Fated Desire

Ten - Honour and Desire

They lay down together in the brief stretch of night before dawn. A chorus of insects and birds broke across the forest in advance, before any sunlight managed to break through the leaves of the canopy. Each night since escaping Milany had been the same. Sastra had slept and found Jason sleeping close by, almost in reach. The first morning she had shuffled over to him, slipping beneath his blanket. It was cold and uncomfortable, sleeping on the floor wherever they found rest. He was warm and she’d curled up against him, like a cat against their master. Upon waking to find her the first day, the next night when he’d finally accepted sleep, Jason had wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. They’d both slept better that way, warmed by the other beneath the blankets.

She twisted in his arms, nudging her knee against his long lean legs in their breaches. The morning was already promising to be hot, with mist coating the ground beyond the cave entrance. She could hear the horses wandering at the edge of their lead lines and birds singing in exuberance among the rustling leaves. Sastra edged up enough to smooth her fingertips gently over Jason’s features, he shifted a little in his sleep and she smiled. He was so handsome, perhaps even more so in rest when the ruggedness of his features was softened. He’d had black hair, the night after they’d escaped Milany. She hadn’t noticed at the time, but his hair had been coloured with soot that had faded over the last few days.

He was clever, this man and her gaze dropped to his mouth then to his neck and throat. He’d kissed her there a few times, briefly and it had always been pleasurable. What would happen if she should return the favour? Sastra wet dry lips and bent, inhaling the musky scent of him. It was intense and delicious in a way she had never expected the smell of horse, sweat and travel to smell. All of it mingled with a deeper smell of sandalwood perhaps, something that reminded her of Khama and the sea. Her lips grazed his neck and she heard his inhale of breathe, yet he didn’t move, nor push her away.

Made bold by his tacit approval, she eased her mouth over the taut skin of his throat as he tilted his head back, her fingers teasing over his bare chest. His shirt discarded as a pillow beneath his head. The skin rippled and jumped beneath her touch and she bent, curious to follow her hands with her mouth. Easing down his body in gentle motions as she touched and tasted him. He gave up all pretence of sleep as he groaned, lifting his hands to fold them behind his head. The planes of his stomach pulled in as he sucked in an shaky breath as he fingertips grazed the top of his breaches. His skin was hot, near burning to the touch and he tasted just as he had smelt, but richer and more delightful than she could have imagined.

Sastra had been kissed by a number of men before Jason. Fleeting, clumsy attempts she could now recognise as the uncertain actions of boys, rather than the determined surety of Jason’s kisses. She could taste him on the tip of tongue as it dipped into the well of his midriff. He exhaled a low moan of approval and she grinned to herself, perhaps there was power in kisses. She loved to feel in control. How far could she extend her dominion over the man? Her thumbs hooked into the waistband and he made no move to protest. Sastra knelt up, heart in her throat as curiosity saw her unfasten the tie of his breaches. His appendage strained against the linen fabric, she wondered if it might be uncomfortable and with a quick glance at his face she freed him. His head was tilted back, body taut with restraint as he wrapped one arm over his eyes and panted, sweat glistened over his chest.

Sastra lowered her gaze to the heated member before her, it extended perilously close to her face as she hovered above him. Would it taste the same as the rest of him?

She extended a tongue to taste trace the tip of him, whatever she had imagined intimacy to be, this was far more daring. Heat traced through her body as she tasted the tang of salt. Jason pushed his free hand through his hair, gripping it tightly as he resisted the urge to move. His breath came in heavy pants as she continued.

‘Be careful,’ he managed, ‘it might look tough…’ his voice was tight with lust, ‘but we’re delicate and easily wounded.’

Sastra took note, and then took the man into her mouth, delighting in the texture of the bulbous tip and satin skin stretched over it. She delighted in the moan pulled from her usual stoic protector and sought to elicit further responses. She’d known that physical pleasure was possible, it was something she had managed to find herself, even with very little knowledge of passion. What she had never pictured, was suckling upon a man’s rigid c**k. Had someone told her, she might have been disgusted by the idea, but in reality she enjoyed the clear pleasure she was able to bring the man. Lost in her actions, tongue exploring the ridges of him, she was surprised when he suddenly sat up, rough hands curling through her hair as he pulled her back.

