Jeanne G'Fellers - No Sister of Mine by Jeanne G'Fellers Page B
Authors: Jeanne G'Fellers
Ads: Link
thousand bits of pain that washed through LaRenna’s body. Fight me or feel the heat of your too easy compliance. LaRenna’s physical being convulsed in time with the energy exchange . Despite the agony, she reached out, striking Krell on the chin. Don’t use your body to fight me, girl. I am much too big for that. Your physical size will work against you in a phase battle. Use that mind you have such confidence in. Krell sent pulse after pulse into LaRenna’s flailing being. Fight me as I know you can. FOCUS! The responding blast of energy brought tears to Krell’s eyes. Is . . . is that the best you can do? I told you to hurt me, dammit, so do it!
“That did hurt you, First Kimshee.” LaRenna’s fist ricocheted off Krell’s shoulder. “I could feel it.”
Krell phased a cutting slap to her insolent apprentice. Who’re you to decide what hurts me? I’m experienced, girl. I’ve earned my rank through survival. Your best is nothing to me. I can take ten times that on my worst day. Krell readily deflected LaRenna’s next blow then responded mentally, launching an energy pulse that should have brought the strongest apprentice to her knees.
Mother’s mercy! LaRenna did indeed crumple, but not in the way her mentor expected. She collapsed against Krell and they fell to the floor LaRenna had polished only that morning, chest-tochest, mouth-to-mouth. LaRenna looked up to find Krell studying her intensely, with a reckless possession that refused further starvation. A simple nod was exchanged then apprentice and master were reformed as lovers: tangled, panting and groping, caressing and tasting in a frenzy of denied desires. The mental experience fulfilled, the physical, which Krell took ravenously, defied description and they reveled in the insensibility of both until LaRenna’s passionate internal cries reduced to an aural murmur that parted their mouths. Only then did they indulge in the joy of slow discovery, delighting in the repetition of what felt so true. Afterward, Krell lingered with her, stroking her face, whispering lover’s fancy about her beauty until reality and guilt swept in.
“How could I be so stupid?” Krell’s face pinched with revulsion as she pushed away.
“What?” Before LaRenna could prop on one arm Krell had risen and was dressing.
“I took something from you that I can never give back.” Krell spoke over her shoulder as she tugged on her boots. “I’ve broken every barrier, crossed every line.”
“You took nothing I wasn’t willing to give.” LaRenna, shivering from the sudden removal of companion warmth, drew into the sleep corner and sat upon the bedrolls.
“You weren’t ready to lose your virginity yet, Third Kimshee, and you certainly shouldn’t have wasted such a precious commodity on the likes of me.” Krell couldn’t bear even the briefest of glances at LaRenna. She smelled like commitment. The room reeked of commitment as well—the safe, satisfying, stay-at-home, fresh-cut-flower joy of two women growing old together. It was nauseating. Krell had to leave and so left, ignoring LaRenna’s calls to return so they could discuss things. She was dirty. Krell was dirty. What they had done was insanely wrong. Yes, Kimshees had sex, but they never made love.
The Kimshee lifestyle’s lonely reality descended on LaRenna as the evening wore on. She bathed, attempted meditation, and then lay in her bedding, back to the wall, hands wrapping her knees as she forced back the lingering flurries of pleasure. Yes, Kimshees had sex, mind-blowing mental sex, but they seldom indulged in the physical act and they most certainly never, under any circumstances, despite what the soul might cry for, made love, not even with another Kimshee.
Chapter Seventeen
The size of your enemy is no indication of their strength or capabilities.
—from the Sarian Military Standards
The Hiring Hall was a squat stone structure situated in the oldest part of the Common Grounds.
“That did hurt you, First Kimshee.” LaRenna’s fist ricocheted off Krell’s shoulder. “I could feel it.”
Krell phased a cutting slap to her insolent apprentice. Who’re you to decide what hurts me? I’m experienced, girl. I’ve earned my rank through survival. Your best is nothing to me. I can take ten times that on my worst day. Krell readily deflected LaRenna’s next blow then responded mentally, launching an energy pulse that should have brought the strongest apprentice to her knees.
Mother’s mercy! LaRenna did indeed crumple, but not in the way her mentor expected. She collapsed against Krell and they fell to the floor LaRenna had polished only that morning, chest-tochest, mouth-to-mouth. LaRenna looked up to find Krell studying her intensely, with a reckless possession that refused further starvation. A simple nod was exchanged then apprentice and master were reformed as lovers: tangled, panting and groping, caressing and tasting in a frenzy of denied desires. The mental experience fulfilled, the physical, which Krell took ravenously, defied description and they reveled in the insensibility of both until LaRenna’s passionate internal cries reduced to an aural murmur that parted their mouths. Only then did they indulge in the joy of slow discovery, delighting in the repetition of what felt so true. Afterward, Krell lingered with her, stroking her face, whispering lover’s fancy about her beauty until reality and guilt swept in.
“How could I be so stupid?” Krell’s face pinched with revulsion as she pushed away.
“What?” Before LaRenna could prop on one arm Krell had risen and was dressing.
“I took something from you that I can never give back.” Krell spoke over her shoulder as she tugged on her boots. “I’ve broken every barrier, crossed every line.”
“You took nothing I wasn’t willing to give.” LaRenna, shivering from the sudden removal of companion warmth, drew into the sleep corner and sat upon the bedrolls.
“You weren’t ready to lose your virginity yet, Third Kimshee, and you certainly shouldn’t have wasted such a precious commodity on the likes of me.” Krell couldn’t bear even the briefest of glances at LaRenna. She smelled like commitment. The room reeked of commitment as well—the safe, satisfying, stay-at-home, fresh-cut-flower joy of two women growing old together. It was nauseating. Krell had to leave and so left, ignoring LaRenna’s calls to return so they could discuss things. She was dirty. Krell was dirty. What they had done was insanely wrong. Yes, Kimshees had sex, but they never made love.
The Kimshee lifestyle’s lonely reality descended on LaRenna as the evening wore on. She bathed, attempted meditation, and then lay in her bedding, back to the wall, hands wrapping her knees as she forced back the lingering flurries of pleasure. Yes, Kimshees had sex, mind-blowing mental sex, but they seldom indulged in the physical act and they most certainly never, under any circumstances, despite what the soul might cry for, made love, not even with another Kimshee.
Chapter Seventeen
The size of your enemy is no indication of their strength or capabilities.
—from the Sarian Military Standards
The Hiring Hall was a squat stone structure situated in the oldest part of the Common Grounds.
Similar Books
