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Slaves to Passion (greybishop & ShadowOfDesire)

Her breast tightened in his hand, nipple contracting beneath the cloth to dimple the fabric. His electric touch sending a shaft of pleasure through her that heated her very core. Warmth began to spread from between her thighs, achingly sweet. Eyes closed, she allowed herself to drift away in the feel of his tongue about hers and the taste of him upon her lips. Nimble fingers dragged through his hair and then down his neck, short nails lightly caressing his sun-burnished skin. Her pace was slow and deliberate, taking her time to explore his body, feeling the heat and solidness of flesh and muscle beneath her.

One of her shoulders dipped, skating past the massive hand caressing her breast to delve across his hairy chest and then lower to his abdomen. Her fingers danced dangerously about the waistband of his trousers, though didn't open them immediately to claim her prize. Instead, she ran her hand along his inner thigh, slipping slowly along his seam to graze the growing bulge trapped by the fabric. Her palm pressed a fraction harder through the cloth as their kiss deepened, and she was unable to contain the groan of pleasure that rolled up through her chest.

Quick, passionate fucks in the stables were enjoyable, she knew, but she rather liked the slower exploration that he'd begun. It was a far greater challenge to maintain a measured pace, to draw out the pleasure between them, and she savored it well while it lasted as though he were an exotic vintage that she'd never tasted. She let that flavor roll over her, tongue twining, suckling, invading. He was as heady as the ale they'd been drinking, making her drunk with lust. That intoxicating power caused her to sway when they finally parted to breathe, her chest rising beneath his hand as she panted.

There was no need for her to reveal how she felt about that kiss. Her blood was singing, her sex throbbing, and the hand teasing his groin tightened about stiff bulge that had grown there. Her breath was hot against his skin as she nuzzled his neck. "I thought you'd removed your sword," she murmured low, her tone playful.
 
Lukas laughed happily at Jacelyn’s comment; it pleased him to no end to see the ranger feeling so comfortable with him and he stroked her hair gently as he replied. “A good warrior always has his sword ready, in case he comes across a lady in need of one.” And as the sellsword kissed the lush, damp hair that crowned Jacelyn’s head he reflected that the lass did indeed seem in need of his ‘sword;’ her groan of pleasure, an’ the way her lovely chest was pulling in air, and her slim fingers toying with his shaft through his trousers made that amply clear. So after a further moment’s reflection and a glance about their room Lukas slipped his free hand under the ranger’s knees, stood with her cradled in his arms and took a few easy steps towards his bedside; there he bent, laid Jacelyn down off to one side as gently as a mother putting her babe in a cradle, and then joined her.

Lukas had to lay on his side but that didn’t bother him in the least; he simply slipped one arm under Jacelyn’s slender neck and over her shoulder, and as he once again cupped one of her breasts he used his other hand to turn her head towards him so he could kiss her. As he’d slid into bed the sellsword had noticed that the ranger’s shift had risen perilously high on her legs as he’d carried her, and so after a moment his free hand shifted too, to settle on one of the ranger’s hips. Though he couldn’t see what he was doing Lukas wasted no time in slipping his hand under Jacelyn’s garment, so he could truly feel that very womanly curve; the ranger might have looked something like a tall, thin boy when wrapped up tight in her armor but even moreso than her chest, feeling that particular curve caused Lukas’ manhood to swell even more; in his mind the gods had made women’s hips that way for three reasons: to more easily bring children into the world, to carry them about after that and to drive men mad with desire. And while he didn’t know about the first two, as his hand caressed Jacelyn’s soft skin he knew without a doubt the gods had done very well indeed with the woman he now held in his arms.

His musing done for the nonce, Lukas’ fingers traced as far down the outside of Jacelyn’s exposed leg as he could manage. And once again, as with her arms, he was absolutely delighted to find a mix of lean, hard muscle and soft, smooth skin. Once his digits could go no further they began tracing up the inside of the ranger’s legs, and soon enough were brushing over her inner thighs. But instead of nudging Jacelyn’s legs apart, or even worse forcing his hand where he wanted it to go, he held it still, pressed lightly against her. And as he did he broke their kiss, raised himself up a bit, and began to lick over the outside of her ear and suckle on her lovely, dangling earlobe. Only then did he whisper sweetly to her; “Spread your legs for me lass …”
 
He lifted her so easily. Jacelyn wasn't at all surprised. She'd seen how well he handled his blade, and could feel those same powerful muscles moving beneath her hands. As he lay her down, she scooted back to give him as much room as possible and pulled her hair from beneath her. Those damp strands formed a dark halo about her hair and lay heavily upon his arm as he slid his hand behind her neck. Before he'd even settled next to her, she'd returned her hands to his body, caressing him in exploration as they kissed. Her fingers dragged lightly over his skin, across his chest and arms, and down his sides. His exploring fingers proved to be a pleasant accompaniment to invasion at her mouth. She moaned at the feel of both, her body arching slightly to press her breast into his eager hand while she suckled at his tongue.

As she was content enough to go slow, she didn't immediately return to the bulge straining against his trousers. Instead, she left him to savor that throbbing ache, waiting with tingling anticipation the return of her hand to his erection. While his hand first began to explore the softness of her inner thighs, her own had found the fastenings of his trousers and worked them free. Fingertips teased along his waistline, following the distinct ridges of his abdominal muscles before returning to his broad chest.

His hot mouth upon her sensitive lobe drew a shiver from her slender body, and she most willingly complied with his request. One foot slid up the length of her other calf and settled on the bed, leg bending at the knee to part her thighs widely. The movement caused the hem of her shift to slide up her thigh, revealing even more of her silken skin and the heated center of her sex. The curls that covered her there were damp from her bath, but also from an abundance of lustful honey that his kisses had drawn forth. He'd find her tender folds slick with it and eager for his touch.
 
Despite the circumstances Lukas had actually learned a great many things during his years in Rabia; one of those was how to treat a woman in bed. So instead of just climbing between Jacelyn’s legs and rutting away, he gently cupped her sex in one hand as he whispered into her ear; “Good girl.” Then he pulled his head back so he could look into her eyes and spoke to her warmly as he kept stroking her nipple and began massaging her mound as well.

“We both know I’m going to fuck you tonight lass; it’s been over two weeks for me and I want you badly. But before I do, I'll make sure you’re ready and also enjoy yerself too. So if there’s anything you fancy, just say so or show me.” The big sellsword kissed her quite tenderly then paused before he said one last thing. “You really are a beautiful woman Jacelyn.”

As Lukas’ lips descended on the ranger’s mouth his fingertips began stroking the lips between her parted thighs; he wasn’t surprised to find them nicely open and slick. After running his fingers through her curly short hairs for a bit they became nice and wet too, and soon after he began working two of his digits into Jacelyn’s warm little slit; as he penetrated her for the first time it felt as if her body was welcoming him inside and he was very tempted to replace his fingers with another part of his body – but he forced himself to hold that thought and took comfort in knowing his time would come soon enough.

