Queen of Lost Stars (Dragonblade Series/House of St. Hever) by Kathryn Le Veque
Authors: Kathryn Le Veque
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breasts where he started kneading her.
Madelayne was overwhelmed with his innate response, for it was an instantaneous sexual response, much as Cairn had responded to her in their love making. She was trying to keep his hands off of her breasts but she couldn’t quite keep them both off of her, and when one wasn’t on her breast, he was grasping her bottom through her heavy robe. Every motion St. Hèver had was sexual, an innate response of a man to a woman, and Madelayne was becoming quite embarrassed as she tried to, literally, fight him off. But even as she struggled to keep his behavior proper, something else was happening, an innate sense of sexuality that surprised her.
Something she never knew she possessed.
She had just given birth but there was no mistaking the fire in her belly. She was cramping up, terribly, as he nursed at her breasts and she was torn between the pain of it and the powerful sense of lust the man seemed to spark in her. It was the oddest thing, really; she’d never experienced anything like it. The more St. Hèver suckled, the stronger the sensations became. The more she wanted him to suckle.
“Is he feeding, then?” Dolwyd asked, still over by his table.
Hugely embarrassed at what was taking place, Madelayne answered. “He… he is,” she said, grunting when he grabbed her bottom again. “But he cannot seem to keep his hands from me. He is much stronger than you think he is, Dolwyd.”
She said it with some panic in her voice and Dolwyd continued on with his medicaments. “There is nothing like a firm young lass in a man’s bed to bring him to life,” he muttered. “As long as he is feeding, give him all he will take.”
Madelayne was now trying to keep Kaspian from putting his hand between her legs, at one point, slapping his hand and yanking on a finger, nearly pulling it off of his hand, to keep him away. He simply went back to her breasts, now suckling on the left one because he’s suckled the right one dry. He seemed to have calmed down a bit at this point, simply settling in to nurse rather than trying to grab her. A bit frazzled, Madelayne sighed heavily with relief.
“He seems quite hungry,” she said, holding his head against her breast as a kind of instinctive motherly action. “It pains me when he suckles, Dolwyd.”
“Where?”
“My belly.”
The old man nodded as he measured out a cup of wine. “That is good,” he said. “It is your womb, healing itself after the birth. In a sense, St. Hèver is doing you a favor just as you are doing one for him. His suckling is bringing about the healing of your womb. It was what your child would have done, had he lived.”
Oddly enough, Madelayne was starting to see what Dolwyd had been trying to explain to her from the beginning – the benefits of this odd and somewhat embarrassing situation. Kaspian needed her and she needed him, and once he’d stopped grabbing at her, they settled in to a kind of fragile peace. Madelayne gazed down at the man as he suckled, feeling her heart flutter, just a bit.
“The pain in my belly is most strong,” she said.
“Is it uncomfortable?”
“It is bearable.”
“You will feel the pain for the next few days as your womb regains its size again.”
After that, Madelayne didn’t say much more. She continued to hold St. Hèver’s head to her breast as he nursed her dry on both breasts and finally fell into a deep and satisfied sleep. Madelayne remained next to him, wrapped up in his big arms and trapped against him, unable to move. She thought she might leave his bed and return to her own, but the truth was that she was exhausted from the day and, in fact, nestled in St. Hèver’s warm bed had her very drowsy.
She hated herself for thinking that she liked it. The only man she had ever lain next to had been Cairn and he never much allowed her to move away from him. His arms were always around her and it was something she’d become accustomed to. There was comfort there,
Madelayne was overwhelmed with his innate response, for it was an instantaneous sexual response, much as Cairn had responded to her in their love making. She was trying to keep his hands off of her breasts but she couldn’t quite keep them both off of her, and when one wasn’t on her breast, he was grasping her bottom through her heavy robe. Every motion St. Hèver had was sexual, an innate response of a man to a woman, and Madelayne was becoming quite embarrassed as she tried to, literally, fight him off. But even as she struggled to keep his behavior proper, something else was happening, an innate sense of sexuality that surprised her.
Something she never knew she possessed.
She had just given birth but there was no mistaking the fire in her belly. She was cramping up, terribly, as he nursed at her breasts and she was torn between the pain of it and the powerful sense of lust the man seemed to spark in her. It was the oddest thing, really; she’d never experienced anything like it. The more St. Hèver suckled, the stronger the sensations became. The more she wanted him to suckle.
“Is he feeding, then?” Dolwyd asked, still over by his table.
Hugely embarrassed at what was taking place, Madelayne answered. “He… he is,” she said, grunting when he grabbed her bottom again. “But he cannot seem to keep his hands from me. He is much stronger than you think he is, Dolwyd.”
She said it with some panic in her voice and Dolwyd continued on with his medicaments. “There is nothing like a firm young lass in a man’s bed to bring him to life,” he muttered. “As long as he is feeding, give him all he will take.”
Madelayne was now trying to keep Kaspian from putting his hand between her legs, at one point, slapping his hand and yanking on a finger, nearly pulling it off of his hand, to keep him away. He simply went back to her breasts, now suckling on the left one because he’s suckled the right one dry. He seemed to have calmed down a bit at this point, simply settling in to nurse rather than trying to grab her. A bit frazzled, Madelayne sighed heavily with relief.
“He seems quite hungry,” she said, holding his head against her breast as a kind of instinctive motherly action. “It pains me when he suckles, Dolwyd.”
“Where?”
“My belly.”
The old man nodded as he measured out a cup of wine. “That is good,” he said. “It is your womb, healing itself after the birth. In a sense, St. Hèver is doing you a favor just as you are doing one for him. His suckling is bringing about the healing of your womb. It was what your child would have done, had he lived.”
Oddly enough, Madelayne was starting to see what Dolwyd had been trying to explain to her from the beginning – the benefits of this odd and somewhat embarrassing situation. Kaspian needed her and she needed him, and once he’d stopped grabbing at her, they settled in to a kind of fragile peace. Madelayne gazed down at the man as he suckled, feeling her heart flutter, just a bit.
“The pain in my belly is most strong,” she said.
“Is it uncomfortable?”
“It is bearable.”
“You will feel the pain for the next few days as your womb regains its size again.”
After that, Madelayne didn’t say much more. She continued to hold St. Hèver’s head to her breast as he nursed her dry on both breasts and finally fell into a deep and satisfied sleep. Madelayne remained next to him, wrapped up in his big arms and trapped against him, unable to move. She thought she might leave his bed and return to her own, but the truth was that she was exhausted from the day and, in fact, nestled in St. Hèver’s warm bed had her very drowsy.
She hated herself for thinking that she liked it. The only man she had ever lain next to had been Cairn and he never much allowed her to move away from him. His arms were always around her and it was something she’d become accustomed to. There was comfort there,
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