The Lotus Ascension (16 page)

The part of
Soren that was the attentive lover wished he had asked Nathen what kind of
lover Merieke was, what she liked and disliked, and what she liked even if she
did not know she liked it or just would not admit it to herself. But the other
side of Soren, that adventurous side that liked a bit of a surprise, was glad
to be sailing into uncharted waters. The sea had never looked more inviting.

Soren sensed
that Merieke, in her excitement, wanted to lead, and he obliged her. He knew
that some people dealt with their nervousness by overcompensating in matters of
control. Soren could wait to assert himself; besides, he was happy to see what
Merieke would do.

Merieke laid
Soren down on a pile of soft pillows and leaned over him, arching her fingers
in order to press her nails into his chest. Her hands played with Soren's body,
traveling over his shoulders, and down his muscular arms. She traced the wide
wings of the proud falcon tattooed beautifully across his chest. She leaned in
closer to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, and as she tousled his
locks, she kissed his throat. Soren moaned and relaxed into the pillows.
Merieke only used her left hand. Her right hand still held her secret.

The passion of
Merieke's kisses increased, and she, too, moaned as she rubbed her tits against
Soren's skin. Soren kneaded her breasts, ending each long caress in a pinch of
her nipples. He breathed deep of the spices in the fibers of her wig, and his
cock surged to life. In moments it was achingly hard. Merieke trailed her
kisses across his collarbone and down his chest. She stopped at his nipple for
a nibble, and Soren thrust his cock up into her stomach. The hard shaft slapped
against her skin, and she looked up into his eyes and smiled.

Her kisses
continued down to his navel, and there she paused to lick. With her left hand,
she reached down and grasped Soren's cock, working it in preparation for her
tongue. She jacked him off against her throat, moving the head of his cock down
her jawline and across her chin. Merieke's tongue flicked out, almost touching
it but not quite. Soren smiled at her game. Soon it would be his turn.

Without
warning, Merieke devoured Soren's cock, the pleasure of which caused him to
suck in his breath and hold it. Her lips held his hard shaft against her
ever-moving tongue. Her head bobbed up and down, and Soren groaned in pleasure
to see his cock disappearing into the mouth he had wanted to fuck for so long.
Merieke looked up into his eyes while she sucked. She knew exactly what to do.

But then
something happened that surprised and impressed Soren, a man impressed by
nothing where sex was concerned. Soren was so far more advanced than any of his
lovers that no one had ever been able to catch him unawares in the bedroom.

Merieke did. As
she sucked, she dropped both her hands below Soren's legs so that her hands
were out of sight. Soren knew she was up to something, but he could not guess
what. Then he felt something cool against his asshole, and he looked down in
surprise. Merieke managed to smile while still keeping his cock in her mouth.

Soren was open
to anything, so he trusted Merieke to please him. So far she was doing an
excellent job. He relaxed his asshole and let Merieke slip inside whatever she
wanted to put there. Whatever it was, it was not very big. Not as big as a
cock. And then a most pleasing vibrating sensation filled his back passage.

One of Konas's
vibrating eggs. And that explained the ribbon. She must have tied it around the
center division where it was wound up to be able to pull it out of his ass when
the vibration stopped. In some ways, the vibrating egg was like anal sex in
that it put significant pressure on his cock, reminding him how intimately
connected a man's penis and back passage really are. But it was somehow
different. The pressure was more ticklish, though it still felt as good. In fact,
the pleasure point of a man's ass was right near the hole, so, if anything, the
egg worked better than a cock, for it vibrated right against the spot.

Soren breathed
quickly, grabbed Merieke by the hair, and forced her face down onto his cock.
He held her there while she could not breathe for many moments gagging her
before allowing her to come up for breath. Her eyes shone with tears of
satisfaction.

“
Do you like it?”

Soren nodded
quickly.
“A nice touch.
Never had my dick sucked like
this before.”

