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My mate shakes her head. “You do not know what I know. I believe there is a chance.”
“She declared herself a deserter in front of everyone, witch-queen. And your brother declared himself her mate and bound himself to her fate. There is no wiggling out of this. They will have to be banished or my kingship will be in danger.” I still don't know what Adalind’s brother’s game is yet. He declared himself her mate and his words reeked of a half-truth. They smell of each other, but not nearly strong enough to be Claimed mates. Lovers at most.
Adalind rolls her eyes at me. “You orcs! Such dour fatalists! There is always wiggle room, even if you must make it yourself.”
She comes toward me and takes my hand, squeezing it tightly. “I believe there is a defense. One that will move the court and give us room to maneuver.”
Now I shake my head. “That is not the way it is done in Orik.”
Adalind snorts, an adorably undignified sound. “Dura said the same thing. You will both blissfully head to the chopping block based on tradition. May I remind you, my love, that we are not in Orik? This is Adrik and we will give Dura a trial like the ones the Great Houses just had. It will be expected even.”
“Why does that matter if she is guilty?” I ask, confused at how excited my wife seems.
“Itmatters, because she will be able to give a defense and herstory involves saving a human, a very popular human, I might add, from certain death.”
That sparks my interest, but I will wait before asking about the details of Dura’s tale. I give my devious wife a small smile. “I take it you have a plan?”
“Oh yes,” my cunning female replies. “But we cannot do it alone. We will need allies.”
She smiles radiantly at me. “As luck would have it, I know just who to ask.”
Chapter 26
Dura
Iam kissing Marvik like I can fuse our souls together by the action. I tear at his clothes, ripping his tunic over his head, baring his delectable chest to my view. Marvik is pulling my clothes as well, and as I am not wearing much, I am soon naked in the cell. We move back into our embrace, delicious skin against skin, and my thrum bursts from my throat.
I am . . . happy. It is strange to be so, right on the edge of certain disaster, but myAsh’ka’s acceptance of me, the following of my mother’s traditions, has brought me joy. And made me feel very, very lustful.
Marvik’s hands find my breasts, kneading them expertly, and I mewl through my thrum. My hands go questing for his trouser strings. After a week of oral sex, I am extremely ready to have him inside of me.
“Fucking love those little sounds, huntress,” he murmurs against my lips. I finish untying his trousers, and he kicks them off. His hands come under my bottom and lift, hauling me against him. My long legs come around his waist and he whirls us around, pushing me up against the cool stone wall.
When I am rested between him and the wall, Marvik kisses me, licking into my mouth with passion, masterfully stoking my ardor. Shivers run down my spine and my center primes.
MyAsh’kapulls back from me, a fierce grin on his handsome face. “Tell me, my dirty, dirty huntress, if I touched you now, would I find you wet? Does your hungry pussy want to take my hard cock?”
I shiver again at his words, mysibilanceincreasing. “Yes,” I boldly tell him. “My pussy always wants your cock.”
He chuckles darkly at my declaration. “You’ll be the end of me,huntress, but I’ll gladly let you lead me to my doom.”
His clever fingers snake down my body, finding my clit, and begin lightly massaging around it, slipping through my natural wetness. I keen out, uncaring at how loud I am. I know we are likely not alone in the dungeon, but it doesn’t matter. Let them hear as my mate claims my body. Let them hear how hard he makes me come.
At the thought, my body tightens and releases, my climax taking me almost by surprise. After going several days without myAsh’ka’s touch, I am feeling desperate for it. Amid my climax, I feel a thick intrusion into my body and know that Marvik has entered my squeezing channel with his thick cock. He pushes in again and again, making my climax reach new heights and before I know it, I am coming again, screaming out my pleasure.
Marvik keeps going, a look of intense concentration on his features, before pulling out of me, his cock spurting up, dirtying our naked bodies. When he finishes, I am still thrumming, and he is still hard. Without missing a beat, he pushes back into me and we begin again.
“You . . . don’t . . . need . . . to . . . do . . . that,” I tell him between thrusts. Another climax rolls into the edges of my awareness, but I try to hold it off. This is important.
“Do what, huntress? Push into your pretty pussy? Make you come so hard you see the gods? Worship your beauty?” He hitches an arm around one of my legs, tilting it up higher so that his angle changes. He hits even deeper inside of me, hitting my most secret places, and I whimper. I won't be able to last long.
I huff out a breathless laugh at his dirty, cocky words. “No . . . come . . . uh! Come outside . . . mmm! You don’t need to come . . . outside of me.”
Marvik goes a little more serious, but keeps pistoning his hips into me, his rhythm brutal, punishing even. I’m going to come soon. “I do not know if I want a child huntress,” he tells me. “We should not bring a life into this world before we are both ready.”
I don’t know if I want a child either. Especially not with war or banishment blooming on the horizon. But there is more than one way to prevent a child, though I’ve never had to use it before.
“That's what I’m . . .huh! Trying to tell you. I can . . . mmm! I can use my . . . healing powers to prevent your seed from taking. I just . . . . need, uh! To do it before a day passes.”
