into being.”
“Q-Qy—” She gasped.
“—Kaistril,” he growled, crushing his lips against
hers. The kiss ran like lightning through her veins, and she kissed him back,
winding her hands in his felt-like locks. He raised his head and she dragged in
a breath. His eyes shimmered with pleasure and lust, his lips curved into a
slight smile. He was more beautiful than in any of her imaginings.
“I’m weak and useless. Not a warrior woman like
you enjoy.” Sabralia voiced her confusion. And then she felt awful, so sad.
Tears welled into her eyes. “I was never trained to do anything. I was married
to Sirn before my schooling was done.”
Her lack of knowledge or skills for life outside
the harem was a heavy weight on her mind.
“Ahh, sweet one. You are soft and gentle. The
military women of my world like to fight and tussle before they bed a man, but
you are not like that. There is no harm in you, and I would never need to sleep
with my weapon near, with you in my bed. And that pleases me.”
His finger caressed her lips, and his mouth gently
kissed away her tears. She couldn’t look away from his eyes that looked so deep
into her own. She felt open and vulnerable. He knew her so well, but she didn’t
know him at all.
“Do you know that we warriors fight to protect
women like you? Women who raise the children, oversee the communities and
homesteads, make our lives warm and joyful, who are kind even to a brain-dead
cyborg.” Sabralia could barely breathe. Qy—Kaistril—wanted to make love to her.
He thought she was a worthy person, despite her lack of skills.Like she’d
dreamed about for so long.
“Kiss me like you did when I was a cyborg,” he
entreated, brushing his lips against hers, and at that moment she realized that
there was vulnerability under his warrior’s exterior. She tangled her hands
into his hair and pulled him close until she could trace his full lips with her
tongue. He quickly opened his mouth and groaned deep in his throat when she
sucked his tongue, as he thrust his in and out, her mind spinning. He was her
anchor, she gripped his shoulders tight.
“This reminds me of something.” Kaistril’s eyes
twinkled at her. He pulled at her leggings, then stood and ripped off his
clothes.
She swallowed. She’d seen him naked before, many
times. His body was perfect—defined abs and thigh muscles, broad shoulders,
narrow hips. She’d never seen him erect. But now his cock seemed to strain
toward her, an aggressive red, the head plump and round, moist at the slit.
“These need to come off.” Kaistril pulled off her
boots and leggings.
Exposed in her bareness, Sabralia slid a hand to
cover herself. Qy the cyborg never really noticed if she was naked or clothed,
but Kaistril’s gaze was intense.
“How long was I your lady’s maid?” His voice was
husky.
“Two years, almost three.” Her voice was breathy.
“Three years. I must have seen you naked a hundred
times.”
“Daily. You bathed me daily.” Her boots and
leggings fell to the floor.
“Yes, hundreds of times.” His voice had a raspy
quality to it that made a shiver run through her. With quick, strong hands, he
pulled her legs up and out exposing her. Instinctively, her hands moved to
cover her most intimate parts, but his hands held hers away.
“Ah, ah now. This is something the cyborg never
got to see. I plan to look my fill.” He kneeled down before her and she
swallowed, barely able to breathe.
Embarrassment made her tighten her legs, ready to
slam them back together.
Kaistril looked up at her and grinned broadly. He
smoothed hot, strong hands along her thighs, up to her bottom, where he
massaged her, deeply. “Now, don’t be shy. You must know I find you lovely.”
His eyes focused on her exposed flesh. “Glistening
petals. You are wet for me.” One long finger made a line through her curls,
over her clit, and then pressed deep inside. He withdrew his finger and tugged
gently on her small labia. “I
“Q-Qy—” She gasped.
“—Kaistril,” he growled, crushing his lips against
hers. The kiss ran like lightning through her veins, and she kissed him back,
winding her hands in his felt-like locks. He raised his head and she dragged in
a breath. His eyes shimmered with pleasure and lust, his lips curved into a
slight smile. He was more beautiful than in any of her imaginings.
“I’m weak and useless. Not a warrior woman like
you enjoy.” Sabralia voiced her confusion. And then she felt awful, so sad.
Tears welled into her eyes. “I was never trained to do anything. I was married
to Sirn before my schooling was done.”
Her lack of knowledge or skills for life outside
the harem was a heavy weight on her mind.
“Ahh, sweet one. You are soft and gentle. The
military women of my world like to fight and tussle before they bed a man, but
you are not like that. There is no harm in you, and I would never need to sleep
with my weapon near, with you in my bed. And that pleases me.”
His finger caressed her lips, and his mouth gently
kissed away her tears. She couldn’t look away from his eyes that looked so deep
into her own. She felt open and vulnerable. He knew her so well, but she didn’t
know him at all.
“Do you know that we warriors fight to protect
women like you? Women who raise the children, oversee the communities and
homesteads, make our lives warm and joyful, who are kind even to a brain-dead
cyborg.” Sabralia could barely breathe. Qy—Kaistril—wanted to make love to her.
He thought she was a worthy person, despite her lack of skills.Like she’d
dreamed about for so long.
“Kiss me like you did when I was a cyborg,” he
entreated, brushing his lips against hers, and at that moment she realized that
there was vulnerability under his warrior’s exterior. She tangled her hands
into his hair and pulled him close until she could trace his full lips with her
tongue. He quickly opened his mouth and groaned deep in his throat when she
sucked his tongue, as he thrust his in and out, her mind spinning. He was her
anchor, she gripped his shoulders tight.
“This reminds me of something.” Kaistril’s eyes
twinkled at her. He pulled at her leggings, then stood and ripped off his
clothes.
She swallowed. She’d seen him naked before, many
times. His body was perfect—defined abs and thigh muscles, broad shoulders,
narrow hips. She’d never seen him erect. But now his cock seemed to strain
toward her, an aggressive red, the head plump and round, moist at the slit.
“These need to come off.” Kaistril pulled off her
boots and leggings.
Exposed in her bareness, Sabralia slid a hand to
cover herself. Qy the cyborg never really noticed if she was naked or clothed,
but Kaistril’s gaze was intense.
“How long was I your lady’s maid?” His voice was
husky.
“Two years, almost three.” Her voice was breathy.
“Three years. I must have seen you naked a hundred
times.”
“Daily. You bathed me daily.” Her boots and
leggings fell to the floor.
“Yes, hundreds of times.” His voice had a raspy
quality to it that made a shiver run through her. With quick, strong hands, he
pulled her legs up and out exposing her. Instinctively, her hands moved to
cover her most intimate parts, but his hands held hers away.
“Ah, ah now. This is something the cyborg never
got to see. I plan to look my fill.” He kneeled down before her and she
swallowed, barely able to breathe.
Embarrassment made her tighten her legs, ready to
slam them back together.
Kaistril looked up at her and grinned broadly. He
smoothed hot, strong hands along her thighs, up to her bottom, where he
massaged her, deeply. “Now, don’t be shy. You must know I find you lovely.”
His eyes focused on her exposed flesh. “Glistening
petals. You are wet for me.” One long finger made a line through her curls,
over her clit, and then pressed deep inside. He withdrew his finger and tugged
gently on her small labia. “I
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