Hienama by Storm Constantine Read Free Book Online Page B

hours of the
morning, we walked back to my house through the snow, arm in arm.
The world was silent and still and magical. It had reclaimed itself
and I felt glad for it. Wraeththu had ushered in a new age. These
fond thoughts were kindled because I’d had a lot to drink; I felt
nicely mellow. I reflected that I now had quite a high status in
Jesith. As chesnari of the town’s most prominent hienama, I was
invited to functions at the phylarch’s house. I knew Sinnar would
promote me at work. I felt as if life couldn’t get any better.
    At home, Ysobi made us drinks,
while I went up to bed. The room was very cold, because the fire
had gone out hours ago, and I was eager to cocoon myself in
blankets. When Ysobi came into the room, there was a look I didn’t
recognise in his eyes. It made me feel strangely excited yet full
of trepidation. ‘What are you thinking?’ I asked him.
    He shook his head. ‘I don’t
know yet. I enjoyed today, didn’t you?’
    ‘Yes. Are you thinking about
that har Tibar told you about?’
    ‘No. Not at all.’ He began to
undress.
    It was a show I would never
tire of, he was so beautiful. When he was naked, he shook out his
hair and my heart turned over. I noticed his ouana-lim was slightly
erect.
    When we took aruna together, we
didn’t often bother with all the pyrotechnics of Ysobi’s
considerable skills. We found pleasure and contentment in a fairly
basic union, when we’d mingle our thoughts and our dreams. He
aroused me so much, I could reach a peak just by having him press
against me for a few minutes. And the peaks were, for me, an energy
expression of my intense love for him. I could often see the light
of them.
    That night, after he’d shaken
out his hair, he brushed it back with his fingers and then wound it
into a long rope, which he knotted at the nape of his neck. I knew
what that meant. He got into bed and shared breath with me for a
few moments. He felt different, somehow driven and sure about
something. Presently, he began to kiss my chest and stomach, before
burrowing down the bed to the cave my raised knees had made in the
blankets. As he tongued me, I had the feeling this was all for a
reason. It was like the training again, precise and measured. For
some reason, this aroused me more. He spent some time tantalising
my third sikra, then began to use his fingers on me. He pinched the
nubs of the sikras till they hurt, but it was a hurt I craved. He
went deep inside me, opening me up, reaching for the higher sikras.
He was breathing very heavily.
    ‘Yz,’ I murmured. ‘What is it
you want to do?’
    He didn’t say anything. After
what seemed like hours of agonising delight, when he’d manipulated
me to the point of release several times without satisfying me, he
finally lay upon me. I felt the petals on the head of his ouana-lim
pressing against me, hard as wood. He rubbed the first sikra for a
while, then progressed to the second. I was becoming lost in an
ocean of insane visions, which were like opium dreams. The waves of
sensation in my body were like waves of sound. I could also smell
them. I could see a row of stars before me, exploding suns, which I
knew were sikras. They pulsed with different colours. There were
five of them, but if I directed my attention slightly to the side
of them, it seemed there were another two, very faint, above them.
And above them was a golden egg of light. It made me think of a
dehar, some supernatural being.
    Inside my body, the sikras were
like musical notes, or the strings of an instrument. I could feel
Ysobi playing each one, making the music. For a moment, I was back
completely in the physical. Ysobi was thrusting into me strongly,
but his whole body was shaking. Something was happening inside me,
something immense. It was more than climax. For a moment, I was
afraid.
    Then we were in the eye of the
storm, and Ysobi was looking into my eyes. ‘There are more than
five sikras in the soume-lam,’ he said matter-of-factly,