The Lotus Ascension (28 page)

Konas took his cue and ate her
pussy, starting with sucking her clit. He parted her nether lips with one hand
brought round top, exposing her pink nub to his tongue. He fiddled with it with
the tip of his tongue, alternating that play with slow licking and sucking. As
she gyrated on his face, he knew she was working toward a quick but light
orgasm. He forced it by licking up her entire pussy, ending at the clit with a
nibble. Sillara shuddered and whined as she climaxed.

Konas slipped a finger and then two
into her cunt, lubricating his long digits. He pulled out and pressed his
fingers against her anal rosebud, which tightened but then quickly relaxed at
his touch. He slipped his middle finger into her asshole as he continued to
lick, suck, and nibble at her pussy. She fucked his face until she came a
second time.
Nothing deep and earth-shattering yet.
Just a taste of what was to be expected. Sillara came best when she rode Konas,
when she was in control of the pace, depth, and angle. Konas was saving that
position for later.

Without looking, Konas reached up
under his pillow and found the metal egg still there. He wound it up as he
licked her clit, and once the egg clicked, he released it. He pressed the
vibrating egg against her nub as he ran his tongue slowly up her pussy lips
while simultaneously fingering her ass. Sillara's whole body wiggled on the
bed, and Konas, too, affected by the burning
shalar
humped the pillow
beneath his crotch. Everything felt good; everything smelled wonderful;
everything looked beautiful. Sillara swam in place, and once she started
running her fingers through Konas's hair, she could not stop. She grabbed
handfuls of his yellow hair, pressed his face into her pussy, and came. She
moaned and whined constantly, and Konas made deep noises with his throat
throughout their sex.

Sillara laughed and moved the egg
off her clit. “It tickles.”

Konas gave it another twist and
then shoved it up her ass. Sillara squealed in delight, and Konas kept eating.
In time he kissed his way up her body, but when he got to her breasts, he
stopped. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, increasing
sensitivity by bringing blood into the flesh. After a long, hard suck, he ran
his tongue under her nipple, flicking it against his top row of teeth. At the
same time, he arched his back so that his pelvis rested near hers. He slipped
his cock into her pussy, and as he drove it home, he completed his journey
upwards by locking his lips with hers. Sillara grabbed him by the back of the
head and pulled him close. She bucked against him, wild with sex. Konas could
feel the egg vibrating in her ass, and the sensation against his balls was
unlike anything he had ever felt before. It did not make him want to come; it
was as if the vibrations resonated throughout his entire body. Every part of
Sillara felt perfect.

They fucked until they tore the bed
apart, and the fury of their sex was quite the opposite of the intimate
lovemaking they had done just the other night. Konas was desperate to find what
she liked to do, what she wanted to do. Sure she liked all her sex with him,
but he wanted to discover that one thing she went mad for. Perhaps it was
this—a long day of fucking with no thought for anything.
Fucking
with abandon.
Sillara and Konas turned the bed inside out. He lifted her
while still fucking her and walked around the room. They toppled furniture.
They fucked on a table until it broke beneath them. They laughed as they pulled
themselves from the splintered wreckage only to find some other surface to fuck
on. Sillara howled her pleasure. Konas was convinced this was what Sillara had
been waiting for. He had to fuck her so long and so hard that she would not
even be able to keep her eyes open afterwards. He had to fuck her until she
passed out, and such a feat would require every last bit of his orgy-master
powers.

The egg was gone, lost somewhere in
the ruins of the bedchamber. But it did not matter, for Konas had other
implements at his disposal. He unveiled the toy he had been working on the last
two weeks, a harness like a belt to be worn by Konas. There was a hole in the
middle of the belt at the top. Konas slipped his cock through it, and Sillara's
eyes twinkled in anticipation. Into the other hole he slipped a brass dildo,
which he secured with snaps and straps. Konas stood before Sillara with two
cocks protruding from him.