Once his fingers were fully inside her, Lukas waited for Jacelyn’s slender body to fully adjust before he moved them again. But as he held his two digits still the sellsword’s thumb was busy, as it sought out the swollen little bud he knew was hiding at the top of the ranger’s slit. Mikael had told him what it was called but he’d forgotten that, and instead knew it by another word his brother had used for it; almuftah, or ‘the key.’ Mikael had never been clear about what he’d meant by that, since sometimes it was the key to a woman’s pleasure, while at others it was the key to her heart; when Lukas had asked Ilse about it, she’d just smiled happily and pulled him into bed. Whatever the truth of the matter the big sellsword was pretty sure that caring for Jacelyn’s key would help her … smile happily as well. Still, he knew every woman was different and as his lips and fingers teased and explored the beautiful ranger he paid very close attention to the way she reacted, trying to coax her into that state of mindless bliss that truly was a gift from the gods …
 
The delicious combination of his exploring fingers and massaging hand made Jacelyn groan as she pressed herself against him. Her mouth opened, reaching for him as he worked her slowly, wanting to taste him again. She pulled him into a languid kiss, tongue delving into his mouth as her body rolled, hips arching as he found her silken channel. How long had it been for her? She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a man between her legs, nor when she'd had the chance for a slow and pleasurable night of love making. Her body responded so eagerly to his touch, quivering when his thumb found that throbbing nub of flesh and began to stroke.

One of her hands cupped his cheek, fingers running through his beard, plucking at it teasingly. The other slipped between them to his trousers, bypassing his waistband to search for the erect manhood she knew would be waiting for her. She moaned into his mouth as her fingers found his length, caressing lightly from base to tip. She moved slowly, as teasingly as he stroked her, her touch the barest whisper of her skin against his hot flesh.

At length, she broke from the kiss to draw breath and murmured softly against his cheek. "You needn't be so gentle unless you truly wish to be. I'll get my pleasure as easily as you'll have yours." She laughed softly, low in her throat, which shifted into another moan as his fingers pushed a fraction deeper. Her fingers tightened about his cock a tad more, urgent and needful.

"So very long," she murmured, though whether she was talking about his shaft or how long she'd held one was unclear.
 
Lukas smiled when he recognized Jacelyn’s body was being filled by the spirit of Vendite; the way the slender ranger was groaning and quivering and arching her hips told him the goddess of love was favoring the woman he held close, and would soon possess her entirely. The sellsword gave silent thanks to Vendite for that since it seemed the lass was long overdue for such a visit, and he was also pleased it was he who was making it possible.

His thoughts on godly matters were abruptly interrupted when Lukas felt Jacelyn’s slim fingers slip inside his trousers and begin caressing his manhood; her feather light touch felt absolutely wonderful and he was initially touched the girl could think of him at a time like this. But as she began moaning while she stroked him, and her fingers became more urgent and needy, he began to wonder if it was really his pleasure she was thinking of. But that notion didn’t really bother him at all, since just as Vendite favored a woman by possessing her, he knew the goddess granted a man her grace by becoming the vessel for his seed; as Jacelyn got closer to her bliss he knew she, or the spirit within her was just preparing him for his. So he replied to her words gently, though there was still a note of firmness in his voice.

“My time will come lass. Soon enough. Now is yours.” He paused for a moment before he continued. “But I may just hold you to saying I needn’t be gentle when my time comes.” His voice grew tender. “So be at peace now Jacelyn, and let the goddess’ spirit fill you.” Then he kissed her quite softly on the forehead before pressing his mouth back to hers.

As he’d spoken Lukas’ fingers hadn’t paused stroking the ranger’s firm nipple through the thin fabric of her shift; it was swollen with her blood and the way she pressed her breast into his hand told him she was truly enjoying the attention he was giving her chest. And the same could be said for the digits that now explored Jacelyn’s warm, wet slit. Her cunt had began to relax and open inside as it had without, though she still felt and sounded deliciously tight; in between her groans and moans he could hear her body wetly sucking on his fingers as he moved them within her. The thought of how all that wonderful silkiness would feel gripping his shaft seeped into the sellsword’s mind and shortly thereafter his fingers began pumping harder and faster, soon to be followed by his tongue pressing even more deeply within her sweet mouth. But even as he kept pleasuring her in all those ways, Lukas’s thumb kept on lightly circling and gliding over the slick, swollen pearl at the top of Jacelyn’s slit, hoping to turn her key in just the right way – so that Vendite could finally possess the beautiful ranger for a time, and give her all the bliss he knew she deserved …
 
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As though his words had given her the permission she needed to fully abandon herself to that pleasure, Jacelyn began to tremble with need as she kissed him ravenously. He tasted of ale and his own particular flavor, which she indulged in time and again, drawing him into her mouth or plunging into his as their tongues twine. His fingers worked so expertly to provide her with pleasure, stroking and caressing her quivering cunt, sliding so easily through her wetness as he teased her clit. The combination was not one she could easily fight, nor did she try.

A moment later, her trembling exploded as she seized, body shattering from within into countless shards. Each one shot through her, bring with it pleasure and bliss, sweeping her up in a vast ocean of desire and carrying her to crash into him. Her moans rose into cries of joy and relief, all muffled by his mouth. The hand about his cock had slid to his hip to grip him tightly, clinging desperately as glory overwhelmed her.

After a few moments, she broke from their kiss to suck in a deep, shuddering breath and lay back as the dizzying sensations continued to sweep over her. Her folds were suddenly far too sensitive for anything to touch, including him, causing her thighs to clamp down about his hand in an attempt to still the movement there. Her breasts heaved as she drew in another deep breath, moaning quietly a moment later as she released it into the room. Her eyes were still tightly shut as she struggled to come to terms with the sensations rolling through her body.

"Lukas," she groaned, his names sounding sweetly upon her lips. It wasn't the goddess she called to, but to the swordsman, for she contributed the honor of that sweet orgasm to him and him alone. Rolling against him, she nuzzled at his neck, her breath hot upon his skin.

"Remove your trousers for me," she murmured to him, the words followed by a teasing kiss behind his ear.
 
As the ranger’s body was taken by Vendite he kept stroking her, since Lukas wanted Jacelyn to be filled by bliss from the crown of her head to the tips of her curling toes. But as soon as her strong thighs clamped down on his hand he stopped, knowing that the mortal woman he held had been filled to the brim with a god’s grace and passion and could take no more. It suddenly felt awkward to have his hand where it was between her legs but Lukas let it be as he held Jacelyn snugly, and let her enjoy her time joined with the good lady. And as he did his mind wandered a bit, and he thought about some of the things that had happened that day.

