Fantasyland 02 The Golden Dynasty (9 page)

Oh yes.

I gasped, “Lahn!”

“Circe,” he whispered against my lips, I
drew in a ragged breath and moaned against his as I came. Hard.

And while I was doing this, he let me go and
shoved me down into the bed, ass in the air. He pulled the panel of
my nightgown up, ripped my panties away, separated my legs with his
knees and drove inside.

My head flew back.

Oh yeah.
Hell
yeah.

“Yes,” I breathed, without a thought, my
body thinking for me, I reared back into his thrusts.

He leaned forward, reached around and cupped
my breast in a rough hand as he pounded into me, jerking my hips
back with his other hand.

“Kah Lahnahsahna,” he growled.

“Oh yeah,” I moaned.

His fingers found my nipple and tugged,
that hard tug slashing through me like a hot knife, trailing fire.
“
Kah
Lahnahsahna.”

“Kah Lahnahsahna,” I whimpered, pushing
back, meeting him thrust for thrust.

His hand left my breast and both spanned my
hips, hauling me back, giving me all of him and I took it, invited
it, stretched for it.

Amazing.

So amazing, my head flew back again and my
arms reached out straight.

He saw it, reached forward, his hand circled
my throat, he pulled me up to my hands and kept driving into me,
his hand gliding up to cup me under my jaw. The hold was gentle,
tender even. And it was possessive, claiming.

King Lahn was fucking his queen.

Oh shit, fuck me, but I liked that too. All
of it, every inch of him pounding into me, his hand at my jaw, me
on my hands and knees before him.

I liked it so much, my back arched, my head
tilted further back and I came again. Harder. Crying out loudly, it
was that fucking good.

I heard him growl then his hands went to my
ribs, yanking me back, pounding savagely now, he kept at me until
he drove in deep and his groan of release was nearly as loud as
mine.

Shit. Holy shit.

Shit!

He moved slowly, in and out, as his hand
slid around my ribs. He kept moving, leaning forward, his hands
moving up, cupping my breasts. Then carefully, he lifted my torso
up so I was straight, impaled on his cock, he was so long my knees
didn’t hit the bed, only his cock and hands supported me.

Dear God.

One hand crossed over to the other breast
and held on while his other hand went to our connection where his
fingers slid in, his palm cupping my sex.

Then his mouth was at my ear.

“
Circe,
kah
rahna Dahksahna. Circe,
kah
Lahnahsahna,” he growled in my ear, his voice a fierce
rumble, his words a declaration.

“Um…” I whispered, “okay.”

Shit! What else could I do?

He emitted another growl that slithered
across my skin like silk then I felt his tongue move from the back
of my ear, down my neck to my shoulder.

At this, my body trembled in a full on
shiver.

Then he lifted me off him, turned me
roughly, shoved me to my back in the bed and then he came down on
top of me.

I barely got a chance to adjust to my new
position before he twisted, reached down, yanked the sheet up to
our waists then came back to me. He hauled me nearly fully under
him, tangled his heavy legs with mine, his arm curving almost fully
around my body, his face at the side of my head, his mouth at my
temple.

I felt his weight settle into mine and I lay
immobile, waiting.

Um. I wasn’t sure. Did we get things
straight?

When he said nothing and his breath evened
out, I called, “Lahn?”

His arm gave me a powerful squeeze.
“Trahyoo,” he ordered firmly but softly.

Definitely an order though I had no idea
what he said.

“Uh… okay,” I whispered and got another arm
squeeze that took the breath from me.

Time to be quiet.

I stared into the candlelit tent.

All right, did that just happen?

I felt his breath stir the hair at my
temple, his heavy weight, his body’s warmth.

Yep, it just happened.

I needed to go somewhere and think. I
needed to figure out how in
the hell
I let a man I didn’t know, a man who had raped me seven
times (essentially), a man I didn’t like, make me come
twice.

I needed to get away from him.

His weight settled more firmly into mine at
the same time his arm tightened.

He was asleep. His arm tightened around me
in his sleep.

Damn.

Okay, I wasn’t going to get away from
him.

So, I needed to wake him up and find some
way to communicate there was no way I was going to be able to fall
asleep with his weight on me.

