A Noble Estate (7 page)

Rak brought Jisten’s cock and balls through the flap in the Koilathan shorts, grateful that his mate wasn’t wearing an Okyran wrap, which lacked such a convenient flap. He kissed Jisten’s balls, the base of his cock and the large head before he started to lick it sensuously.

He felt Jisten’s hands on his wings, stroking the leading edges up to rest against his chest and shoulders. The tactile contact shivered through him pleasantly, and the scent of the captain’s manhood lingered in his nose and mouth. He took the shaft into his mouth, pushing his face down its length, relaxing and swallowing as the large cock slid down his throat. When his nose brushed against Jisten’s pubic hair, he hummed and backed off a few inches. Then, he plunged his face down, burying his nose in the coarse hair only to repeat the humming as he backed off.

Jisten groaned quietly and flexed his hips, thrusting himself into Rak just as the smaller man plunged down again. His hands went to Rak’s head, pressing Rak into him as they settled into a solid rhythm.

Rak closed his eyes against the onslaught, allowing Jisten to pummel his mouth and throat, giving as much pleasure to the massive cock as he could. He sucked and hummed, and snatched a breath every chance he could, but he didn’t try to push Jisten into a quick climax.

He took his time, savoring the taste and firm heat of the blood-engorged organ. Every so often, he’d peek up at Jisten, enjoying the way his man’s head was thrown back in pleasure, his eyes half-lidded, his lips parted as he made soft, quiet noises of enjoyment. Rak continued his steady action until Jisten finally gasped, clutching Rak’s head, and shot his load down Rak’s throat.

Rak’s only regret was that he hadn’t gotten to taste it. He slid the pole from his throat and lapped the sweat off Jisten’s balls before taking the scrotum into his well-stretched mouth. He massaged the balls with his tongue as he sucked on the sac, infusing Jisten’s jewels with his magically enhanced saliva.

Jisten relaxed in the aftermath, gently stroking Rak’s wings as he enjoyed Rak’s continued oral service. “I love you,” he murmured. “I’d do anything for you. Anything.”

“I love you, too,” said Rak once he’d disengaged from Jisten’s balls. “But you should be more careful of your words—make no promises you cannot keep.”

“I can keep it,” Jisten asserted.

“You cannot know that, not with one hundred percent certainty. An open-ended oath is a recipe for disaster. Zotien takes the second law as seriously as the first.”

“Okay, love. I’ll be careful. But that wasn’t an oath.”

“Good.” Rak kissed his cock. “Now, strengthen your baby so we can move on to you making me shriek.”

Jisten chuckled and pushed Rak down onto the pile of his clothes. He straddled Rak, resting his package on Rak’s groin as he considered the mound of Rak’s belly. “You’re getting a lot bigger a lot faster now.”

“We are in the last third, so that is to be expected. We kironi do not show much until the last third of it.” Rak rubbed himself against Jisten’s erection and moaned. “Want you in me.”

Jisten stroked Rak’s belly, almost playing with the gaping opening. Abruptly, he pulled Rak up into a standing position and spun him about. He pushed Rak back against the trunk of the pine and pressed himself against Rak’s body. “This seems the best solution,” he said, and his cock was brushing against the opening.

Rak opened his mouth to protest and Jisten’s lips locked over his, his tongue thrusting in commandingly as his cock thrust into Rak’s kironi opening with great vigor. Rak shuddered and moaned into Jisten’s mouth, the kironi magic was so strong now, he didn’t get a chance to tense up before the magic and the pleasure took over.

He could feel his will draining away with each thrust of Jisten’s cock, feel himself working his body to increase Jisten’s pleasure, sense his whole being shifting into a state of being where all that mattered was Jisten’s pleasure, Jisten’s will, Jisten’s wants, Jisten’s needs. He submitted and became Jisten’s in a way more real than any regular sex-induced submission. Via the kironi magic, Rak submitted at a soul-deep level and gave himself to the father of his baby.

Jisten pumped steadily in and out of Rak’s body, grunting with each inward thrust—not even his Valer could remain silent in the face of the kironi magic’s pleasure. As he often did, Jisten pulled his mouth back and gasped out, “This is the best sex ever. So good. So good. It’s awesome. Don’t want it to stop, not ever. Want you, love you, forever.”

Rak rested his forehead against Jisten’s sloped pectoral and moaned in response. “
Love you, love you, love you,
” he answered in Okyran.

