Flame of Cytherea: Cytherean Chronicles book 1 (6 page)

The captain said smartly, “Yes sir!” before bowing and
leaving the tent.

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Cytherea giggled.
 
That was quite a uniform she had given the young innocent woman.
 
Still, it had worked well to disguise
her.
 
She was pleased that all the
players were coming together.
 
She frowned
at that thought, this wasn’t a game.

She sighed looking down at the last, in chains and heading
for the mines.
 
This one would not be so
easy to provide an escape for.

A simple uniform didn’t impinge on anyone’s free will; it
only had given Nicole the opportunity to follow her own free will.
 
She doubted her father would see her
providing the keys to her shackles as a similar act.
 
She just had to hope that either the girl
would escape, or that Justin and the other three women would be enough…

Sadly, the girl didn’t even really need help, she just
needed to find her courage.

Justin was starting to struggle to keep up when the second
sun finally fell to the horizon.
 
It was
with relief that he slowed and stopped when the wind stopped pushing him.
 

Nora said, “Let’s go into that copse of trees and set up
camp so we are out of the view of the road, we should be way past any enemy
army, but I am not sure if they might have any scouts this far out.”

He shrugged and followed.
 
He felt a little unsure of where they stood, but when he put out his
hand Kat smiled back at him and took it.
 
His heartbeat picked up a little at her touch and he was hoping this
meant she was willing to be… taken, as she had put it last night.
 
They set up a rough camp, not having any
tents about fifty feet into the trees.

He watched as Nora expertly set up traps that were obviously
meant to give off enough noise to alert them.
 
He squeezed Kat’s hand and whispered what he’d been dying to ask all
day.

“Can we go off a bit and…”

She grinned and said, “Thought you’d never ask.”

But when they started to walk off Nora cleared her
throat.
 
When he glanced over he saw a
knowing look on her face and she said, “You two stay here, I’ll watch the road
from the edge of the wood to give you some privacy.”

Kat said thanks, but Nora just grunted under her breath.

When she was gone he reluctantly asked her, “I wasn’t sure
how you felt, could you explain a little more about relationships, so I don’t
do anything too stupid.”

She snickered and nodded, “I also have a confession, so
let’s sit down and get comfortable.”

He sat down against a log and gently pulled her in his lap,
giving her a soft kiss.

She blushed and said, “Guess I better explain it all, your
world is so different from mine.
 
Don’t
worry, it’s not that complicated.
 
You
already know step one, but it’s usually the man that initiates it.
 
There is no insult in asking for sex, and
there is no insult if the woman says no either.

“If you do start a relationship, both, the man and the
woman, can ask for sex at any time, within reason of course.”

She coughed uncomfortably and said, “If things are going well
and things aren’t broken off, the next step is to… spend the night.”

She blushed a scarlet, “I’m sorry about last night, that
wasn’t what that was, and I don’t know why I couldn’t bring myself to leave
your bed.
 
I wasn’t trying to trick you
or anything.”

He caressed her hair and back slowly and said, “It’s okay, I
understand I think.
 
Last night was…
different for me too, and I can’t explain it.
 
Everything was… more.
 
I didn’t
want you to leave either.”

She looked grateful for his acceptance then continued, “The
last step of course, if everything goes well after the second part.
 
Sometimes people still break after step two,
living together reveals problems sometimes.
 
But anyway, step three after a reasonable amount of time, is of course,
a child.”

His eyes widened and he searched for the word marriage and
it just wasn’t there.
 
He tried to find
an equivalent in this new language and finally said, “So, a child would make us
life mates?
 
Or something like that?”

She nodded, “Exactly.”

He said, “On my world they have a ceremony, I guess having a
kid is even more of a statement though.”

She asked, “Ceremony?”

“Yes, where you invite your family and friends, and exchange
vows of… life mate.
 
Like,” he searched
for the word for monogamy, and couldn’t find it.

He asked, “I am searching for a word for a concept.
 
