together, unmindful of the
damp earth. Raine tore her own clothing from her body as the
magical armor that encased Weynild retracted, revealing the
suppleness beneath. Weynild kissed her everywhere, her hair, her
ears, her throat, her breasts, her stomach, her inner thighs. She
settled on the softness between her legs, expressing pleasure at
the warmth and wetness.
“I see you missed me,” she murmured.
Raine moaned and twisted beneath the onslaught, but
the dragon held her tight, the strength of her lover exciting her
to an even greater height. Her climax came quickly, her need and
desire for the one holding her too overwhelming for her to toy with
the idea of restraint. Weynild held her hips, pushing her passion
beyond the physical so that it encompassed all of the longing of
their separation. Although the beginning of the climax came quickly
the end did not as waves of pleasure shook Raine's slender
frame.
Finally, Raine collapsed, her body trembling and her
breath coming in ragged gasps. Weynild pulled herself atop her,
gazing down into her violet eyes with great pleasure. Raine touched
her cheek, tracing the cheek bone that defined her beautiful
features. Weynild's breasts were pressed against her, creating a
warm and wondrous sensation. Slowly, Raine's breathing returned to
normal although her heart still pounded in her chest.
Weynild sensed her companion's recovery. She shifted
her weight, causing another groan of pleasure as she contacted
still-sensitive areas. She smiled, knowing that they still had
hours and that the stamina of her Arlanian would consume them
all.
“Let's try that again,” Weynild said, her golden eyes
gleaming, “this time with me inside you.”
Raine returned to the camp at first light and
although she was still quiet, she seemed in a better mood than when
she had left. Idonea examined her suspiciously, because to her eye,
more accustomed to the subtleties of Raine's behavior, the woman
seemed in a much better mood than when she departed. And that could
have only one explanation.
“So how is my mother?” she said under breath, sidling
up next to Raine.
A grin tugged at the corner of Raine's mouth. “She
sends her love.”
The sardonic response was all the confirmation Idonea
needed. It made her wonder all the more at her mother's
motivations. Obviously there was some larger reason why Weynild
would not accompany them because clearly she could not keep herself
from her little toy. And Idonea wondered at the significance of the
location, knowing they were at a meridian crossroads. This thought
angered her for reasons that had nothing to do with Raine. Her
ability to see the meridian lines was truly useless since she had
inherited nothing else of value from her mother. Raine began a
quiet little hum, the pleasant tune aggravating Idonea even
further. She moved up in the band to Bristol's side, who welcomed
her company.
After a while, Lorifal engaged Gunnar in quiet
conversation.
“My people, the Dvergar have always been bitter
enemies of the Hyr'rok'kin, but why have you chosen this
quest?”
Gunnar was sober for a moment, then lightened. “I
think we will all have to fight the Hyr'rok'kin sooner or later,
but personally, I am the fourth son of a tradesman.”
“Ah,” Lorifal said, nodding his understanding. “Your
father has his heir and his spare, and your other brother is
clergy?”
“Yes,” Gunnar said, “so I joined the military and
have been far more successful than I ever dreamed.”
“And you, Bristol?” Lorifal asked.
“I am a first son,” Bristol said self-consciously,
“but my father, and his father, and his father, all were
soldiers.”
Lorifal had already noticed a certain awkwardness in
the giant of a man and surmised that Gunnar and Bristol served each
other well as friends. Bristol probably had numerous connections
within the imperial army and Gunnar probably made up for some of
Bristol's weaknesses that were gradually becoming
damp earth. Raine tore her own clothing from her body as the
magical armor that encased Weynild retracted, revealing the
suppleness beneath. Weynild kissed her everywhere, her hair, her
ears, her throat, her breasts, her stomach, her inner thighs. She
settled on the softness between her legs, expressing pleasure at
the warmth and wetness.
“I see you missed me,” she murmured.
Raine moaned and twisted beneath the onslaught, but
the dragon held her tight, the strength of her lover exciting her
to an even greater height. Her climax came quickly, her need and
desire for the one holding her too overwhelming for her to toy with
the idea of restraint. Weynild held her hips, pushing her passion
beyond the physical so that it encompassed all of the longing of
their separation. Although the beginning of the climax came quickly
the end did not as waves of pleasure shook Raine's slender
frame.
Finally, Raine collapsed, her body trembling and her
breath coming in ragged gasps. Weynild pulled herself atop her,
gazing down into her violet eyes with great pleasure. Raine touched
her cheek, tracing the cheek bone that defined her beautiful
features. Weynild's breasts were pressed against her, creating a
warm and wondrous sensation. Slowly, Raine's breathing returned to
normal although her heart still pounded in her chest.
Weynild sensed her companion's recovery. She shifted
her weight, causing another groan of pleasure as she contacted
still-sensitive areas. She smiled, knowing that they still had
hours and that the stamina of her Arlanian would consume them
all.
“Let's try that again,” Weynild said, her golden eyes
gleaming, “this time with me inside you.”
Raine returned to the camp at first light and
although she was still quiet, she seemed in a better mood than when
she had left. Idonea examined her suspiciously, because to her eye,
more accustomed to the subtleties of Raine's behavior, the woman
seemed in a much better mood than when she departed. And that could
have only one explanation.
“So how is my mother?” she said under breath, sidling
up next to Raine.
A grin tugged at the corner of Raine's mouth. “She
sends her love.”
The sardonic response was all the confirmation Idonea
needed. It made her wonder all the more at her mother's
motivations. Obviously there was some larger reason why Weynild
would not accompany them because clearly she could not keep herself
from her little toy. And Idonea wondered at the significance of the
location, knowing they were at a meridian crossroads. This thought
angered her for reasons that had nothing to do with Raine. Her
ability to see the meridian lines was truly useless since she had
inherited nothing else of value from her mother. Raine began a
quiet little hum, the pleasant tune aggravating Idonea even
further. She moved up in the band to Bristol's side, who welcomed
her company.
After a while, Lorifal engaged Gunnar in quiet
conversation.
“My people, the Dvergar have always been bitter
enemies of the Hyr'rok'kin, but why have you chosen this
quest?”
Gunnar was sober for a moment, then lightened. “I
think we will all have to fight the Hyr'rok'kin sooner or later,
but personally, I am the fourth son of a tradesman.”
“Ah,” Lorifal said, nodding his understanding. “Your
father has his heir and his spare, and your other brother is
clergy?”
“Yes,” Gunnar said, “so I joined the military and
have been far more successful than I ever dreamed.”
“And you, Bristol?” Lorifal asked.
“I am a first son,” Bristol said self-consciously,
“but my father, and his father, and his father, all were
soldiers.”
Lorifal had already noticed a certain awkwardness in
the giant of a man and surmised that Gunnar and Bristol served each
other well as friends. Bristol probably had numerous connections
within the imperial army and Gunnar probably made up for some of
Bristol's weaknesses that were gradually becoming
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