Jisten grabbed his mouth for a soul-stealing kiss as he tensed and shuddered in climax, swallowing Rak’s scream of ecstasy as the orgasm was shared then squared when his dependent climax rebounded back through them both. They remained there, locked in mutual tsunamic ecstasy, until Jisten relaxed and pulled out.

Rak continued to lean against the tree trunk for a moment, still half-stunned by the strength of the kironi orgasm.

Jisten abruptly pulled him forward and pushed him down, and Rak went willingly, landing on his hands and knees atop the spread-out pile of his clothes. Jisten knelt behind him and Rak lowered his chest and face to the ground, positioning his opening for Jisten’s easy access. Jisten’s hands traced over his firm buttocks, occasionally cupping and squeezing them, but after a while, Jisten’s attention was focused on Rak’s opening.

His fingers entered Rak, probing and pulling, loosening Rak’s anal ring in preparation. Two fingers, three then four from two different hands and Rak rocked his hips and moaned, “
Fist me.”

Jisten withdrew one hand and worked the fingers of the remaining hand into Rak’s opening. He pumped the fingers deeper until Rak could feel the webbing of Jisten’s thumb pressing into his flesh. Then, the hand backed out and Rak could feel it moving to encircle the thumb before Jisten’s whole hand thrust into him. Rak shrieked in pleasure and pain, a false climax rippling through him to splash on his silk tunic.

Rak drew in a deep, shuddering breath as more of Jisten’s arm thrust into him, stretching him open and dominating him utterly. His muscles clamped down on Jisten’s arm as he moaned in helpless enjoyment and begged for more.

So distracted they were that it wasn’t until the branches parted to admit the slaver did they realize they’d been discovered. “Very nice,” Gerruld drawled, taking in the scene in an instant. “Please, don’t stop on my account, I love to watch a good fisting. An excellent tool for training, don’t you think?”

While the slaver spoke, Rak tensed his abdominal muscles, reached back with the arm the slaver couldn’t see and curled his hand around the hilt of Jisten’s sabre. He drew the sword in a single, smooth motion and carried it through into a short lunge. He stopped when Jisten’s hand tugged against his anal ring, but the sabre was already lodged in the slaver’s heart. Rak watched the man topple dispassionately before he pushed himself back onto Jisten’s arm.

“S’Raaak,” Jisten moaned. “You can’t be serious? What about his men?”

“The vranyxia and thansymia will deal with them.” Rak glanced back at his lover. “Does the corpse bother you?”

“Well, yes.”

Rak reached out again and yanked the sabre out.

Morth materialized under the tree with them, grabbed the corpse by the throat and winked back out, taking the slaver with him.

Several loud screams sounded from the woods about them, then all was silent once more. Rak murmured, “They are all gone now, Jisten.”

Jisten carefully pulled his arm out of Rak and replaced it with his cock. He used Rak hard and fast, clearly not wanting to prolong the lovemaking.

Rak understood that if it weren’t for his fires, they’d already be done for the night—Jisten was almost totally unnerved. Rak was grateful that Jisten was able to manage as much as he did. He accepted the use and the fire-dousing climax with sincere thanks.

Protεra Atεlio, Aoranz Fεngari

1st day, 2nd week, Auranz’s moon

Firday, the 12th of Auranmon

With the threat of the slavers no longer an issue, the party split after that first night, with Ioli, Kennit and half the temple guard heading north for the Loftan temple, and everyone else heading northwest toward Jisten’s lands. Jethain had used his knowledge of the north to direct them to places to sleep. Tonight, for example, they were staying in one of the smaller crown hunting lodges. This one hadn’t been designed for more than a dozen people, so it was hard to find, nestled under the trees.

Jethain stared at the ceiling, trying to sleep. The rhythmic thumping coming from next door both titillated and annoyed. But when he could hear Rak’s voice, crying out in time to the rhythm, he’d had enough. He thumped the wall between the two rooms, hard, and shouted, “Would you two keep it down!”

Jisten’s gasp of embarrassment initially satisfied Jethain, but he growled when Rak responded with even more noise. Then, the two laughed out loud.

“He’s pregnant! Take it easy on him!” Jethain said with deviltry.

Again, he heard Jisten’s gasp, followed by an apology this time.