It had been a long time since he’d thought about theology; as he’d been raised in the monastery he’d always been much more interested in the sparring yard than the lecture hall. Yet here he was, considering the goddess of love while he held a beautiful woman in his arms and speaking to her as if he was one of the priests who’d tried to teach him about all the gods. “So be at peace now Jacelyn, and let the goddess’ spirit fill you?” He’d never spoken like that before. But it’d also been a long time since he’d composed poetry too; the last time he’d done that was for Ilse back in Rabia – and that was with some help from Mikael, at least at the start. What was happening to him? He looked down at all the sweaty, mussed hair atop Jacelyn’s head; what was she doing to him? Lukas quickly understood there was no way this could be the doing of the comely ranger alone and he looked up to glance about their room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Vendite standing there looking at them. But there was no one else there and he quickly gave up the idea when he realized that even if he did catch sight of the goddess, all he would see was her looking at him with a mysterious little smile that only Jacelyn would understand …

Lukas’ musings were interrupted by the ranger’s return to her body and the request that he remove his trousers. He immediately pulled his head back a bit to smile at the woman (his woman for the evening, thank you goddess) and happily replied “But of course, m’lady.” Then the sellsword slipped from Jacelyn’s arms and the bed, stood beside it and let the only clothing he wore fall to his ankles. As it did, three things became readily apparent to the ranger: First, that Lukas was as hirsute from the waist down as he was from the waist up; a thick mat of dark hair covered his groin and the lower part of his hard stomach, and his legs bore the same light coat of black fuzz that his forearms did. Second, that his manhood was … completely proportional to the rest of his frame. And lastly that he was very, very … pleased to be with Jacelyn that evening. His foreskin had pulled back on his cock to reveal almost the entirety of his plump, swollen head, which was clearly full of his blood; while the tip of his manhood was a reddish pink, at the base his head was almost purple where it curved back in to join his shaft.

The sellsword pulled his trousers from around his ankles, tossed them aside and then stood next to the bed calmly looking at Jacelyn in the lamplight that filled the room. He smiled at her as he spoke to her warmly. “And now m’lady, you can do two things for me. First, as lovely as your frock is, I think it needs to come off so I can see all of you.” She could see that his manhood was twitching in time with the blood that ran through his veins. “And second, up on your hands and knees on the bed lass.” His smile broadened. “Or your knees and elbows if you prefer, m’lady; it makes no never mind to me, as long as your lovely rump is where I can get to it.”

Just then the flickering light let the ranger see a drop of Lukas’ essence ooze from the tip of his shaft; it looked like the sellsword was quite eager to make his offering to the good lady, by way of her now blessed vessel …
 
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Jacelyn rose upon her knees as Lukas undressed, her gaze roving freely down the sellsword's body to take in every last detail. Her eyes lingered on that proud cock, a deep shiver rolling through her as she imagined all the wonderful things he could do with that cock. She didn't need to be told to undress. As soon as his trousers hit the floor, she was reaching for the hem of her shift to pull the garment up and over her head. She tossed it away carelessly, uncaring if it landed on the floor or another piece of furniture. There were other things demanding her attention just then.

Completely naked, he had a perfect view of her toned figure. She was lean and toned from her time spent ranging and suffering through the harsher environmental elements. Her breasts were full and pert with youth. The cleft below was covered in a thatch of curls only a shade or two darker than the hair upon her head. She had the curves of a woman, but her body was more a study in the rigors of her profession and survival.

Like his, her body was not unmarred. She'd sustained many injuries over the years as she struggled to survive within the role of a slave, and her body had paid the price on more than one occasion. She carried thin, shallow scars at her ribs, likely from blade cuts, most of which had faded with time. Five scars ran in perfect parallel upon her left thigh, their alignment so precise that it couldn't have been made with blades unless they'd been fashioned together to cut all at once. A cross-shaped scar sat at the base of her collar bone below her right shoulder where an arrow had pierced her skin. A band of runes had been tattooed about her right bicep, as well, though it was the only ink upon her body.

Rather than immediately turn about as he desired, she moved to the edge of the mattress on her knees and reached for his hand. Her bright gaze lifted to seek his, a slight crease forming between her brows. "Before I do, you should know that it is not a pleasant sight," she said quietly. She pulled her hair over one shoulder with one hand and reached for his hand with the other. Guiding it around her to her back, which he still could not see, she allowed him to explore. He could, however, feel what worried her. The soft skin of her back was permanently marred with a dozen scars that crossed one another upon that tawny expanse. Simply by touch, he'd know what had caused them and why. She'd told him that she'd paid in blood, and bleed she had.
 
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When Jacelyn removed her shift Lukas’ eyes were immediately drawn to her full, pert breasts; it had been a pleasure to caress them through her thin garment, and finally seeing them in the flesh sent a jolt of pleasure running from his manhood straight up his spine. But he frowned a little as he took in the scars marring her ribs, thigh and shoulder; one looked to be a wound received in battle, but the others made it clear she’d been sorely handled while a slave. Then the frown deepened as she took his hand and guided it to her back while speaking of it not being a pleasant sight; as he ran his fingertips over her skin he felt welt after welt scarred into her flesh, no doubt the result of having been whipped more than once. He couldn’t stop himself from turning her slender shoulders so that he could again see what he’d touched in the lamplight and he realized she’d been right; her back was far from pleasant to gaze on. It looked like there were a half dozen healed whip marks criss-crossing her soft skin, with a further six older scars discernible beneath. He couldn’t keep himself from speaking to her with a voice full of sorrow. “Oh lass, I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

He thought for a moment about saying something further, but words failed him. “I’ll get the men who did this to you” passed through his mind for a moment, but he knew how completely idiotic that was even before he’d finished the thought. “It doesn’t look that bad” came next, but he quickly discarded that as well; it looked horrible, and he wasn’t about to start lying to this woman. So instead of talking Lukas finally stepped fully behind Jacelyn, looked closely over her scars, and then gently stroked and kissed each and every one. When he’d finished pressing his lips to her body he spoke to the woman warmly, though with a note of sadness still in his voice. “I don’t know if you could feel that m’lady. And I know my magic isn’t strong enough to make them better. But maybe it helped some.” Then, after a long pause he actually grinned a little. “So if we’re all done comparing scars your ladyship, on the bed as I directed, before I wilt.” And with that the sellsword glanced down at his “sword,” which was still fully drawn (ahem) and ready to be given – not sold – to the beautiful woman now kneeling on the bed before him …
 
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Jacelyn stiffened as he turned her, head slightly bowed. With her hair swept over her shoulder, he could clearly see her past tribulations wrought in flesh. They no longer hurt, but she carried the weight of them still, and the tightness when they pulled was always a reminder of her failings. They were the source of her ugliness and why she thought herself in such a way. That he caressed them, kissed them, made her tremble deep inside. The fact that he could accept her ugliness without question proved that she wasn't making a mistake in sharing his bed.