Sillara nodded and pulled Konas
down on top of her. Konas grabbed an unshattered vial of oil nearby and poured
its aromatic contents over the dildo. He raised Sillara's right leg high,
getting access to her rosebud, and pressed the cold brass toy against her ass.
It was tricky, but he brought his cock down, too, and slapped its head against
her clit. Pulling back slightly, he aligned his cock against her pussy and the
dildo against her ass. With his hand on the dildo, he thrust forward slowly. It
slipped into her back passage just as his cock slid home in her pussy.

“
Oh, yes.” Sillara
writhed on the bed, bereft of reason. Konas seized the moment to take from her
all that she could give him, to satisfy her beyond her dreams, to fuck her into
delirium. He slammed his cock and dildo into her over and over again, drilling
for her cum, which she gave him in waves. She howled and clawed at him just as
she clawed her own body. She yanked her hair and beat the bed with her fists.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as her eyelids fluttered. Their sex could not
get better.

And then it did. Sillara's eyes
snapped open, and she sighed. “I guess there's only so much even an orgy master
like you can do in a town like this.” Her tits bounced and her voice jolted as
Konas thrust into her.

Sillara's challenge brought Konas's
cum rushing up his cock, but he pulled out just in time to prevent spraying his
seed. Konas loved it when she talked back to him, because he enjoyed doling out
punishment. He jumped to his feet and scooped Sillara up in his arms. After
four years of masturbation thinking about Sillara, having her now was a dream.
“My little wife,” he said looking down at her, “I'll show you what a
Seranimesti can do with few resources.”

Sillara's eyebrows rose in silent
challenge, and Konas laughed. He kissed her forehead and walked over to the far
wall, picking his way among the room's wreckage. They had broken almost
everything, and now Konas would break Sillara. He set her down and yanked the
tapestry from the wall, revealing chains that hung from the ceiling. They ended
in leather straps. Konas took Sillara by the wrists, turned her to face the
wall, and bound her to the chains. He had installed them one day while she was
in conference with Vaelus and the town elders.

Sillara looked back over her
shoulder, and as she could not use her hands to move her hair out of her face,
she shook her head from shoulder to shoulder. Her long black ringlets spilled
down her back, hanging just above her shapely ass.
Konas's
ass, to do with what he liked.
When Konas stepped away from her, she
asked him where he was going.

Konas pointed down at the harness
and dildo. “I'm going to wash this off.” He grabbed his hard cock. “This is
going in your ass now.”

Sillara smiled and rubbed her legs
together. “Hurry back,” she mouthed, and Konas leapt to his task, unwilling to
waste a single moment away from her.

Once clean, Konas sneaked up on
Sillara and spread her ass cheeks apart. He went down on his haunches and stuck
two fingers up her cunt, cupping her bare mound underneath. He smeared edible
oil across her anal rosebud and ate what was offered there. His tonguing of her
asshole and fingering of her pussy caused Sillara to squirm and bite her lips
in a long moan. Her ass pushed back against Konas's face, and he drove his
fingers in deeper.

“
Eat my ass,” Sillara
said. “Eat it all.”

“
Who do you think you
are, telling me what to do?” Konas slapped her buttock.

Sillara looked back over her
shoulder, letting her hair spill down over his head. “I'm the orgy master's
wife. Doesn't that put me in charge?”

Konas liked their little game, and
he liked to eat ass, if it was well presented. As Sillara was nearly an anal
virgin, her rosebud was clean and fresh.
Pussy was hit and
miss
, but a nice ass was incomparable. Konas dipped down farther,
sticking out his tongue to lick her pussy, too. Sillara's cunt was always a
hit. He switched hands, reaching up now with his left hand to penetrate her
back passage with his fingers as he tended to her wet pussy lips. His jutting
tongue sought out her inner warmth, and Sillara went up on her tiptoes, sticking
her ass out as far as she could. Konas feasted until she came in his mouth and
down his chin.