“You are just jealous!” called out Rak. “Go groom your avtappi! Or I will tell your stallion to hunt you down and take you on a long, aimless ride.”

Actually, a ride sounded good. Jethain swung his legs off the bed and dressed, ignoring the resumption of noise from next door. He stalked out of the room and down the steps. To his amazement, he even managed to slip past his guards. Feeling like a schoolboy on a lark, he slipped into the stable.

Varn must have sensed him coming—the avtappi was out of his stall and clearly waiting for Jethain.

“Let’s go for a ride,” said Jethain with a grin. He pulled down a bareback pad.

Several other avtappi hung their heads over their stall doors and snorted eagerly. Jethain blinked as images assailed him, cascading over one another as all the avtappi tried to talk to him at once. One thing, at least, was clear. They all wanted to go with him. Laughing, he told them to take it easy and opened their stall doors, not that they needed that assistance, it just felt like the polite thing to do.

He swung lightly onto Varn’s back, and they all headed out of the stable. Images continue to bombard him; this time, the avtappi seemed to be communicating pack formations should any attack on the prince occur. The loose equines surrounded Varn and him so that they rode in the center of the pack.

Even Vyld and Zala joined up with them as they passed an apple orchard. They’d been snitching apples. Zala flicked her tail happily. She was going to have a colt.

The avtappi whickered over the pregnant mare with concern.

Zala snorted. She was barely pregnant, not due until next spring. She led the way, just to show that she could. And Jethain was surrounded by the avtappi, snorting and trotting happily.

Jethain was delighted by his equine guards. “I begin to understand my brother a little more,” he told all the attentive ears.

They lock-stepped and galloped, wanting to share with the prince more of their abilities.

“Except for the part where he lets other men...oh, never mind.” Jethain was too busy enjoying the ride.

* * * *

Rak sprawled with Jisten in a delightful post-sex daze.

Even after, Jisten usually kept tracing patterns on Rak’s wings. He would until he fell asleep But the topsides, not the sensitive undersides. He soothed Rak by stroking the topsides and stimulated him with the undersides.

Rak cuddled with his mate and made happy sounds of contentment.

“Where did Jethain go off to, I wonder?” Jisten mused.

“Jethain and Varn are out for gallop…along with all of our avtappi.”

“Ah, well, in that case, I’m sure he’s perfectly safe.” Jisten stretched and resumed stroking Rak’s wings.

Rak could feel his eyes closing of their own volition. “Safe as anyone in this world could be, I suppose,” he murmured as he drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

Rivday, the 14th of Auranmon

Baethsten came out of his wagon when he heard the commotion. One of the young scouts was trotting toward him, clearly intent on telling him something. “What is happening?”

“Chief, Asfalea has returned and she’s brought everyone with her,” reported Dicol.

“Everyone?” Baethsten strode quickly toward the edge of camp, motioning for Dicol to follow him.

“Well, almost everyone. She said that some of the lost ones chose to accompany Despina. She’ll explain in detail, she said, once you were there.”

The chief grunted an acknowledgement and stretched his legs a little more. Fortunately, for his impatience, the camp wasn’t that big. He reached the perimeter and the convoy of proper Valer wagons in only a few minutes.

Asfalea beamed down at him from the driver’s seat of the lead wagon.

“Dhelion, I am delighted and astonished to see you here. How came this to be?”

“Despina’s boy, Jisten, has done his clan proud,” Asfalea told them all. “Not only was he ennobled for saving the Koilathan prince’s life, he has bonded to a tesserine Loftoni high priest of Zotien, one of Princess Tevia’s descendants. And that is my other news—Tevia’s people, and Prince Torel’s, all went to Okyro, to the city of night, and swore service to Zotien. S’Rak, Jisten’s bondmate, has assured me that any and all Valers would be welcome there. My assistant, Elenna, is there already, as bondmate to the high priest’s wife S’Avetina, also a tesserine. Elenna is tending Si’Yeni’s hearth there, with the permission of the dark servants.”

Baethsten digested this in silence for several moments. The news Asfalea brought was momentous indeed. “So Jisten is a lord, bonded to a high priest Loftoni of the royal line,” he mused. “Is that how you came to be here?”

“It is. Jisten would see his people free, and his mate is of like mind. They are asking that people be sent to Jisten’s lands, the Barony of Relyt, to help Jisten manage the orchards and herds.”