Rather than immediately comply, she turned to face him and drew him into another kiss, hungrily invading his mouth while her fingers wrapped about his rigid cock to stroke him gently. When she broke away, her blue eyes were shining. "I'll make sure that never happens," she assured him, one corner lifting in a smile.

Finally turning on the mattress, she offered him the position (and the view) he desired, gazing back at him as she braced herself on her hands and knees. Her shapely rear curved down to the shimmer of lust that dripped from the sex nestled between her thighs, which now throbbed with need. The tight little bud above glistened, as well, where her sweet nectar had leaked through he entire cleft. Shifting a fraction, she widened her knees to better accommodate his broad body, leaving her completely exposed. She stopped breathing for a moment as she waited, eagerly anticipating the feel of his large cock pressed against her.
 
Lukas was pleased with how the ranger reacted to his honest appraisal of her scarred back. She’d seemed worried about it at first but her playful comment, passionate kiss and needy stroking of his swollen manhood told him things were going to be just fine between the two of them that evening.

As Jacelyn turned and got onto her hands and knees the sellsword took a moment to admire the woman offering herself to him. The first thing he noticed was her pretty face and those gorgeous blue eyes; she looked breathless and eager, and he was very glad she’d thought to favor him with a glance as he moved to stand behind her. Despite the scars her back also had its pleasing aspects; he could see her toned muscles moving beneath her skin, which was still tawny and soft between the ugly red welts that had been forced upon her. Her wonderfully slim waist flared into womanly hips and curved around into a rather comely rear, and he was happy to see her sex was positively dripping with readiness. And below all that her long, lean legs were spread nice and wide for him, and ended in feet that somehow looked dainty and small, despite also being strong and roughened by hard use. On a whim he reached out and lightly stroked along one of her upturned soles for a moment and wondered if she was ticklish.

An ache in the sack dangling between his legs pulled Lukas’ eyes back to Jacelyn’s sex and he stepped up behind her. Placing one hand on her hip he took his member in the other and ran the head over her womanhood until he too was nice and slick; the feel of that first light, slippery contact sent a shot of pleasure coursing through his veins. Then slowly and gently he moved his hips, so that the shaft of hard meat that jutted from his groin began pushing into her body, burrowing snugly inside her and being welcomed; this wasn’t just coupling, it felt like a union of the two of them. She was very receptive and soon enough his sword was sheathed to the hilt in a scabbard that was deliciously warm and soft, but also surrounded by the strength to milk him dry. He stopped there for a moment to enjoy the sensation, then leaned forward to once again kiss the scars on her back; as he propped himself up on one arm his other hand reached around the ranger’s torso and took a moment to gently caress her dangling, vulnerable breasts.

After a few moments Lukas straightened up and began stroking in earnest. He went slowly at first, concerned not only by his size but how her body had been sorely abused in the past. Then he recalled her comment about not needing to be gentle with her and also noticed her pushing back against him with enthusiasm, so he grabbed a handful of her flexing rump and fondled her none too gently. She seemed to like that so his thrusts became faster and longer, and soon enough he felt Mares’ spirit rising within him; Vendite’s consort was known for his love of conquest and plunder in all forms, not just on the field of battle.

Perhaps that was why the sellsword had the sudden urge to do something he’d done with Ilse; his big hands grasped Jacelyn's armpits and he leaned back, pulling her upright while he was still within her. His left arm slipped around hers and between it and her body, then across the ranger’s scarred back to grab her right bicep around the band of runes that circled it; he now had her in a firm armbar of sorts, which prevented her from using her arms for much of anything. Then his right hand reached around her body to roughly fondle her full breasts and pinch her swollen nipples, not so cruelly as to add more scars to her beautiful form, but definitely hard enough to sting and let her know he could do whatever he wished with her.

With that message delivered Lukas moved his hands and his right one settled around her throat. He could feel her pulse and excitement, and maybe a touch of fear as well; his grip wasn't tight enough to choke her, but was close. “Be still my vessel of Vendite” he growled into her ear, “you belong to me and Mares now.” Then the sellsword’s left hand released her arms and slid down over her hard belly, until the heel of that hand pressed on the curls covering her mound and his fingertips could begin lightly stroking her pearly key; it wasn't unknown for the goddess to possess a woman more than once in an evening, especially now that he knew how to call to her.

The gentle touch of the sellsword’s fingers on her swollen bud was in sharp contrast to the hard, short thrusts of his hips as he began impaling the woman he held on his cock; his strokes were delivered the same way he'd stabbed the creature on the hilltop, and he began fucking her almost savagely. As his excitement grew he took great delight in looking over her shoulder and seeing her lovely breasts freely bouncing while her strong arms flopped at her sides; she didn’t seem to know it, but Lukas definitely thought the ranger had the body of a pleasure slave. That thought made his heavy, aching balls start to tingle and he gave her neck a gentle squeeze as he kept stroking her womanhood; he was getting close to making his own, personal offering to the goddess …
 
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Jacelyn's fingers dug into the bedding as she waited for him to slide into her warmth. The first press of him against her wetness made her groan. She closed her eyes as she felt his cock slide through her folds and push past her waiting entrance to delve deeply inside. She may have been whored about when she was a slave, but such days were past, and she no longer found herself bouncing on the end of a cock several times a day. As such, she was extremely tight and it took a moment for her body to open for him, stretching to accommodate his impressive length and girth. Being filled completely was always a pleasant feeling, and she reveled in that sensation for a moment, and the weight of his body against hers when he leaned forward. Her breast hung heavily in his hand, nipple already tightened from his touch, and the added sensation sent another jolt of lust to her throbbing sex. She shivered beneath him, biting back another low moan in anticipation.

That first glorious thrust sent a wave of pleasure through her body as he drove into her sensitive channel. Though slick with desire that made his plowing easier, her velveteen walls hugged him tightly. As his thrusts increased, she shifted to pound back against him, driving her ass against his hips to push him ever deeper. She couldn't stop the moans that bubbled free in that moment, nor did she try. Too enthused by the rough handling, she took everything he had to give, for as long as he'd give it to her.

The shift in position was easily accomplished as she offered no resistance to the strong grip of his hands or the demands of his body. Even when restrained, her body dropped time and again, riding his shaft eagerly. She felt his fingers closed about her throat, unyielding like a collar, and that familiar feeling drew forth a rush of memories and similar sensations. She'd not enjoyed her time as a slave, not when she had to endure the cruelty of others, but there were a great many things she had enjoyed despite the situation. Having a man hold onto her collar while he fucked her mercilessly was one of those things.

Despite the power they held over her, some of the men had been tender afterward, even showering her with gifts and special favors. She hadn't allowed them to fuck her roughly, for she had no say in the matter, but she'd also not complained, or cried, screamed, or begged for them to stop. She'd taken everything they had to give, even the pain, and had absorbed that suffering to make herself stronger. It was something they could sense in her, for she was not so easily broken.

