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  Heat exploded in her loins, raced along her limbs as his mouth worked at her, tugging, sucking, as if trying to fill the emptiness which had driven him, sharper than any lash, through the long, grueling, six-day trek. His hands came up to cup her breasts, squeezing them, lifting them toward his mouth which clamped first on one, then the other, tonguing and nibbling her aching, erect nipples, then closing around them, sucking her breast deep into his mouth.

  Soleyla’s hands slid over his arms, his shoulders, down his back as she arched her own, shoving her breasts into his seeking, teasing mouth. He nuzzled between them, his fingers tugging her nipples, pinching them as she gasped in pleasure. Sliding one hand behind her back, he lowered her gently to the hard floor. Unfastening her pants, he slid them downward, drew them off and threw them somewhere into the shadows. Soleyla panted, waiting, shivering slightly in the cold.

  A warm, gentle hand closed around her ankle, trailed slowly up her calf. She quivered as it stroked the inside of her thigh, played delicately over the curling hair of her mons, then moaned, deep in her throat, as Kantou knelt between her legs, bending down to taste her.

  His tongue licked at her opening, hungrily lapping her free flowing juices. With a groan, he closed his mouth on her, flicking his tongue over her engorged clit. Soleyla spread her legs, letting him delve deeper, felt his tongue thrusting between her sensitive lips. Already she could feel heat rising within her, building toward a peak. His hands slid over her hips, her belly, caressing her full, firm breasts as his tongue danced along her clit, teasing her until she thrashed beneath him, her head tossing from side to side, murmuring senseless, half-formed words.

  Kantou stopped, lifted his head, and she cried out in protest at the withdrawal of his tongue. As her hands fisted in his hair, shoving his head back down, she felt his lips curve into a brief, exultant smile. Wrapping her legs around him, she crushed him to her, forcing his face against her cunt.

  He sighed in contentment, the warm, rich sound vibrating against her. Then, seizing her breasts in hands that were suddenly rough and insistent, he clamped his mouth around her clit, sucking and nipping and lapping it with a craving that drove her, shuddering, over the brink. Light exploded behind her eyelids as her entire body strained, her back arching off the floor, her fists closing convulsively in his hair, toward the throbbing, pulsing point between her thighs.

  Soleyla came back to awareness to find him stretched beside her, his head resting on her shoulder as he stroked her lightly, her face, her neck, her full, aching breasts. His gaze, wide and wondering, followed the trail of his hands, as if he was both amazed and humbled by the chance, the freedom, to touch her. Soleyla quivered as he drew his long, agile fingers in a path down her belly, circling her navel playfully, tickling her.

  “Stop that,” she whispered. His finger hesitated, then resumed its circular course. “Kantou, I said stop it!” But her voice burbled with laughter, and so he ignored her. Grinning, she shook her head and lay back, content to let him fondle her however he liked. Outside, the rain fell in a soft, ceaseless, tuneless song that seemed to wrap them, warm and intertwined, in a small, secret space. Nothing could touch, threaten or divide them behind the rain’s protective veil.

  Kantou lifted her hand, interweaving her fingers with his, and she turned her head to look at him. Gently, as lightly as dew settling on a flower, he kissed her -- her forehead, her closed eyelids, her mouth. She parted her lips, felt his tongue slide, shy and hesitant, between them.

  She touched it with her own, then drew back, gazing at him, tracing the line of his thick arched eyebrows, running her finger along one high curved cheekbone, playing it over his full lower lip. “My beautiful Kantou…”

  “Am I?” His eyes were dark, shadowed, yearning still.

  What words would it take, Soleyla wondered, to fill that yearning, to chase away the uncertainty in those smoky gray eyes?

  No, not words. Soleyla paused, feeling understanding blossom within her. No words could convey what he most longed to hear. She grabbed his hair at the base of his neck, roughly, saw his eyes fly open, startled. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she pushed him down onto his back. “Spread your legs,” she commanded, and saw his face suffuse with arousal as he obeyed. His enormous erection brushed his stomach, its tip covering his navel. Soleyla felt a fresh throb of anticipatory heat, deep inside her. But first…

  She grasped his thighs, forcing them up and out. Kantou lifted his hips, giving her access to his ass -- but that wasn’t what she wanted. Not tonight. Grinning wickedly, she wrapped one hand around his shaft, so thick her fingers didn’t come close to circling it. She tilted it up, hearing Kantou gasp as she lowered her head. Then she wrapped her lips around it.

