imagined.
If only his cock would let him forget. But it throbbed and ached, even as he fell into exhausted sleep.
He dreamed he was lying beneath a canopy of stars, glimmering silver in the night sky. She was in his arms, her skin the softest thing he’d ever felt in his life.
She was naked. So was he. His cock was hard, pulsing with life and need. She turned to him, raised her face to his, and he took her mouth, hungry for it. Hungry for her . Ravenous.
He pressed his cock against the softness of her belly, and she reached down and took it in her small hand.
Oh, yes…
He wanted to fuck her. Needed to.
He turned her onto her back. She spread her thighs for him and he settled his body between them. The tip of his cock nestled at her opening, and she was wet, ready for him.
He pushed in, her cunt enclosing him like a fist, tight and hot.
Pleasure surged through him, as brilliant as the stars. His sight dimmed, went dark. He was going to come…
He groaned, coming awake instead.
Damn it!
Nitara.
He needed to have her. Needed to.
Damn this place. Damn this girl. Damn his own body.
Nitara.
His fondest wish. His worst nightmare.
It was morning. Nitara stood on the small terrace on the edge of the mountain, overlooking the City of Kroy Wen, the seemingly endless maze of adobe structures punctuating the flat, dusty earth. The terrace was, by custom, curtained, keeping the Breeders out of sight of the citizens. But the girls often peeked through, looking at the city, at the men who walked or rode the rare horses in and out of the tall gates.
Nitara had often been curious as to what the city looked like up close, what went on there. She’d heard talk of the simple matters of life, knew the men lived in the sprawling adobe buildings, that they slept there, had places where they went to eat, to trade: weapons, furs, meat and fish. But she couldn’t begin to comprehend what else went on there, what their lives were like. All she had was this tiny glimpse of them walking, riding, fighting.
The fighting, which often ended in injury or death, was the most interesting. There was nothing like it within the Temple. Except for the blood shed during a Sacrifice, but that was a sacred ritual.
Was it really any different?
She felt momentarily stunned. Then immediately remorseful. She had spent far too much time questioning the ways of the Goddess recently.
Akaash had only made that worse, raising questions and doubts in her mind. Making her yearn for things she could never have.
He had talked to her of love. A kind of love that seemed alien to her, strange. Utterly desirable.
Especially when she thought of him.
Akaash.
She must stop thinking of him this way, in any way beyond physical desire.
She raised her gaze to the hot yellow sky. Clouds hung heavy in the air. There were rumors of rain, which was rare. But because something was rare didn’t mean it could never happen.
She wanted to know more about love. She had no one but Akaash to ask.
It was time to go to him. She wanted to. But she was afraid. Afraid of what he made her think, made her feel. But she couldn’t stay away.
She made her way down and down, into the bowels of the Temple, to the dark and womb-like Sanctuary. She paused outside the door of the chamber, her pulse a heavy thud in her temples, her sex.
She had to see him. Talk to him. But she must learn to steel herself against her own traitorous thoughts.
He was sitting on the bare floor, as usual, his strong arms held by the chains. His golden skin and dark hair were damp, letting her know the guards had been there this morning, bathing him. She could see tiny droplets of water beaded on the tips of the long, narrow braids in his dark hair, shimmering in the torchlight. She didn’t know why this touched her. Perhaps because it made him seem human to her—the need to be bathed. Or perhaps it was simply the small sensual thrill at the sight of his wet skin.
She wanted to reach out and touch
If only his cock would let him forget. But it throbbed and ached, even as he fell into exhausted sleep.
He dreamed he was lying beneath a canopy of stars, glimmering silver in the night sky. She was in his arms, her skin the softest thing he’d ever felt in his life.
She was naked. So was he. His cock was hard, pulsing with life and need. She turned to him, raised her face to his, and he took her mouth, hungry for it. Hungry for her . Ravenous.
He pressed his cock against the softness of her belly, and she reached down and took it in her small hand.
Oh, yes…
He wanted to fuck her. Needed to.
He turned her onto her back. She spread her thighs for him and he settled his body between them. The tip of his cock nestled at her opening, and she was wet, ready for him.
He pushed in, her cunt enclosing him like a fist, tight and hot.
Pleasure surged through him, as brilliant as the stars. His sight dimmed, went dark. He was going to come…
He groaned, coming awake instead.
Damn it!
Nitara.
He needed to have her. Needed to.
Damn this place. Damn this girl. Damn his own body.
Nitara.
His fondest wish. His worst nightmare.
It was morning. Nitara stood on the small terrace on the edge of the mountain, overlooking the City of Kroy Wen, the seemingly endless maze of adobe structures punctuating the flat, dusty earth. The terrace was, by custom, curtained, keeping the Breeders out of sight of the citizens. But the girls often peeked through, looking at the city, at the men who walked or rode the rare horses in and out of the tall gates.
Nitara had often been curious as to what the city looked like up close, what went on there. She’d heard talk of the simple matters of life, knew the men lived in the sprawling adobe buildings, that they slept there, had places where they went to eat, to trade: weapons, furs, meat and fish. But she couldn’t begin to comprehend what else went on there, what their lives were like. All she had was this tiny glimpse of them walking, riding, fighting.
The fighting, which often ended in injury or death, was the most interesting. There was nothing like it within the Temple. Except for the blood shed during a Sacrifice, but that was a sacred ritual.
Was it really any different?
She felt momentarily stunned. Then immediately remorseful. She had spent far too much time questioning the ways of the Goddess recently.
Akaash had only made that worse, raising questions and doubts in her mind. Making her yearn for things she could never have.
He had talked to her of love. A kind of love that seemed alien to her, strange. Utterly desirable.
Especially when she thought of him.
Akaash.
She must stop thinking of him this way, in any way beyond physical desire.
She raised her gaze to the hot yellow sky. Clouds hung heavy in the air. There were rumors of rain, which was rare. But because something was rare didn’t mean it could never happen.
She wanted to know more about love. She had no one but Akaash to ask.
It was time to go to him. She wanted to. But she was afraid. Afraid of what he made her think, made her feel. But she couldn’t stay away.
She made her way down and down, into the bowels of the Temple, to the dark and womb-like Sanctuary. She paused outside the door of the chamber, her pulse a heavy thud in her temples, her sex.
She had to see him. Talk to him. But she must learn to steel herself against her own traitorous thoughts.
He was sitting on the bare floor, as usual, his strong arms held by the chains. His golden skin and dark hair were damp, letting her know the guards had been there this morning, bathing him. She could see tiny droplets of water beaded on the tips of the long, narrow braids in his dark hair, shimmering in the torchlight. She didn’t know why this touched her. Perhaps because it made him seem human to her—the need to be bathed. Or perhaps it was simply the small sensual thrill at the sight of his wet skin.
She wanted to reach out and touch
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