She did the same now for Lukas, moaning for him as he shoved his cock inside her time and again. He could feel her quickened pulse beneath his hand, but also the vibration of her needy, panted groans. Her breasts bounced along with the rest of her body, swaying at the same pace of his swinging sack. With her arms freed, she used one to grip his hip tightly, fingers digging into his flesh. The other reached behind her to grip the back of his neck, arching her body into the demanding fingers that stroked her throbbing clit. Half turning, she caught his mouth with hers and invaded it, tongue sliding inside to taste him again. Her moans rose between them, higher now as he pumped, driving her upward toward another blissful moment.
 
It finally dawned on the sellsword that Jacelyn didn’t just have the body of a pleasure slave, she had the soul of one too; even a blind man could see that from the way she molded her body to his, pulled him tight and kissed him passionately, all while he savagely thrust into her dripping cunt from behind. Ilse had been like that too, had moaned just as deeply as he took her in the same way. And so he actually forced himself to stop, and simply hold the ranger as he spoke to her for a moment.

Lukas wrapped the hand that had been between Jacelyn’s legs around her waist, hugging her tight as his other hand released her throat and curled around her ribs just beneath her breasts; she was still sitting backwards in his lap, but going nowhere and doing nothing until she’d listened to him. And his shaft was also still inside her, and remained nicely hard thanks to the fluttering muscles of her oh-so-sensitive channel; Vendite was clearly trying to entice her consort to continue with his conquest, but the sellsword was able to master Mares’ spirit, at least for a short while. He could see the ranger was confused, and spoke to her gently as he looked into her beautiful eyes.

“You like this” he began; it wasn’t a question. “Being handled roughly. Being taken. Used.” He paused before he went on. “This can be the start of something more lass. If you want it to be. Say the words, and I’ll get you a collar before we leave tomorrow. For you to wear when I want you to wear it, for as long as I want you to.” He looked at her seriously. “I don’t know if it’ll be metal or leather, but it’ll have a lock and I’ll have the key.” The hand that was wrapped around Jacelyn’s ribs moved to cup one of her full, sweat covered breasts, and his rough thumb lightly stroked around and over her swollen nipple; a small sensation of added pleasure he deigned to grant her, on top of the feel of his manhood filling her inside. Then, once he’d gotten her nub nice and plump, he pinched down on it quickly and sharply, so that she knew what to expect if she said yes; there would definitely be some pain along with the pleasure. But as he let her deal with that brief, painful sting, the sellsword’s hand began gently caressing her other full orb, as if to promise more bliss than hurtfulness.

“We’re going to go on lass, have no fear; I’m going to take care of you no matter what you say to me. But if you want me to get you a collar tomorrow, you have to say the words Jacelyn. Tell me you want to be my pleasure slave.” And as the big warrior waited for an answer, his thumb continued to lightly tease her other nipple while his shaft rested quietly within her, throbbing …
 
Jacelyn shuddered as he stopped his pounding, dangling at the edge of the precipice, waiting desperately for another release. Her eyes closed, a soft moan rising despite her best effort to halt them. She could feel him grinding against her, stimulating her rippling inner muscles and her throbbing clit. She swallowed thickly as his hands went exploring, finding her sensitive nipples. That first pinch made her jump, but it was the tighter squeeze that caused her clit to throb with greater need. She shuddered as the pain shot through her.

Lukas couldn't know just how tempting his offer was to her. After the beating she'd endured, she was glad enough to be freed, but did miss several aspects of her former life. The Norsemen not only fucked her in every way imaginable, but they also paid little regard for her pain and suffering in the process. It was that tenderness she craved, the quiet moments after the vicious sex when a man might let down his guard, in addition to the roughness of the man's acts upon her soft, nubile body.

But could she wear the man's collar? Would it interfere with their task? She'd hoped for a quick tumble to settle both their nerves. What she'd gotten was far more than she could have ever anticipated. He was offering her his protection, his devotion, and his demanding nature. Already she could tell what sort of master he might be.

"I'm still beholden to Mathis," she murmured as a warning. "I am not truly free until he releases me. However, you are correct. I do enjoy this, because I have never known anything else to quieten the turmoil inside me. I crave this... a man like you... to give this to me." No matter how she'd fought it, or tried to grow accustomed to their ways, the ferocity of the north men had always called to her. If she closed her eyes, she'd be back there, being fucked, perhaps being whipped. The latter didn't go without the former. They were eternally linked in her mind, pleasure and pain, and her twisted soul wanted them both.

Another groan left her. His arms kept her from bouncing on his cock, but she could still roll her body as he impaled her. Her hips swiveled in a circular motion as she arched, moaning as he groped her breast. Gazing back at him, she searched his handsome face for answers.

"But even with prior obligations, I would still willingly wear your collar," she replied softly.
 
Lukas didn’t have to be an Oracle to know what Jacelyn was going to say; the way she squirmed in his lap and groaned with desire told him she didn’t just want this, she needed it. But when she finally replied he just stared at her long and hard, for he abruptly realized he had no idea what he’d just asked of her, or what exactly she’d just agreed to.

He hadn’t forgotten about Mathis, but she was indentured to the man and not his slave; that could be worked out, somehow. She’d said that finding Isolde would allow her to claim her true freedom, and suddenly that became even more important to him. But it was more than that. Unless she somehow became wildly indebted to Lukas, Jacelyn would never legally be his slave. But Isolde hadn’t been either. They’d both really belonged to the Sooltan, and she’d just been “given” to him for a time as a reward; she could have been taken from him on a whim any day. But that had never happened, though she did come to worry about it, and as that ‘time’ grew longer he began to think of her as his woman; that had made it all the harder when she wouldn’t flee with him. Was that what he’d just asked of Jacelyn, after knowing her for only a day and a half? To become his woman?

Lukas pushed that crazy thought away as he grasped for some other explanation. He knew the nobility liked to play pleasure slave games amongst themselves, aping the practices of the old Imperials; the stories about that were legion, and so popular in this day that some of the commons now quietly did so as well. But he also knew in his heart that this definitely wasn’t play to him, nor to the woman he held in his arms – and that’s what caused his racing mind to finally still. In his heart he knew this was the right thing for the both of them (with his body giving that notion an enthusiastic second) and that they’d just have to figure out the details as they went along. Together.

The sellsword’s eyes snapped back to focus on her beautiful blue ones as he answered Jacelyn simply and in an even tone. “Alright then. Done.” But after that he couldn’t help but soften his voice a little as he went on. “We’ll sort out Mathis when the time comes lass, don’t fret about that;” what he meant by ‘sort out’ was ambiguous even to him. His tone grew warmer still as he leaned to the side; “But for right now …” As Lukas bent towards the floor to snatch up his breeches, he kept Jacelyn firmly in his lap (and impaled on his shaft) with his other strong arm. Once he’d sat back upright he pulled the drawstring from his garment, then tossed it away; after that it was easy enough to wrap the cord about the ranger’s neck twice, snugly so she could feel it. Then he tied off the drawstring so it wouldn’t choke her and gave the dangling cords a quick tug; besides making sure his knot would hold, he thought she might like the feel of the string briefly biting into the back of her neck. “… this’ll have to do.”