  The sensation was intoxicating. Hot, throbbing, tasting slightly of salt, his firm, engorged head filled her mouth, her jaw straining as she sought to encompass all of it. Gods, what would it feel like inside her? She flicked her tongue over its small, gaping slit, feeling him jerk and tremble, tasting the bead of come forming just inside. Prodding, she darted her tongue, over and over, against that sweet, tiny hole, hearing Kantou’s breath go ragged as his whole body tensed, quivering, below her.

  Straining her mouth wider, she sucked, drawing all of his head inside. Her teeth scraped lightly against the thick, meaty rim, and she wrapped her lips over it and clamped down, hard. Kantou arched like a drawn bow, his hips rising off the rock as she swirled her tongue over and over the smooth velvet firmness of his cockhead. He whimpered, and she felt her cunt throb in response to his need.

  Tightening her grip on his shaft, she raised her head, her gaze seeking his face. It was flushed, lax with desire, his eyes heavy lidded and smoky. “I told you once, Kantou,” Soleyla growled, her voice low and thrilling, “I would have you. Where, when, and as I liked.”

  “Yes, my lady.” Panting, he whispered the words.

  “Look at me, Kantou!”

  His eyes flew wide.

  “Say it, Kantou.”

  Smiling inwardly, she watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, then licked his dry lips. “You will have me, my lady. When, where, and as you like.”

  “Because you are mine, Kantou. Mine, and no one else’s.” He lay watching her, his lips parted soundlessly. She reached up, yanked his hair, pulling his head upward. “Say it, Kantou!”

  “I am yours, Soleyla. Yours to use however you wish.” His eyes, glowing with exaltation, watched her face.

  “Good.” She released him. “Get on your knees.” He did, his erection jutting, enormous, before him. Soleyla leaned back, sprawling lazily on the ground.

  “Now fuck me, Kantou.”

  He looked at her, startled, a wild, surprised hope burning in his eyes. She grinned. “You heard me. Slave.”

  His head dropped back on his strong, graceful neck, and she heard him sigh, long and low. Slowly, disbelieving, he brought his hands to her thighs, running his palms down the length of them, then curling between, spreading them wide. As Rolen once had done, he looked down at her, gazing raptly at the juice slicked folds of her cunt. His cock throbbed, huge, rigid, so engorged the skin was stretched to a hard, shiny surface.

  He raised his gaze once more to her face, and Soleyla saw tears shining in his eyes. As he lowered himself above her, his tears slid free, gliding down his cheeks to fall, warm and soft, onto her chest.

  “Oh, my lady,” he breathed. “Oh, Soleyla.”

  And with that last, whispered syllable, his cock nudged against her opening. Soleyla spread her thighs wider, wrapping her legs about his lean waist. Her cunt pulsated, eager for his thickness, and she arched against him, feeling his tip slowly work its way in. Gods, it was huge! It pressed against her, filling her, stretching her wide in a way that made her gasp with pleasure. Nothing, no man, had felt remotely like this and -- she realized, swallowing slightly -- his head wasn’t even all the way inside her yet.

  He paused, his arms trembling as he held himself above her, his thick straigh
t hair falling like a veil around her face, sliding over her breasts like silk. His jaw hung slightly open, his lips parted, his eyes closed in fiercely controlled ecstasy. She reached up, stroked his face, and he looked down at her, his eyes full of an emotion so clear, so radiant, that for a moment Soleyla was abashed.

  How could she not have seen how he loved her, wanted her, needed her? She was every bit the stubborn fool Rolen had called her. She had wasted so much time, time she could have spent, just like this, with Kantou poised above her, quivering with desire.

  She slid her hands up his trembling arms, laid them gently on his broad, scarred back. Firmly, clearly, she said, “I want you inside of me, Kantou. All of you. Now.”

  Kantou closed his eyes, feeling tears stream down his face. Why now did he cry, now when everything he’d ever wanted, everything he’d hoped for, was here? But as he slid himself deep into Soleyla’s throbbing tightness, Kantou sobbed at the sweetness of the sensation.

