an exhausted sleep…