After Lukas let the cords drop between Jacelyn’s full breasts he leaned back and slid one of his hands between her legs while the other settled gently onto her hip. And as his fingertips once again began lightly stroking her pearly key just the way she liked, he tried to give her a stern command. “Now dance for me slave. I want to see your beautiful tits bouncing.” A moment later the hand on her hip cracked down onto the side of her shapely rear, though the blow seemed more playful than hurtful; perhaps that was because of the awkward angle, but there was no way he could disguise the warmth seeping into his voice or the smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Now lass” he added, “before I burst. You’ve made your promise to the goddess as well as me, and she needs to be here to bless this union. Dance for her too Jace, and welcome her back into your body …” The sellsword’s free hand settled back lightly onto the ranger's hip, not to restrain her but so that he could have some hope of keeping his fingertips in contact with her slickness when she started to ‘dance’ for him …
 
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The drawstring felt foreign about her neck, too slender and light to be a real collar, though she knew the gesture was merely symbolic. She glanced down at the ends as they fell between her breasts, unable to keep the slight smile from her lips. She wouldn't have minded her time as a slave if only her masters had been fair and considerate. Their cruelty was what prompted her to flee, and also what kept her from making another attempt for a long while. She didn't expect cruelty from Lukas. He might be demanding and rough with her, but she couldn't imagine him beating her until her back was in bloody ribbons, and she'd passed out from the pain. If that ever came to pass, she would leave him to fend for himself and venture on alone. She wouldn't tolerate cruelty. Not again.

His urging didn't leave room for hesitation. The slight smack at her hip spurred her into action, and she was soon bouncing on his cock. She groaned again at the feel of him driving deeply inside her, stuffing her completely. It wasn't fancy or sweet or love making. It was hot, heavy, and pure fucking. She shoved back against him time and again, panting as sweat began to bead upon her skin from the exertion. Reaching behind her once more, her fingers dug into his thighs to hold him tightly. Each downward plunge brought into contact with his teasing hand, clit throbbing again beneath his fingers. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the task, her cries rising along with the building pressure in her body, pushing her closer to another orgasm. And as she bounced, so did her breasts and the cording trapped between them, rocked wildly by the slamming of their bodies.
 
Lukas could tell she was getting close once more. And so, despite all the pleasure he was taking in seeing those beautiful breasts bouncing freely, he knew it was best time to once again take Jacelyn firmly by the reins.

The big sellsword leaned forward abruptly, shifting the hand that’d been between the ranger’s legs to one of her shoulders. “Down lass, down” he directed calmly. “Face and shoulders on the mattress, your backside in the air.” He used his strength and his hands to move her into the position he wanted and slipped out of her as he did. Then he held her in place with one hand in the small of the back and the other on her hip, and his member twitched as he reveled in seeing this woman so vulnerable and helpless before him. Lukas’ voice stayed calm as he resumed speaking.

“You did well dancing for me slave. So now I feel I should offer you my applause.” The hand that had been on Jacelyn’s hip abruptly cracked down onto her rear, sharply enough to send a ripple through her firm flesh. And then his applause continued, shifting back and forth and continuing for some time …

Eventually Lukas stopped to admire his handiwork; the shapely curve of her rear now looked like it was blushing and his cock was throbbing harder than ever. Pleased, his hand shifted to her sex and two of his fingertips began lightly stroking around the swollen nub at the top of her slit. But his eyes were inevitably drawn back to her reddened cheeks, and he caught a glimpse of the dusky bud hiding within them; on a whim he got his thumb nice and slick, pushed it between those cheeks and began toying with her there as well.

“I know you want me back inside you Jacelyn. But before I favor you with that, you’re going to have to ask for it. Politely.” Lukas chuckled at the idea, since it seemed to him she was now crazed with desire; he wondered if she could form a coherent thought, much less voice a plea for what she wanted. Then he took some pity on the woman. “Oh, and you’re also going to have to let Vendite embrace you again too lass. Let her fill you with bliss. So that she can bless our union, and bear witness to your promise to me, and receive my offering.”

The sellsword’s voice grew still but his fingers kept gently stroking and teasing the ranger’s body, which was now his to do with as he pleased …
 
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Jacelyn groaned with disappointment as he pulled his large tool from her aching cunt. The break in momentum denied her a quick orgasm, but her lust for him didn't fade. Though confused at first as he pressed her to the bed, she realized what he was going to do to her the moment he raised his hand. Cheek pressed against the mattress, she closed her eyes so that she could not anticipate the blows. It was far more satisfying to hover in the space between the painful slaps, stomach clenched in sweet agony as she waited for the next strike to fall. That he varied his target was a small blessing, but her shapely rear was still left reddened and stinging. It was a twisted way to thank her for fucking him as he'd commanded, but Jacelyn felt somewhat comforted by the familiar sensation. There was absolutely no way that the strikes could be as painful as the whipping she'd endured twice over, but her fingers had still curled into the bedding nonetheless as her quivering body suffered the deed.

Swallowing the soft moans that had been ripped from her during the spanking, the ranger opened her bright eyes to glance back at the sellsword. A tiny shiver trickled through her as his punishing hands now began to soothe. That swollen nub of sensitive flesh was throbbing painfully, and had been the entire time he'd praised her with his hands. She was all the wetter, as well, her body responding with a lustful eagerness. It had been a long while since any man had collared and taken her as they desired. While she was of mixed feelings at being called 'slave' once more, she had to admit that her body responded beautifully to the abuse. She was twisted inside, she knew, but it had not been of her own doing, and was not something for which she should be ashamed. At least, that was her logic.

As Lukas' teasing touch at her clit and that finger probing her rear, the ranger couldn't swallow the moan that rose in her throat. Her hips rose slightly, rubbing herself against the finger that explored her wetness. Full lips parted to pant softly, she opened her eyes to gaze back at him through a haze of lust.

"May I please have your cock back inside my trembling pussy?" she asked in a quiet voice full of need.
 
A feeling of real contentment washed through Lukas’ body, filling his heart with joy and satisfaction. Jacelyn hadn’t broken, but that was never what he wanted. She’d surrendered to him, at least for a time; her mind as well as her body, and her warm, scarred soul too. She was all his, and that pleased him in a way no simple, carnal act ever could. But he was still a man, and now she was his woman, and he felt compelled to care for her as she’d asked, in his own way.