  Warm and slick, her cunt closed around him as he pressed gently, easing his shaft deeper inside her. How he had dreamed of this! Quivering, he paused, feeling desire race along his cock. He could, Kantou thought wildly, come right this second.

  Slowly, carefully, he backed out an inch, feeling the hot clasp of her opening squeeze his shaft. He was hers, body and soul. Now and forever. Whatever Soleyla wanted, he would do. Whatever she commanded. Every sensation she made him feel, every twinge of pain and desire, was ecstasy beyond his deepest fantasies. She would drive him, Kantou knew, to the heights of lust, riding him to an unimaginable peak.

  A sense of exaltation filled him, mingling with the ache of his balls into a rapture he had no words for. He could only whisper, his voice ragged with desire, “Soleyla. Oh, my lady.”

  He felt her shift below him, press up against his careful strokes, greedily thrusting her hips into the air. With a sob, Kantou tossed his head, feeling his hair slide like a heavy silken veil across his trembling shoulders, and pistoned himself down, deep into his lady’s sweet, scorching wetness.

  Soleyla moaned as she felt Kantou lunge, his control shattering, plunging his cock deep inside her in one swift, hard motion. Her head snapped back, and her cunt blazed with sudden heat, stretched wide by his thick, pulsating shaft. She felt him push deeper, felt his cock forcing its way through her entrance, aware of how her muscles gripped him, squeezing. And still he was not yet all the way in her.

  “I thought I told you, Kantou,” she growled, her voice low with menace. She could almost feel his balls contract in reaction, aching to spill their seed inside her. “I want it. All of it. Now!” Burying her fist in his hair, she yanked him downward, feeling his cock flex once inside her before he thrust himself home.

  His pelvic bone ground against hers, straining, mashing her clit. Her breasts were flattened against his heaving chest. His cock slammed deep, igniting a flare of lust so breathtaking Soleyla felt her head spin.

  It was enormous. Overwhelming. His cock filled her so completely Soleyla thought she might pass out from delight. Like velvet iron it stretched her cunt, possessing every inch of her. “Yes,” she hissed, “oh yes, Kantou.” She felt him stiffen above her, rigid with need, then shiver with delight as she ordered, her voice hard and demanding, “Now fuck me.”

  Slowly, he drew himself out, his cock swelling against the sides of her passage, until she felt the rim of his head drag against her lips. He stayed there, rocking, and she could feel her entrance squeezing his head, compressing it, crushing the rim as it popped back inside her. A roaring, aching emptiness flared inside her, and she grabbed his hips, pistoning him forward, hearing him moan as he sank in to the hilt. She tightened her muscles, gripping him, and he whimpered, his head pressed against her neck, fighting for control.

  “Oh, you like that, Kantou.”

  “Yes,” he hissed. “I like it, my lady.”

  “Then fuck me, Kantou. Fuck me hard. Fuck me till it hurts.”

  “Oh, God,” he breathed, and lifted himself, shuddering. His eyes were almost black with need as he reared above her. He drew himself back, then thrust down, hard, splitting her open, his pelvic bone grinding against her swollen clit. “Again,” she commanded. “Faster.”

  With a wild, snorting sigh, he lunged back again, then obeyed, his hips straining as he slammed into her, again and again, filling her in a way no man ever had. Soleyla moaned deliriously as she felt him swell further, impossibly huge, his club-like cock pounding her cunt. Suddenly, he rocked back onto his haunches, grabbed her ass and dragged her up with him, so her legs were wrapped around his waist. Kantou’s face clenched with mingled agony and delight as he wrenched her legs up, over his shoulders, sending his cock drilling into her in one hard, punishing thrust.

  She saw Kantou’s gaze fixed on her breasts as they jiggled, bounced by the strength of his thrusts. Wantonly, she rubbed them, squeezing the nipples, heard his breath hiss between his teeth as she tweaked them. “Harder?” she asked, and felt a fresh spurt of wetness slick her cunt as he nodded mutely, his eyes huge and round as he watched her seize her nipples and pinch them fiercely between her strong fingers.