I figured he wasn’t going to like being
woken.

And I was figuring that the second before my
eyes drifted closed and I fell asleep with his weight on me.

The Marketplace

Our mouths were close, my fingers were
wrapped around the side of his neck and the fingers of my other
hand had slid into his hair at his scalp under his long
ponytail.

His head was tipped back, his breath
mingling with mine, one of his arms was wrapped tight around my
waist, the other hand curled around the back of my neck.

I was riding my king and I was doing it
hard. I wasn’t going fast; I liked the feel of him too much. So
much, I wanted to savor it.

But when I rammed down, I did it hard
because I liked that too.

“Mayoo,” he growled an order I didn’t
understand.

“I don’t understand you, baby,” I whispered
breathily into his mouth, his arm squeezed, jerking up and slamming
down.

“
Mayoo,
” he stated fiercely and I got him.

“Okay,” I whispered, going faster, my eyes
closed, his fingers at my neck tensed and my eyes opened.

“Linas,” he demanded, I took a wild guess
and stared into his eyes, going faster, driving down on him, my
fingers tightened into his neck, I tried to hold his eyes but I
couldn’t.

My head tipped back, my lips parted and I
gasped softly as I came.

He kept me moving with his arm around my
waist and after my sweet orgasm swept through me, I focused and
took over again. Watching him as I kept moving on top of him, I saw
the burn deepen in his eyes, felt the pressure of his fingers
increase on my neck, his arm around my waist got so tight I
couldn’t breathe and on a downward stroke, he held me so I was full
of him, tipped his face forward and groaned into my chest.

I closed my eyes.

There it was.

I did it again.

I had no choice, he woke me with his hands,
they were gentle but effective and I was primed before I was
conscious so I gave it up again.

Gladly.

Shit.

What was happening to me?

His head tilted back, I looked down at him
and it was like I saw him for the first time.

And seeing him looking up at me, his eyes
still warm on my face, his cock deep inside me – God, no joke, as
insane as it was, I thought he was the most unbelievably handsome
man I’d ever beheld… in a dark, savage, totally hot way, of
course.

I was about to inform him of this (not that
I could do that), when suddenly I was in the air then flat on my
back. He loomed over me on a hand in the bed and his other hand
cupped me roughly between my legs, his long middle finger
invading.

Then his elbow bent, his torso dipped and
his face was in mine.

He shoved his finger up higher and I
gasped.

“Kah Lahnahsahna?” he asked, I stared and
his finger shoved deeper, so much deeper, my entire body jolted
upward. I couldn’t say it hurt, in fact, it didn’t. I was still
sensitive and it felt freaking great, but…

What the fuck?

“What?” I whispered, his finger slid out
then thrust right back in.

“Kah Lahnahsahna,” he growled.

“Kah… uh, Lahnahsahna,” I whispered, taking
a stab at what he was demanding from me.

He glared down at me.

Jeez, what did I do?

Then his hand slid from between my legs,
trailing his and my wetness up my belly, it cupped my breast
forcefully, the pads of his fingers digging in then they tweaked my
nipple so hard my body jerked (and not, I had to admit, in an
entirely bad way) before his torso twisted. His mouth captured my
other nipple, he sucked in hard and that, also, made my body jerk
in a
definitely
not
bad way.

Then his face was in mine, his lips a breath
away, his eyes all I could see and they were burning with a
different light, one that made me catch my breath as his hand went
back between my legs and his finger thrust back into me.

“Lahnahsahna Circe lapoo meera kah liros
anah,” he declared forcefully and I blinked.

“Uh… okay,” I whispered, thinking maybe
agreement was the best way to go and he continued to stare in my
eyes.

Then the fire died out of his eyes, he
whispered back, “Okay,” his finger glided gently over my clit, my
body jerked, lightly this time as his hand trailed up to my belly
at the same time his eyes disappeared because his head moved so his
tongue could glide across my throat.

Then without looking at me, he exited the
bed.

I watched his naked body move toward the
flaps.

Okay. What was
that
all about?

He slapped open one of the flaps, again
totally not heeding his nudity and he barked something through
them. Then he moved away from them, not looking at me in the bed,
and he prowled to the trunks at the corner.