“Of course lass. Since you asked so politely” he replied with a grin. The big warrior knelt behind the ranger and rubbed the head of his shaft over her open lips; he took rather longer than necessary to once again get himself slick and continued to grin as he thought of what the short delay must be doing to poor Jacelyn. But that made him take a little pity on her too. “Remember, I expect something else of you as well slave. And since my hands will be busy, I want you to take care of that yourself. If you can reach, that is.” Then without further ado he lined himself up and plunged back into her to the hilt, in one long, hard stroke; he’d certainly stayed hard enough for that and it didn’t surprise him she was as open and receptive as a woman could be. And that first stroke set the tone for what came after; a person looking on might have said the sellsword wasn’t so much fucking his new pleasure slave, as he was trying to force her head and shoulders through the mattress and bedframe into the floor.

As he let Mares spirit fill him, any thought of Jacelyn’s pleasure or comfort evaporated from Lukas’ mind; he rationalized it away by telling himself the gods had created women for precisely what was happening between them now, and that the ranger was one of the strongest women he’d ever met. But in truth it was the painful aching in his balls and the overwhelming need for relief that drove him to move as madly as she had when she was ‘dancing’ for him. He didn’t just pound into her, he pounded her; the sound of his hips slapping into the bottom of her pink cheeks and his groin hammering into her cunt was loud enough to be heard over the noise of the bed creaking and banging into the wall. His breathing became heavy and he started grunting as he tried to seemingly force himself into her womb and stomach, and then pierce her heart with his shaft. “Take it! Take it! Take it!!!” It wasn’t clear, even to him, who was talking just then; was it Lukas speaking to Jacelyn, or Mares addressing his consort Vendite? Maybe it was both. It wasn’t rape, but it was very close; there was no way he would have, could have stopped or slowed, even if Jacelyn had started yelling “Please, stop!” at the top of her lungs.

After two weeks without a woman, and years since one like Jacelyn, it didn’t take long. She soon felt his big hands clamp down onto her full hips like a pair of vises, holding her in place as his aching sack finally, finally tightened up and began shooting rope after rope of his warm seed through his cock and into her ‘trembling pussy.’ Lukas started groaning as his muscles locked up and he went blind; the only thing he could think of was grinding his hips against her, to make sure every last drop of his essence, his offering to Vendite, went into Jacelyn as deeply as he could force it. As he was drained he felt Mares’ spirit leaving his body to possess his consort’s vessel, taking everything that went with the god of war along with it; all the pains and fears, the cares and woes. As his mind cleared just a little, he could feel some of Vendite’s spirit seeping into him from Jacelyn; a feeling of peace and bliss that he hadn’t felt since Izantium; in that moment he dearly hoped she’d been able to achieve the same state of grace for herself. Then he felt his muscles grow hopelessly weak and he had to rest his sweating forehead on the ranger’s poor, scarred back as he gasped for breath …
 
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It was a pounding she desperately craved and one she'd gone so long without. It was another brand of torture, rough and vicious, though with a much sweeter ending that most she'd endured. With Lukas seeking to drive her through the mattress, fucking away at her sloppy cunt with a blind lust that she'd only ever seen in a few men, Jacelyn didn't so much participate in the act as survive it.

His frantic pace made it impossible for her to press back against him, but she was able to do as he bid and slide one hand between her legs to tease her own clit. While he pounded away, she teased herself mercilessly with her fingers, stroking that sensitive little bud to push herself closer to another delightful orgasm. Her cries of pleasure rose along with his barked demands and the noisy bed, certainly loud enough to be heard throughout the adjoining rooms if any within them were attempting to sleep. She was well beyond caring at that point as the world narrowed to the cock plunging into her cunt and the throbbing pulse in her aching clit.

She took all he could give her, strong enough to withstand the impact, and she certainly didn't ask him to stop. The feel of his large shaft dragging against her neglected interior was heavenly. That feeling transported her back to easier times when her life consisted of menial chores and the task of warming the sleeping furs of whatever man wanted her. There had been pain from time to time, though it was minor at first, and she'd been convinced that she deserved every small abuse. Even now, as Lukas fucked her viciously, she could convince herself that she deserved the harsh treatment, that whatever pain came was deserved, and that she'd be stronger for suffering through it. And oh, how lovely that suffering could be.

As she felt him tense and release, Jacelyn's fingers stroked herself frantically until she once again found herself approaching the edge. Lukas' thick cock striking the back of her channel sent her spilling over and into the torrent of pleasure that awaited. Her own orgasm was quieter, less explosive, but no less blissful than his. Her body seized, tightened, and stars burst free behind her closed eyelids. She moaned low in her throat as the sensation expanded from the quivering cunt that had clamped down so completely on his cock, wickedly milking him of all his precious seed to carry it away to her womb. Panting, sweat flecked skin glistening in the lamplight, Jacelyn drifted along in the sweet afterglow.

Lukas may not have been a northern barbarian, but he certainly fucked like one. Even as her body cooled, she found herself looking forward to their next encounter, for if this was simply a taste of what was to come, she knew that the bond between them would only grow deeper and stronger.
 
The sellsword’s vision eventually returned and his breathing became more normal after a time. He was finally able to push himself up and off the ranger beneath him, and first made for the room’s chamber pot; his bladder was fit to burst by that point. After he’d cleaned himself up Lukas next retrieved some of the supplies still on the room’s small table and went back to the bedside; he used a clean cloth to wipe up some of his seed, which by then was oozing from Jacelyn’s sex. That done he set the cloth aside, picked up what was left of their medicinal spirits and poured some into his palm; then, as lightly as he could, he rubbed it over and into the skin of the ranger’s roughly handled rear. He could see that most of it was now a rosy pink but also that the lower parts of her curved backside, where his hips had been crashing into her, were blushing more furiously than ever. He hoped the spirits would cool and soothe her, and keep her from bruising up overnight; that would make her next day in the saddle truly unpleasant.

Once he was done with the spirits Lukas rolled Jacelyn onto her side so that she was facing the center of the bed; he couldn’t imagine her sleeping comfortably curled up into a ball on her knees. Then he took up the cloth he’d used to clean her, folded it into a long length and gently tucked it up between her thighs. He told himself that was to keep any more of his offering to Vendite leaking from the goddess’ vessel, but also had to smile for thinking that crock of crap; he really just disliked sleeping in a soiled bed. It reminded him too much of trying to sleep in mud mixed with piss and blood, while rain dripped down into his face. That sorted out he pulled the blanket up over Jacelyn’s legs to the top of her thighs, but left the rest of her uncovered; that truly was so that the cool night breeze could also help cool her, but the smile stayed on his face as he again admired her very womanly rump.

After making sure the door was latched and the chamber pot was where Jacelyn could find it without kicking it over, Lukas picked up his long knife and doused the lamp. Out of habit he tucked his blade’s scabbard between the mattress and bedframe on his side, where he could quickly find it in the dark, then climbed into bed with the ranger. He snaked one arm under her head and hair while the other wrapped around her side, and he scooted forward so that his chest was pressed up against hers and his arms covered her back; later on she could pull the covers all the way up if she wished, but for now he tried to keep her warm with his body. The room and the inn now seemed very quiet to him, so he whispered to her in the darkness.