  “Oh God, Soleyla,” he gasped. Then his breath caught as his whole body tensed upward, freezing on the edge of ejaculation. Grabbing his arms, Soleyla pulled herself up so that she straddled his thighs, his cock buried, rigid, inside her. His hands slid under her ass, cupping her cheeks, spreading them, and she could feel the hot, pulsing weight of his balls against her rectum. She pushed downward, grinding them between her ass and his strong thighs, and heard Kantou groan. “Oh, yes, my lady. Harder.”

  Rubbing her mons against the taut plane of his abs, Soleyla raised herself above him, then pistoned down, spearing herself on his huge, rock-hard shaft. Her ass slapped his balls, and she felt him buck, his cock throbbing inside her.

  “Please,” he begged, “please.”

  Faster, harder, she rode him, her clit mashed between them, savaging his balls with each punishing thrust. His head fell back, his breath raking through his throat, his hands dragging her down, harder, slamming her against him. She felt his muscles tense, and lust coiled inside her, tight and voracious, demanding all of him, his pain, his ecstasy, his complete submission.

  She raked her teeth over his throat, felt his cock pulse as she twisted his nipples, heard a blank, white-hot roaring inside her skull. Her cunt spasmed, gripping him tight as he thrust up so hard he lifted her clear off the floor, holding her aloft with only his hands and his huge, pounding cock. Her legs clenched around him, drawing him deep, and she felt every throb of his shaft as he came, exploding inside her in wave after searing wave, filling her until his juices ran down between them. And with one harsh, agonized groan, Kantou rammed himself deep and clung to her, shaking.

  Chapter Six

  Slowly, tenderly, he lowered her to the ground. Soleyla whimpered as Kantou withdrew, wanting his cock inside her again, right now -- right now and always. He bent over her, his long hair brushing her face, and kissed her gently. As he raised his head, Soleyla finally saw what his eyes looked like without any shadows. Clear and luminous, they gazed down at her, filled with a light like swift running water.

  The air around them was gray, now, lightening slowly toward an overcast dawn. The clouds outside the cave’s jagged opening were low, dense, iron gray. Soleyla pulled Kantou down, and he curled at her side, his head on her shoulder, one hand playing with her hair. Suddenly, the awareness of what this day would bring hung heavy around them.

  “Kantou…” she started. He shook his head, cutting her off.

  “No, my lady. I won’t stay behind.”

  Soleyla sighed. “Then stick close to me, Kantou. I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

  He lifted her hand, cupping it in his, and dropped a soft kiss in her palm. Around them, almost noiseless in the cool air, they heard the shift and fall of stones as Rolen’s men climbed from the tunnels, assembling in the valley below.

  Giving him one last kiss, Soleyla ro
se and dressed. She didn’t look back as she stepped through the crevasse and clambered carefully to the valley floor, knowing full well Kantou would follow.

  Fog swirled around her as she reached the bottom. Already the men were trickling eastward, flitting in ones and twos up the far slope of the valley like wraiths between the rocks, making their way to the rendezvous she and Rolen had selected the day before.

  Finally, she spied Rolen through the eddying mist. He was standing near Jerril, the towering blond giant who had helped him first abduct Soleyla, speaking earnestly in a low, tense voice. Jerril nodded, then grinned at Soleyla as she approached. He, too, had a Guardian sword of ancient manufacture sheathed at his waist, and Soleyla again felt a burst of kinship with those long-ago Guardians who had fled to this isolated planet. Such a man, she thought, looking at the tall, easygoing man with his ready smile, should never be a slave.

  Rolen, following Jerril’s gaze, nodded at Soleyla, then saw Kantou behind her. His eyebrows lifted questioningly, and Soleyla smiled, which was all the answer Rolen needed. “Good,” he replied. “It’s about time.”

  He gestured to the men moving out of the valley. “They’ll be in position before sunrise.”

  “If any sun can rise in this murk,” added Jerril. The rain had finally stopped, but the air was full of the magnified sound of water, dripping from the rocks and the low stunted brush that grew between them. The morning felt chancy, thick with tension, or perhaps it was Soleyla’s own uneasiness that made the lowering clouds seem so threatening. She nodded. “Better for us. Get them down to the ridge before this fog lifts. I’ll unlock the gates in time for your attack.”

  Jerril looked at her, surprised. “Won’t they notice?”

  Soleyla gave him a hard grin. “They’ll be otherwise occupied.”