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Her eyes slid unfocused and she rested the side of her face on the hot stone, arching her back further and sighing. Jarin encircled the rosebud with his tongue, while reaching his hand around to rub her clit with his fingertips. With Riella moaning in the warm night air, he coaxed another deep and reverberating climax from her.
She felt it on a different level this time, intensified by his attention to her forbidden back entrance. As she reached the peak, her body quivering, he maintained his fingers’ steady rhythm on her clit and pushed his wet, smooth tongue into her tight rosebud, making her almost pass out from the sweetness of the sensation.
As the waves of pleasure moved through her core, he straightened up while she remained on all fours. He lined himself up and slammed the length of his cock into her swollen opening, amplifying the tail-end of her climax. Barely giving her a chance to breathe, he grasped her waist and pummeled her depths from behind. Each thrust sent a thrill of bliss into Riella, his cock causing new sensations by entering at the unfamiliar angle. She could do nothing except moan and hold onto the rock as he pounded her without pause.
His rod hardened and finally, he flooded her depths with his hot seed. He made a sound that was almost inhuman, groaning in ecstasy and digging his fingertips into her skin. Her muscles squeezed his shaft, compressing every last drop of the pulsations from him.
Her body hummed with the reverberations of pleasure, and her legs felt shaky. Jarin’s must’ve too, because when he finally withdrew from her, he sagged next to her on the rock, panting while he pulled her close.
In the distance, waves crashed endlessly against the dark shore.
CHAPTER 23
The Pandora sailed at dawn, rays of sunshine making the sails glow yellow.
Riella busied herself with the rigging while Jarin steered from the helm. She was avoiding the rest of the crew, whose disgust toward her had only grown since Mareen, Galeil, and Thera visited. She had to swallow her rage whenever any of the pirates spat on the deck while glaring at her, because without a crew, the Pandora would not sail. And without the Pandora, she’d be marooned on Hieros Isle until the day of her death.
After tying off the last of the rigging, she hauled herself into the crow’s nest. Standing at the top of the main sail felt akin to flying. The ship cut through the clear blue water at speed, buoying Riella’s mood. Although she could not swim anymore, this was perhaps the next best thing.
She wore a loose white blouse and women’s trews, given to her by Kohara, with her leather boots, and a knife strapped to her thigh. Kohara had also braided her hair in three sections and pinned the braids to her head. The new style was a revelation to Riella, whose long, fine strands kept getting tangled.
Her tender sex ached whenever she moved, and even sometimes when she was stationary. It was a sweet and spearing feeling, almost as though the phantom of Jarin’s cock remained inside of her. Her entire being glowed from the intensity and pleasure of having sex with him.
As the Pandora progressed toward the Black Cliffs and the sun climbed higher in the sky, Riella couldn’t help glancing down at Jarin periodically. Often, she’d feel him looking up at her, and they’d share a long gaze full of meaning. It was the strangest thing—the way he made her feel both excited and calm at the same time.
Her sense of calm would surely be short-lived. That night, she and Jarin planned to storm Polinth’s workshop on the cliffs. She would kill the sorcerer and rescue Seraphine. Not an easy mission, but a simple one.
Land came into view, green and mountainous and wild, and Jarin steered the ship toward a secluded bay several leagues from the Black Cliffs. After dropping anchor, the pirates and Riella climbed ropes onto wooden boats and rowed ashore.
The bank was rocky, fronting a dense forest of pine trees. Riella and Jarin headed north through the trees, while the rest of the crew traveled southward along the rocky bank toward the slaver’s stronghold. They were all to meet back at the Pandora the next morning to return to their island hideout. The pirates hoped to have a cache of weapons and gold with them, while Riella would return bearing Seraphine, and Polinth’s blood under her talons.
At the edge of the forest, Jarin pointed to a farm across the dirt road. “We’ll take a horse to ride the rest of the way.”
Riella narrowed her eyes. “Take? You mean steal?”
“Do you object?” He raised his dark brows at her. “Should a horse really be locked up in a paddock like that, anyway? Don’t they deserve to run free, with us?”
“You’re making fun of me.”
“You stole from the Count.”
“Well, he was a man.”
Jarin laughed. “The farmer’s probably a man, if that makes you feel any better. Look, we can return the horse in the morning on our way back through, alright? So it’s not really stealing at all. We’re borrowing.” He shook his head. “Gods, Riella, the things you have me doing. Who ever heard of a pirate borrowing?”
He climbed the low fence into the field, while Riella kept lookout on the road. Minutes later, he returned with a huge black horse, urging the equine to jump the fence with ease. Jarin pulled the horse to a stop in front of her and she fought to appear unfazed. She’d never seen a horse up close before, and the idea of riding the beast was daunting.
“I couldn’t find a saddle, only reins and a bridle,” said Jarin, the leather straps wound around one hand. “But with two of us, a saddle would’ve been uncomfortable anyway.”
She hung back, unsure. “Well, I do sometimes ride with whales. But if you lose your hold in the water, all that happens is that you float away. If I fall off the horse, I’ll break my neck.”
Jarin leaned down, offering his hand to her. “I won’t let you fall. I promise.”
With a steadying breath, she took his hand and let him haul her onto the horse’s back, awkwardly swinging her leg over. Jarin sat flush behind her, for which she was grateful, because he provided a reassuring stability. And also because his hard, hot body felt very nice against hers.
“Now, press your knees into his flank,” he said, adjusting her leg to show her. “Do it firmly, but not too tight. And give him a pat on the neck, so he knows you’re a friend.”
Riella followed his instructions. But then, she glanced down at the pebbly road, which made her stomach swoop. The distance seemed far greater now than from her vantage point on the ground.