Konas rose to his feet and grabbed
her by the waist, holding her steady to penetrate her. But
Sillara
whined and tried to get away. Konas slapped her ass and commanded she be still.
She looked back at him with fear in her eyes—her play-acting was the sexiest
thing he had ever seen.

Coming from behind was easier, and
Konas had no trouble sliding the dildo into her pussy while simultaneously
slipping the head of his long, thick penis into her ass. Sillara's buttocks
flexed, and she shied away, but Konas's firm grip on her hips held her fast.
With a slow but steady upward thrust, Konas buried himself and his toy inside
Sillara. She had amazing control over her pussy, for she gripped the dildo the
way she had grabbed his cock from the inside. Konas could feel the toy
twitching in the harness. But her back passage was sexier to Konas, because as
he was sheathed there, he utterly dominated her. He claimed her ass as his own,
and she surrendered it to him. It excited him to think that she could not
escape even if she wanted to; she was chained to the wall, and Konas would take
what pleasure he wanted from her body.

Konas reached up and around,
wrapping his strong hand around her throat just beneath her jawline. He pulled
her head back and to the side, lengthening her beautiful neck. It begged to be
kissed and bitten. Konas licked her salty skin and sucked at her lovely flesh.
The low moan that came from deep inside her vibrated against his
hand.
His hard cock split her ass again and again; the thick dildo
pressed against his penis through the thin wall between her pussy and back
passage. There was no part of Sillara that was not his. He had her, and she
gave everything to him.
Sillara—his wife, the love of his
life, the most perfect woman in Gilalion, beauty of the world.
Konas
looked back to the center of the room where the statue of Abrexa stood. In his
heart he said a silent prayer of thanksgiving to her.

Konas turned back and bit down into
Sillara's neck, taking a hunk of flesh in his mouth and sucking on it hard. He
tightened his grip on her throat as he thrust deeper and harder. Sillara moaned
and, opening her mouth, turned her head and licked up his earlobe.

Sillara nibbled at the tip of his
Ausir ear, and Konas abandoned himself to ecstasy.
“My
husband, my sex-teacher.”

Konas was close, and he knew his
own unleashing would send Sillara over that final edge. But he never got to
come. Angry voices shattered Konas's
shalar
-induced sex trance. He felt
rough hands grab him, and the next thing he knew, he was on his back on the
cold floor with four men yelling in his face. Konas looked up at Sillara. Other
men were removing her manacles and hastily covering her with blankets and
pillows while they screamed their horror at Konas.

The next few minutes was a
confusing mish-mash of raised voices screaming in a barbaric tongue, swords
drawn on Konas, and Sillara pleading with the
men.
The
Desertmasters had caught them fucking. Now they knew he was not her father.
They dragged Konas off kicking and screaming, naked, with the dildo harness
still attached to him. As the door closed on Sillara weeping, Konas knew the
Desertmasters would never let him see her again. They screamed at him and beat
him. Konas curled up like a baby and sheltered his head with his arms.

Sillara's voice screamed out in the
ancient Sunjaa tongue of the Desertmasters, and the blows did not fall anymore.
Konas looked up to see the murder in their eyes; they would have killed him if
Sillara had not stopped them.

Sillara barked out something else.
She threw a robe around herself, cloaking her lovely naked body from the
intruders. Konas could not understand her, but fury blazed in her eyes, and the
men shrank away from her. She called out, and the outer door of the house
opened. In came two more guards, who, after hearing Sillara's orders, stood
confused, looking at each other in wonderment.

Sillara repeated her command, and
the two newcomers and the other two guards took by the arms the two who had
beaten Konas and dragged them away.

Sillara knelt beside Konas. “I’m
sorry, my husband. Are you all right?”

Konas nodded his head that felt two
sizes larger. His ears rang, and he felt his lip swelling. Sillara took his
head in her lap, and she stroked his hair and kissed his brow.

“
They dared lay violent
hands on my husband, a lord of the Seranimesti house. They shall pay for their
folly with their lives.”

Konas tried to smile up at her, but
Sillara shushed him.