Merieke smiled
and opened her mouth to receive him again. He thrust gently forward, putting
himself back into her mouth. She sucked him like this until the vibrations
nearly forced cum to erupt from his cock. But the egg had run its course and
would have to be wound up again. Merieke moved as if to do that, but Soren
reached down and pulled out the egg. In one swift motion, he stood, and though
Merieke was on top of him, he stood with her, and the display of his easy,
dominating strength caused her to squeal.

“
That was incredible, Merieke.” Soren twirled her around and set her
down on the pillows. “And you gave Sillara her first orgasm. Now it's time that
you feel the gratitude of the Itenu children.”

Merieke stroked
Soren's cock. “We are all Lotus children. We are the sex gods of Gilalion.”

Soren produced
the blindfold, and Merieke's eyebrows shot up. “Oh, it's not what you think. In
fact, I want you to watch everything I do to you.” He felt the slightest
shudder travel through her, but when he acted, he found she was quite
unprepared for it.

Soren used the
thick strip of silk to gag Merieke, tying it under her hair behind her neck.
Her wide eyes asked the question her mouth could not form.

“
You're at my mercy,” Soren whispered in her ear. “I'll do with you
what I like, you'll have to watch me pillage your pussy, and no one will
understand you if you call for help.”

Merieke moaned
into her gag, and her desire melted her from her eyes to her hips. She tried to
scramble away—like a good girl who knows how to play the game—but Soren
cornered her and held her on the pillows with nothing but his body weight.
Merieke clutched at the pillows and waited for Soren to do his worst.

The half-Ausir
sailor brought his shapely, muscular legs up near her waist and planted his
feet on either side of her. Then he pulled her legs up so that her knees
touched her nipples. With her bare pussy fully exposed, wet, and vulnerable,
Soren held both her ankles together in just one hand while he dipped into her
with his mouth. He placed his lips against the top of her pussy and tongued her
clit. He did this for as long as it took her to start fucking his face. Then he
dropped down and ran his tongue from her ass up her pussy lips, drinking every
last drop she offered him. He ate her until she came multiple times. Though she
weakly struggled, he would not release her ankles. Tears welled in the corners
of her eyes and fell back into her wig.

“
But we're not even there yet,” Soren said with a mischievous smile.

Merieke mumbled
something into her gag and shook her head.

“
But you asked for it. You should've known what you were getting
into.”

Merieke whined.

Soren
readjusted his position so that he could crouch down and put the head of his
cock against her cunt while keeping his feet planted on the ground. With a
swift, dominating move, he buried his cock in her, and as it slid home, he
reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, snapping her head forward so that
she could watch his long, beautiful cock disappear inside her.

Merieke's legs
shuddered and slammed back against his thighs. And then Soren settled in. He
slipped his arms around the under side of her legs so that her knees were not
only together but trapped by his shoulders. He pulled out, only to slam back
in. He dropped his ass still farther down, working on finding that right angle
where the head of his penis would hit her pleasure spot every time. Every woman
had one, and it did not take him long to find it. Not only was he a skilled
lover, but Merieke moved in such a way as to facilitate his discovery. Like
him, she clearly had no desire for delay.

And then the
pillaging began. Soren fucked her like a man gone
mad,
and so strong were his thrusts that he had to hold her body in place by
clasping his hand behind her shoulders. He fucked her until his heart nearly
burst with exertion, and only when he paused to catch his breath did he allow
Merieke to move on her own, to gyrate on his cock and work it the way she
wanted.

After a little
rest—though he did not remove his cock—Soren started again, what he called
pillaging. “Give me my booty. I demand tribute in cum.”

Merieke
squeezed her eyes shut and cried, but Soren had no mercy on her pussy. He
slapped her breasts, stinging her nipples with his fingers, and he choked her.
When she did not come fast enough, or when she did not come to his
satisfaction—if he thought she was holding some back for herself—he would slap
her across the face. Not too hard, but just enough for the sting of slight pain
to travel through her body the same way pleasure did. Some people liked it that
way, and Soren knew Merieke was one of those women. He suspected her
proclivities merely based on her social station. As the only daughter of a
beloved war hero and a high noble of Arinport, Merieke intimidated most men.
Women in her position liked a man who could control them and force cum from
their pussies.