“We’re all done for now lass, it’s time to rest. You did well. Very well indeed. Now get some rest Jace.” He kissed her once, on the crown of her head and then was out like a light himself; he slept like a babe and for the first time in ages dreamed peacefully …

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He and Mikael were sitting on a terrace drinking araq and picking at a fat bluefish, prepared just the way he liked it; seasoned with a little olive oil and salt, and grilled over an open flame. The sun was setting behind them and as they drank, its rays flickered over the waters of the Golden Horn before them; this late in the day the busy waterway was growing still. The smaller man was not just a sword dancer, but his orta’s mystic and early this evening he was speaking as one.

“You are right to think the gods hold sway over men effendi. That they can possess us if they wish … and are allowed. But there is more to it than that; man is not powerless.” Mikael’s brown eyes sparkled with amusement as he sipped at his drink and glanced over the glittering water.

“When we are born, we are all tossed into the great current of the universe, which ends in the place you know as the domain of Hados. And no matter how hard you swim, there is no going against that current; it is far too strong, a part of the very fabric of creation. And for their own amusement the gods of course sometimes make waves, or cause storms, or send creatures with many sharp teeth to find you …” Mikael shrugged, but Lukas couldn’t tell if that was to apologize for telling him something he already knew, or for the behavior of the gods.

“But every man still has a choice. To just float along with the current. Swallow the waters and drown. Strike out for the shores to see what lies there. Or to swim ahead of it all, and be the first to find some island that will grant great fame, or wealth beyond measure.” Mikael had a bit of fish and chewed as he grinned. “Or perhaps find the love of your life. Some men even take a deep breath and dive beneath the waves, to see for themselves what lurks down in the darkness.” Mikeal shrugged again, in a way Lukas could make no sense of. “That choice is up to you, not the gods …” Then Mikael laughed, in that way he had; a sound that was half joy and half sorrow; Lukas could never quite understand what that laugh signified …

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In the morning, as he returned to the land of the living, Lukas remembered his dream, and also that some said dreams were the gods way of speaking to men. That had been the day when he decided to flee Izantium. The day that was the beginning of the end for him and Ilse. Had the gods sent him that dream because they wanted him to remember the woman? Or was he finally saying goodbye to her? Unfortunately Mikael wasn’t there for him to ask …
 
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Jacelyn stretched languidly on the bed while Lukas saw to his business, rising when he was finished to see to her own. Girls needed to piss, too, and if he was uncomfortable with that, he'd just have to get used to the idea. She took her time, taking a swig from the bottle after Lukas had so carefully rubbed some of it on her reddened ass. She wasn't sure what it would do to help, but it didn't sting, so she didn't complain. After cleaning up with the cloth he so considerately provided, she curled up next to him in the small bed with the covers halfway up. It felt good to snuggle in the arms of a strong man again. Her head rested on his shoulder as she held him close, bare skin against his, fingers lightly trailing down his side as she drifted in that lovely space between orgasmic bliss and sleep. Her body was fully relaxed and limp, completely sated, and wonderfully warm. As he drifted off, she did as well, though her dreams were elusive and fleeting.

The ranger awoke sometime before dawn, roused by her own internal clock. Opening her eyes wearily, it took her a moment to remember where she was and how she'd come to be in Lukas' bed. Most of his features lay in shadow, but she could pick out the strong brow and proud nose and the rounded lines of his beard. Listening to him breathe told her that he was resting deeply, which made her smile. He'd worn them both out, and she felt more rested than she had been in a long while. Not wanting to disturb him, she settled against the pillow once again and drew the blanket over them both against the chill of morning, pressing closely against him before closing her eyes. She'd drifted back to sleep a few moments later, safe enough in the man's arms to relax.

The sun rose, and Jacelyn felt the swordsman stir beside her. She yawned and stretched, naked body arching beneath the quilt before compressing with a groan. Nuzzling his chest, she opened her eyes and gazed lazily at the room, eyes still half closed with sleep. A slight shift pushed her back a bit further so she could gaze at his face. Her fingers rose to glide through his beard, caressing softly.

"Good morning," she said quietly, eyes dancing with amusement. "Did you sleep well?"
 
Lukas blinked his eyes open when Jacelyn spoke to him; he’d still been trying to divine the meaning of his dream. It seemed to him that he’d washed up in Izantium for a time, but then decided to swim away from that island; Ilse had chosen to remain behind, to continue floating within her own life’s currents. He had found the love of his life, but then lost her. And what had Mikael meant by swimming beneath the waters, where it was darker? He tried to remember more of what he’d dreamt, but it was fading and hard to think with someone speaking to him; she obviously wanted to talk, that much he could tell. But what else did he really know about this woman? Was that what Mikael had meant about looking into darker places? Would she stay with him, or leave whenever it suited her? She wasn’t really his slave.

The sellsword’s eyes were inevitably drawn to the ranger’s bright blue ones; she seemed happy enough this morning, and content. He supposed talking with her a bit couldn’t hurt, since they hadn’t afterwards the night before. Or at least he thought they hadn’t; his mind had been foggy after his release, and he’d been moving about more on instinct than anything else. Maybe she did try to talk to him last night; all he could really remember was using the chamber pot. Had she done that too? His hand reached behind him and down, and brushed against his long knife wedged in underneath the mattress; at least he’d remembered to put that there as well.

“Good morning” he answered politely enough. His lips and mouth felt as gummy as his eyes did and his elbow felt sore too, but he couldn’t deny the appeal of having a comely wench lying with him first thing in the morning. He swallowed thickly, trying to work up some saliva before he went on. “I slept well enough lass, how about yourself?” They had a lot to attend to that morning before setting off once again, but if Jacelyn wanted to talk Lukas had no issue with that; he thought it was the least he could do, considering …
 
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"Contentedly," she murmured softly.

As was her way, she'd moved very little during the night, remaining curled up into a ball at the edge of the bed next to the wall, giving him the majority of the space for his larger frame. Still completely naked, she shifted a fraction to press her toned body against his, one hand tangling in the hair upon his chest, allowing herself a moment to enjoy the comfort of having a man in bed with her once again.

It would have been all too easy to laze the day away with Lukas and explore one another in bed. She certainly wished to, but obligations to Mathis came first. So she allowed herself a few moments to drift before stirring completely. Rolling to her back, she stretched again and then sat up on the mattress. The blanket pooled about her waist, leaving her breasts bare, the cool morning air causing her nipples to harden. She still wore the drawstring he'd looped about her neck as a makeshift collar, though it hung off kilter, caught on one of her generous mounds.

"I've a thought to visit the bathhouse before breakfast," she explained, the sentence punctuated with a deep yawn. "Are you interested in joining me?"
 
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