When you join with a life mate, it is just
you and them right?
 
No sex with anyone
else.”

She gasped and her eyes widened, “No, many life mates are
possible.
 
What we have, and what we will
or will not have in the future is just between us.
 
Love is not so narrow as to preclude
others.
 
And if we ever become life mates
in the future, how would you or I having another change what we have together?”

She looked frightened for a minute and whispered, “How narrow
minded must your world be?
 
By the
goddess that’s a horrible concept.
 
To
limit love so is heresy.”

His mind was having trouble catching up, but what he was
hearing is he could have others and so could she.
 
That… seemed wrong.
 
Didn’t it?

He asked cautiously, “Heresy?”

She bit her lip and asked, “Don’t you remember what you felt
when you used your power.”

He nodded, feeling uncomfortable talking about it at all.

She finally said reverently, “What you felt, is what she
is.
 
Limiting that, limiting… love in any
way would be an insult, a heresy.
 
Do you
understand now?”

He nodded thoughtfully.
 
It was still a foreign concept to have more than one girlfriend, or
wife.
 
It would take getting used
to.
 
But on the other hand, after
experiencing a connection with the goddess, to deny a love simply because you
already had one seemed, almost ridiculous.

These concepts fought in his mind for a moment, but he knew
it would not resolve itself tonight, but he had faith it would happen.
 
After all, he had felt the goddess’s love
too.
 
Speaking of love… and lust.

He looked into her eyes, and when he could find no objection
there he pulled her closer and kissed her.
 
He teased her lips with soft kisses and light brushes of his tongue
while holding her head still by her hair...
 
He felt her push him back a moment and her leg swung around so she was
straddling him.
 
He smiled as she moved
back into him and kissed him passionately.
 
He gasped into her mouth as she ground herself against his tightened
member through their clothes.

This time he pushed her back and pulled her shirt over her
head, freeing her perky C cups.
 
The cool
night air hardened her nipples and he leaned over slightly and sucked one into
his mouth, teasing it with a darting tongue and lightly scraping teeth.

He heard her gasp sharply and he pinched the other one with
his thumb and forefinger.
 
He felt her
hands at his pants as she loosed his hardness and he stiffened further as she
stroked him with her smooth fingers and palm.
 
When he moved his hands down she slapped them away playfully and stood,
taking a few steps back.

She said sultrily as she shimmied her pants down sexily, “If
you want me come get me.”

He just stared for a minute at her perfect form and wondered
again how he had gotten such a beautiful and amazing woman.
 
Her brown hair was swaying in the slight
breeze, her eyes had a mischievous twinkle and her amazing smile made him
weak.
 
Her C cups were perfect and the curve
of her waist was mouthwatering.
 
She
teasingly spun for him and he knew he was in trouble.

He got up and tried to grab her, but she twisted out of his
grasp, luckily this time she didn’t elbow him in the face, just giggled as she
danced away.
 
He smiled and moved in
again, this time focused, or at least, as much as he could with a beautiful
naked woman trying to
out
wrestle him.

He wondered why she was doing this for a minute because it
was driving him crazy as their naked bodies brushed and bumped as he tried to
subdue her.
 
Then of course it was
obvious, she was trying to drive him crazy.
 
He managed to put her in that same joint lock and put her down on her
knees, face in the dirt.

He dropped behind her, grabbed her hair and pulled
back.
 
He checked her with the tip of his
manhood, and she was more than ready, she was soaked.
 
He impaled her quickly from behind and
slapped her ass hard.

The feeling was heaven, his pleasure was unbelievably
sensitive, and her welcoming warm wet center was tight and smoother than
silk.
 
If anything it was a little better
than last night, but he didn’t think about why that would be, he couldn’t think
at all with the intensity of it.
 
He
started to saw in and out quickly, pulling back on her hair with one hand while
randomly slapping one of her ass cheeks.

