ruining his pants.
“What about your pants?” she asked timidly.
“What about them? Come here.” He took her into his arms as
she sat down, feeling her lubrication leaking onto his khaki trousers. If he
didn’t care, she didn’t care. All she wanted right now was to hear the rest of
the story. She knew she’d get fucked soon.
He stroked her breasts again and ran the other hand over her
back, down along her naked ass. He liked the full curves of her, he’d told her
many times. She wasn’t plump to him, just exactly right, he’d said. She could
tell he meant it.
“You’d better finish the story before my head explodes,” she
said.
“Or maybe some other part.”
“Um. We wouldn’t want that, would we? Okay, let’s see. We
left our hero shortly after our heroine had injured herself in an effort to
distract the guards, right?”
“Right,” she said, letting her eyes fall on the bulge in his
pants.
Chapter Ten
They found the doctor’s office with Mardor’s help and he
aided Rydah in carrying Jenya inside. Nerat, a second-tier Damon, was ancient,
Rydah noted. He thought the old man smelled like a rotting forest log. He hoped
the doctor knew what he was doing.
Nerat washed the blood away and dabbed Jenya’s wounds with
tantra root to speed the healing, then wrapped her with gauze from her knee to
her hips. No sooner had the bandages been applied then spots of blood began to
seep through them.
“It’s just a bad scrape, Lord Rydah,” he said. “Nothing was
broken, thank Rand.”
Jenya gritted her teeth but made no complaints.
“Can you give her something for the pain?”
The doctor nodded and brewed a tea. Jenya drank it and
drifted off to sleep. “She’ll need at least a full sun’s rest. Maybe two. I’ll
have to change her bandages on the morrow, to make sure she doesn’t develop an
infection.”
“Do what you have to, doctor. She must get well!”
Rydah went outside. The soldier waited by the carriage. “How
is she, m’lord?”
“Not good,” he said truthfully. “She needs at least a sun of
rest, maybe more. The doctor’s is worried about infection.”
Mardor nodded. “Um, my lord…”
“Yes?”
“My orders were to accompany you here, but my liege didn’t
say anything about staying.”
“Well, that’s not my concern. You can stay or go. But I’m
staying until she recovers, then I have to get back to Blethryn to complete an
important project for High Lord Bandar.”
He had dropped the name on purpose. It seemed to have the
desired effect.
“You work for High Lord Bandar?” Mardor said, awed.
“Of course. I’m his scribe.” Well, one of his scribes ,
he thought. The guard didn’t have to know that there were about fifty others.
“I help spread His Word to other cities by editing church documents.”
“And he is waiting for you now to complete a project?”
“Yes, he is,” Rydah lied. He had just completed a project
and had no idea when more material might come his way.
“Yet you stay with your slave?” The guard clearly thought
Lord Rydah risked much.
“If she carries my Damon seed, you had better believe I’m
staying. High Lord Bandar will understand as well.” He paused. “I only hope
he’ll understand why you’re late returning to Blethryn.”
Mardor blanched. “I was given orders to accompany you to the
doctor’s!”
“Yes, and you have. I plan to stay until my breeder gets
well. What you do is your business. I am not your commander.”
He left him then, and went to the carriage to remove his
belongings. The doctor had told him of a home in the village that sometimes
took in strangers for the night. Though it was not even mid-sun, he wouldn’t be
going anywhere without Jenya.
He walked down the street to the house he’d been told about.
On the way, he passed another squad of soldiers. They paid him no attention. A
heavy-set old woman opened the door to his knock and her eyes widened when she
recognized the cloak of a
“What about your pants?” she asked timidly.
“What about them? Come here.” He took her into his arms as
she sat down, feeling her lubrication leaking onto his khaki trousers. If he
didn’t care, she didn’t care. All she wanted right now was to hear the rest of
the story. She knew she’d get fucked soon.
He stroked her breasts again and ran the other hand over her
back, down along her naked ass. He liked the full curves of her, he’d told her
many times. She wasn’t plump to him, just exactly right, he’d said. She could
tell he meant it.
“You’d better finish the story before my head explodes,” she
said.
“Or maybe some other part.”
“Um. We wouldn’t want that, would we? Okay, let’s see. We
left our hero shortly after our heroine had injured herself in an effort to
distract the guards, right?”
“Right,” she said, letting her eyes fall on the bulge in his
pants.
Chapter Ten
They found the doctor’s office with Mardor’s help and he
aided Rydah in carrying Jenya inside. Nerat, a second-tier Damon, was ancient,
Rydah noted. He thought the old man smelled like a rotting forest log. He hoped
the doctor knew what he was doing.
Nerat washed the blood away and dabbed Jenya’s wounds with
tantra root to speed the healing, then wrapped her with gauze from her knee to
her hips. No sooner had the bandages been applied then spots of blood began to
seep through them.
“It’s just a bad scrape, Lord Rydah,” he said. “Nothing was
broken, thank Rand.”
Jenya gritted her teeth but made no complaints.
“Can you give her something for the pain?”
The doctor nodded and brewed a tea. Jenya drank it and
drifted off to sleep. “She’ll need at least a full sun’s rest. Maybe two. I’ll
have to change her bandages on the morrow, to make sure she doesn’t develop an
infection.”
“Do what you have to, doctor. She must get well!”
Rydah went outside. The soldier waited by the carriage. “How
is she, m’lord?”
“Not good,” he said truthfully. “She needs at least a sun of
rest, maybe more. The doctor’s is worried about infection.”
Mardor nodded. “Um, my lord…”
“Yes?”
“My orders were to accompany you here, but my liege didn’t
say anything about staying.”
“Well, that’s not my concern. You can stay or go. But I’m
staying until she recovers, then I have to get back to Blethryn to complete an
important project for High Lord Bandar.”
He had dropped the name on purpose. It seemed to have the
desired effect.
“You work for High Lord Bandar?” Mardor said, awed.
“Of course. I’m his scribe.” Well, one of his scribes ,
he thought. The guard didn’t have to know that there were about fifty others.
“I help spread His Word to other cities by editing church documents.”
“And he is waiting for you now to complete a project?”
“Yes, he is,” Rydah lied. He had just completed a project
and had no idea when more material might come his way.
“Yet you stay with your slave?” The guard clearly thought
Lord Rydah risked much.
“If she carries my Damon seed, you had better believe I’m
staying. High Lord Bandar will understand as well.” He paused. “I only hope
he’ll understand why you’re late returning to Blethryn.”
Mardor blanched. “I was given orders to accompany you to the
doctor’s!”
“Yes, and you have. I plan to stay until my breeder gets
well. What you do is your business. I am not your commander.”
He left him then, and went to the carriage to remove his
belongings. The doctor had told him of a home in the village that sometimes
took in strangers for the night. Though it was not even mid-sun, he wouldn’t be
going anywhere without Jenya.
He walked down the street to the house he’d been told about.
On the way, he passed another squad of soldiers. They paid him no attention. A
heavy-set old woman opened the door to his knock and her eyes widened when she
recognized the cloak of a
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