The flaps went back and in came Teetru
followed by Packa, both of them carrying big, earthenware jugs. I
quickly reached down and pulled the sheet up to hide my nakedness
(not that they hadn’t seen it, repeatedly) as Lahn moved away from
the trunks and threw a new pair of hides on the ground. He yanked
the jug out of Teetru’s hands and tipped it over his head, the
water splashing all over the rugs and all over his new hides. He
used his big hand to swipe the water around his body then he jerked
the jug back to Teetru. She took it, he yanked the one out of
Packa’s hands and did the same. Then, without toweling off, he
hauled up his new hides, tied the laces tight at the hips and
prowled out of the tent, his eyes not coming to me once.

I stared at the flaps of the tent.

Okay, maybe I was wrong. Language and a
killer freaking culture gab were standing between us but outside of
that last bit, I thought Lahn and me got a few things straight last
night and, um… this morning. We’d shared words (kind of), he’d
grinned at me (of course, this was after I’d drawn blood but still,
he did it), his touch had changed, he held me while we slept, his
arm tightened around me while
he
slept and he put a fair amount of effort into giving me
three really freaking great orgasms.

I guess I thought wrong.

Teetru came to the bed, bending over it,
tugging at the sheet, speaking quietly to me but the edge of
excitement in her voice made my eyes move from the tent flaps to
her.

And I saw she
was
excited. Her eyes were shining with it. She was
happy. Something good was happening and it wasn’t just me getting
up and getting dressed.

“Please,” I whispered, reaching out and
taking her hand, “get me Diandra.”

She looked in my eyes. Then she nodded. Then
she turned her head and said something to Jacanda who was dragging
in the tub. Jacanda looked at me, looked at Teetru, nodded, left
the tub where it was and dashed out of the tent.

I fell down to my back and stared at the top
of the tent.

“Another day in paradise,” I whispered, my
voice sounding defeated.

This was because it was and that was
because
I
was.

I allowed myself to feel this for
approximately two minutes. Then I pulled my shit together and
hauled myself out of the bed to face whatever next was to come at
me that day.

* * * * *

The marketplace was a short ways away from
the encampment, through a small stand of weird, thin, green stalked
trees that looked a bit like bamboo but weren’t.

And the marketplace, unlike the encampment,
was a fixture. There were tents but there were also buildings, not
sturdy by a long shot but buildings nonetheless.

And they had, I discovered, everything for
sale there. Everything.

Diandra, her pretty dark-haired,
dark-almond-eyed, twelve year old daughter, Sheena (who spoke
enough English to make herself understood in a broken and charming
way, mostly because she spoke it smiling a sweet smile and giggling
after practically every word) and I caused quite a sensation when
we arrived.

And this sensation, I figured, was not
entirely due to my new kickass outfit (ice blue, halter bikini top
that hooked to a golden chain around my neck and was also fastened
with a chain around my back, ice blue skirt with shafts of gold and
hints of white and silver, wide belt made of gold and silver disks,
no bands at my biceps but so many gold and silver, skinny bangles
on my wrists it took Gaal five minutes to push them up my hands and
they covered me from wrists to mid-forearm and tinkled every time I
moved my arms (which was, I noted for the first time in my life, a
lot), gold earrings, again chandelier but dripping with rough, seed
pearls and pearl pins affixed to the coils, twists and braids in my
hair
everywhere
).

The queen had come calling.

With a chatty Diandra and a giggling,
smiling, brokenly chatty Sheena, I wandered the marketplace looking
over the wares. Earthenware jugs, bowls and vases of all shapes and
sizes. Bolts of materials of everything from burlap to silk in
every color you could imagine. Dried, cured meats. Hard, salami
type sausages. Cheeses. Vats of yogurt. Dried fruits. Fresh fruits
and vegetables. Nuts, both with shells and without. Sacks of
various grains. Pottery. Enameled bowls. Knives and spoons (no
forks, I noted, as I noted none were at Lahn’s table) made of
silver or pewter and even wood. Trinkets, bangles, chains and hair
bobs. Yarn of every color. Thread of every color. Looms both big
and small. Rugs, again, both big and small. Casks of wine.
Candles.