She gasped and said breathlessly, “Oh goddess, take me hard,
make me yours…”

He slowed a tiny bit so he could thrust harder and deeper,
she started to buck her body back into him and rock her hips slightly when
their skin slapped together.
 
It felt so
good, almost too good, yet, somehow he was lasting.
 
He looked down at the curve of her neck as
her hair was raised away from it, held in his fist.
 
The way her tight ass shook every time he
slammed into her, the perfect curves of her.
 

The mewling sounds of pleasure coming from her spurred him
on and he found it within himself to go faster and suddenly felt her tighten
around him.

“OH fuck, Justin I’m…”

He felt her flood as it ran over his cock, her honey soaked
his balls and the inside of his legs.
 
He
picked back up speed as her core let up a bit, though she was still trembling
in pleasure as he started pounding into her again.
 
He thought about everything that had happened
since he met her, all that he had shared with this beautiful woman.
 
He realized it was so much more than her
physical beauty that attracted him to her.

He felt his emotions well up and then something unexpected
happened.
 
He burst into white flame and
the flames coated and surrounded them both…
 
He heard her sharp gasp of pleasure and understood, the pleasure he was feeling
had been multiplied as well, at least twice as much past the already enhanced
pleasure.
 
His mind barely noted the fact
he now knew the enhanced pleasure was from his power… somehow.

He loved the doggie style position, but he wanted to see her
eyes, see into her eyes, as they experienced this together, so he backed away
and flipped her over.
 
But when he tried
to mount her she wrapped her legs around him and threw him to the side.
 
Next thing he knew she was lowering herself
down, impaling herself on him with a challenging look he found incredibly
sexy.
 
Did she think he would argue?

Everything was so intense, yet, they seemed to have been
gifted with an equal amount of control, it was obvious to him he’d have lost
control in thirty seconds if it wasn’t so.

He licked her nipple when she leaned forward, dangling her
breasts over his face.
 
They started to
bounce in his face as she slid up and down his pole vigorously.
 
He reached up and started kneading them as
she rode him hard, up and down, their skin slapping together as she simply
impaled herself each time by dropping her body down.

He locked his eyes with hers and he lost himself in them,
and in the pleasure, until he reached his peak.
 
He cried out in bliss and she gasped sharply as his member expanded
within her.

She leaned down farther and in a mewling, begging, but
somehow demanding whisper said, “Yes, fill me, that’s mine, give it.”

As he started pumping his seed into her womb he felt her
lock up in pleasure above him, gasping out his name as her hot velvety core
milked the rest of his offering.
 
As he
stared up into her eyes, he wondered if she could feel it to, if she could feel
the presence of the goddess, or if she just felt the enhanced pleasure.
 
He wouldn’t ask though, and he knew she wouldn’t
talk of it either, if she did.

She kissed him teasingly and nipped at his lip, then slowly
rose off his slowly softening member.
 
She lay down next to him with a brilliant smile on her face and snuggled
into his side.

The flames slowly died around them and he smiled back
questioningly, for her smile was not one of satisfaction, or at least not
completely, but it was also almost smug.

She answered his questioning glance with a question, “The
flame of course, you know what that means?”

He thought about it for a moment, and remembered the
feelings he had when the flames had ignited around them.
 
He considered it, and all he had learned and
realized the truth.
 
Compassion was the
trigger for him earlier, but only because compassion was a form or expression
of love.
 
Maybe not romantic love, but
love nonetheless.

Love was the trigger, of course, it had to be he
realized.
 
Then, it all caught up with
him and he blushed scarlet realizing what that meant.
 
Perhaps he wasn’t ready to set up house and
have a kid, after all it had only been forty eight hours, but there was part of
him that already felt love for the woman lying in his arms, and his power had
made that painfully obvious.

She kissed him again and said, “Don’t be embarrassed, just
this morning I abandoned my inn, temporarily perhaps, but I did it all the
same, just because I couldn’t bear the thought of letting you out of my
sight.
 
Maybe you aren’t the only
one.
 
We should get some sleep.”