Merieke
exploded onto him, wetting his upper thighs with her pleasure. Soren briefly
considered fetching a pleasure slave to fill her other hole, but she was having
a good enough time already. The scent of her desire aroused Soren further, and
he pillaged all he could from her.

When she no
longer responded to his demands, he knew she had had enough. Soren redoubled
his efforts and fucked her pussy until he felt his own climax come. He dropped
down near her then, clutched her to his chest with both arms, and filled her
with his seed. His orgasm revived her, and Merieke, with her legs now free,
spasmed against him and came one last time.

All that was
left of them was a mass of sweat, moans, and labored breathing.

Chapter Ten

Konas stood
behind Sillara and pointed to the horizon. Over her shoulder he gestured and
said, “How far the dunes reach, like a sea!”

“
I wonder what lies to the west.”

Konas sawed at
the rope behind him. Sillara's wondering eyes were on the wide world below, so
he was confident she did not notice. He kept picking at the rope with a jagged
knife. It could not be a clean cut—it needed to look worn.
Broken.

“
The Ausir race was born in the uttermost west,” Konas said, “as you
know, but our ancestors spread east to make their home in the Silbrios.”

Sillara smiled
and rubbed her bare arms. “So there is more beyond the desert than the sea.”
She turned back to glance at Konas, and his gaze fell on her Itenu tattoo. There
was something about that falcon he hated, as if it would somehow snatch her
heart away from him.

“
Yes, the ancient home of the Ausir, a forest
so
thick and untamed as to make the Silbrios look like a well-tended garden.”
Konas reached up with his free hand and rubbed her cold skin. It was strange to
feel so cold when the sun burned the waterless earth below. He sawed at the
pace of his rubbing, and Sillara was none the wiser. Soon the rope would break,
and they would plummet.

Konas had to be
ready. It was a terrible risk, but he could not let Soren get his hands on her.
He had to save them from themselves. He trusted Sillara and her proper Ausir
education, but Soren she adored above all others, and if he tempted her with
his illicit love, she would capitulate.

Back and forth
he cut, and then without warning, the rope gave and lashed his arm.

“
Watch yourself!” Konas grabbed the snapping rope and heaved it
toward him, leaning back with all his weight. The balloon lurched and spun.

Sillara ducked.

“
Keep your head down.” Konas wrestled against the wind. “Another rope
could snap any moment.” But all the other ropes were secure and were in no
danger of breaking.

Konas controlled
the descent of the balloon to make sure the fall did not kill them both. At
times, he had to let go of the ropes just enough to make their fall from the
sky frightening, but not enough to actually make it dangerous. Sillara had
never flown before, so to her untrained eye, what Konas did went unnoticed.
Whenever Sillara glanced up, Konas would thrust her head back down for her own
safety.

Even as they
fell from the sky and Konas knew his plan was working perfectly, still he
feared for Sillara. What if this scheme failed? What if he could not ultimately
control the descent and they crashed? He struggled with his own fear as much as
with the gusts that drove him far off course. Konas had hoped to land somewhere
near the River, but the balloon was too much to handle. He had overestimated
his own ability to steer it once he cut one of the vital ropes holding the
whole thing together. Instead they were driven west, farther than any Sunjaa
had ever ventured. Konas leapt up to hang on the rope, pulling it down with all
his weight. This caused the balloon to take a sharp drop, which in turn decreased
their velocity. Once the balloon slowed, Konas mastered the steering of it,
though he could not simply put it down like a feather. He had to make Sillara
think they had crashed. So he eased up right at the end, and the basket smashed
into the side of a high dune. A moment before the crash, Konas fell to his
knees and hugged Sillara against him, using his body as a shell over hers.