Traveller's Refuge (22 page)

When they reached the circle, Llyon waited as they undressed. Tyger spread out the new bonding and pledging blankets he had barely finished in time and Llyon and Tyger lifted Trav up on the stone, then helped Wrenna climb up. When they were both settled, he said, “Tyger and I will prepare the cave after your pledging rite. Then we’ll be back when we have everything ready.”

Merlyn and Llyon had been quite specific with their instructions and suggestions, so Traveller was ready. He sat cross-legged on the blanket, waiting for Wrenna. Moving very carefully, she slid into his lap, arranged his erection between them and then wrapped her arms around him. “Hmmm. I like this,” she said with a smile. “Now wrap your arms around me and hold me close.”

“I can do this,” he assured her. “All day long.”

“You won’t have to. Now close your eyes and just feel how we touch. How we fit together. How our hearts beat at the same time.”

He sighed very quietly. “I love you, Wrenna.”

“I love you, Traveller. I want to share all of this with you. Imagine that your mind is a lovely jeweled box. Do you see it? Now open it so that we can share its treasure.” Suddenly he felt the warm tide of love and need.
Ah
,
Trav
…
see how beautiful our treasure is
.
See how we need each other
.

Wrenna
!
He clasped her tightly and felt tears running down his cheeks.

She led him through the vows and then gently kissed him. They were locked in the deep silent communion of
rapport
when they heard Llyon softly ask, “Ready?”

Trav opened his eyes and looked around until he found Llyon in the entryway. “Ready,” he affirmed calmly. “May we begin?”

“Yes. Tyger has agreed to stand as Wrenna’s representative. I will serve as her healer. All the required elements are present. We will wait near the pool. Call when you are ready to move.”

Trav took up the
slith
that Tyger lent them and slid it from its sheath. Wrenna moved so that she was on her knees straddling Trav’s lap. First he carefully nudged his cock into place, rocking until it was lodged partially inside her slippery pussy. Then he slashed their palms, clasped them together and shouted out the words he’d practiced over and over in his mind. “By the mingling of our blood and this sacrifice, I take this woman for my bond mate until death.”

Wrenna plunged down, impaling herself on his cock as she bit down hard on his shoulder. She withdrew her fangs and suckled at the pinpoints of blood before licking him clean. Deep in her tight pussy, her
schela
gripped his hard cock, squeezing so hard he was sure it would be bruised afterward. They sat motionless, their clasped hands between their bodies, amazed at the feelings cascading through them.

“Okay?” Trav whispered.

“Uh-hmm.” Her head rested on his shoulders as they curled together, their free arms wrapped tightly around each other.

“God, I love you so much.”

“Trav? I love you.”

“But? I think I hear a ‘but’ in your voice.”

“I need you to move your cock. Can you push it deeper? I need more,” she muttered in a somewhat embarrassed tone.

“Wrenna? Sweetheart? Never be ashamed to ask for what you need,” he said as he thrust as deep as he could go. She cried out and shuddered around him, squeezing and releasing in tight rhythmic contractions. Then he felt the tickling milking nibbles of the
mhital
on the very tip of his cock and the hot, jetting streams of his climax overwhelmed him.

When the bonding rite was completed, a gentle breeze whirled through circle, embracing them with warm scents of roses and lilacs. Tiny lightning flickers ran from stone to stone, then across the altar stone and up their clasped hands, as though the valley knew that they were fragile. When they opened their hands, they had fresh pink scars in place of the slashes.

“Llyon?” Traveller called out.

Llyon poked his head around the sentinel stones and witnessed the healed scars. He nodded once. “It is well done. May you have many years and many children. Go in peace.”

Tyger and Llyon walked carefully into the circle, uncertain that they would be allowed but it seemed that the valley was in a gentle mood. They helped Trav and Wrenna down from the stone, made sure that they were well on their way to the cave and left them to complete their bonding.

The walk to the cave seemed endless though it was only a few feet. Without the mental shields they had voluntarily banished, they had no defense against the tidal wave of joint clamoring demands of their bodies. Finally, the waterfall loomed up as dark clouds gathered overhead. It seemed that the valley wouldn’t completely escape a storm. Wrenna took his hand and led him behind the waterfall into the warm cave.

Llyon had lit two of the scented candles reserved for very special occasions. In their soft light, they could see the lovely setting that Llyon and Tyger had prepared for them. Wrenna led him over to their luxurious bed and helped him sit down. When he was settled, she joined him, smiling shakily. “Trav, I don’t think I can wait anymore. I need you again.”

“Nor can I,” he assured her in that dark gravelly tone he used when he was holding on to his control with both hands.

“Lean back against the pillows,” she whispered. She straddled his legs, grasped his erection and said huskily, “I need you to help me, please. I’m sorry but I have to have you inside me now!” Her plea shattered the last shreds of his rapidly fragmenting control. He grasped her hips, balancing her until his aching erection was seated just inside her silky pussy, wet with their mingled juices. Then with one slow glide, she seemed to melt down around him like lava until he was deep inside her. Both sat in momentary shock as strange, staggering sensations assaulted them again. As they sorted through the feelings that belonged to each of them individually, the overload subsided a little.

His cock twitched involuntarily. Her pussy contracted reflexively and her
schela
clenched. Abruptly, seized by the uncontrollable drive for completion, he thrust deeply while she ground her hips as though she would never get close enough. Leaning forward, he captured a nipple, suckling strongly for a moment. Then moving to capture the other one, he sucked it while brushing his tongue across the sensitive tip. Screaming, she unraveled as her first climax took her over the top. Without waiting for her to come down, he urged her again into the wild ride for completion. Over and over, he pushed her further and further, until they exploded together.

“Yes, Wren!” Trav cried out as he held her still, stunned again by the incredible sensation of spilling his seed against the mouth of her womb. “Feel us making our baby, love,” he whispered and then he was ready for her again in seconds. She contracted wildly around him and he knew he wasn’t the only one feeling the insistent drive. She was moving on him in a little rotating motion that was counterpoint to his thrusts. When her climax rolled over her, she barely hesitated before taking up the enticing rhythm again and again until she collapsed on his damp chest.

She looked around her in puzzlement. The pillows and blankets were scattered all around them. “What happened to the bedding?”

“I believe that might have been when you were in the midst of nibbling my pecker to death,” he replied evenly. “I have never in my life felt anything like it. It was like being slowly nibbled to death.”

“Was it all right?”

“Oh, yeah. It was
fine
!” he assured her. He rolled with her until he was on top and resting between her legs. She cocked one eyebrow at him in inquiry. “This,” he informed her, “is popularly known as the missionary position. I have heard that there are people who think it’s the only way. Fortunately, we know better.”

“I see. And why are we doing this? You will hurt you back,” she admonished him tenderly.

“I tell you what. If I get too tired, I’ll just lie down on top of you. In the meantime, humor me.”

“If you wish,” she said dubiously. “It doesn’t seem very comfortable.”

“Ahhh. Well, you’ll find that it will get better if you wrap your legs around my waist and tilt your very delectable backside, like so.” He rearranged her to his satisfaction and smoothly slid in his entire length. She gasped and clamped down with her inner muscles. “Ahhh. I think you have the idea, honey,” he complimented her breathlessly. “Now just move with me like this,” he directed while demonstrating. “So what do you think, huh?”

She wriggled around excitedly. “Trav? Save your breath for the missionaries.” So he happily saved his breath for quite a while.

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