He kissed her hard before she could protest. Pushed back onto the cave floor she nearly laughed as he lent over her, face flush with desire that he couldn’t speak. He bent again, wordless as he crushed her mouth beneath his own. A fire light between them, she scorched as his kisses left her breathless. All too aware of his hands upon the ties of her dress as he pulled them free, rough and impatient. A questing hand slipped beneath her underdress, explored the supple flesh of her breast. He squeeze and she yelped beneath him, his nails dragging over her nipped. Sastra broke the kiss, if only to lean back and gasp for air. Sparks danced in front of her vision, had she forgotten to breathe?

How could desire be so all consuming? It was hard to hold onto her thoughts, to anything other than the sensation of his hand shifting to her other breast and teasing her to rigid peaks. Her dress unfastened he pulled it down from her shoulders till it wrapped around her waist. Bare beneath him, she felt the rough stone of the floor digging into the flawless pale skin of her back. She stared up at the man as he bent, feasting upon her body like a starving man. Short sharp shouts of pleasure rising as he kissed and licked each n****e before grazing his teeth upon it.

How was she so soon at the point of ecstasy and what on earth was he doing with his hands? He was careful as he hitched her skirts up to meet her middle and pulled undergarments aside. Suddenly embarrassed at what he might see, Sastra bit her bottom lip, leaning up enough to watch. Sensing movement, Jason looked up at her. He smiled and with his roguish look, undid the creeping sense of self-consciousness. Had he ever looked so gorgeous, as in the soft light of summer dawn, setting fire to his blaze of red hair. Pale blue eyes bright with desire and something she couldn’t deny was mischief.

‘Sas…’ he bent and pressed a kiss to her middle. She gasped, stomach pulled in as though away from the kiss. But it hadn’t hurt, it had tickled. Her skin shivered beneath his touch as fingertips smoothed up and down the inside of her thighs, creeping ever closer to their intended target. He held her gaze, and she knew what he intended. She swallowed her nerves, but found herself unable to speak.

‘Mmm?’ She managed a squeak.

‘You tasted me,’ he bent to brush his lips over her hip bone, ‘I intend to taste you.’

‘Oh,’ she whispered, her throat felt tight again. She shifted uneasily as he lay his arms across her waist and held her in place.

‘I can stop,’ he promised, pausing to search her features before pressing a sly kiss to the inside of her thigh.

Her body jolted once more, whatever passion he had awoken within her, demanded that he didn't’ Even if some part of her brain warned that this was new, uncharted territory. Far more dangerous than a quick, youthful fumble in the dark that had grazed her nether regions.

‘Do you want me to stop?’ He kissed her other thigh and his hot breath scorched the juncture at the top of her legs.

‘No,’ Sastra willed herself to speak. ‘D-don’t stop.’

His answering grin was nothing less than wicked as he continued to stroke the soft skin of her thighs. He tortured her, daring to approach her womanhood only for his fingers to ease away again. The intensity of being touched by a hand, not her own was overwhelming. Sastra squirmed beneath the man, uncertain what she wanted, but knowing that she needed it. He bought her to the brink so quickly before slowly pressing those digits within her silken folds. He murmured with appreciation as he found her slick. His thumb circled the hard bud at the apex of her body and she all but shouted. How had she never found such a place upon her own body?

He took his time then, brushing the tiny bud with care after drumming the outer petals until she strained, pushing her womanhood towards his hand. Eager for him to brush it once again. When she thought she might die from such delightful torture, he bent and kissed her mound. His hot, skillful tongue lapping at all the erogenous zones his fingertips had sought out.

Unrestrained in her response, Sastra tried reaching for the man, only to realise that bending would interrupt his ministrations. With a groan of frustration she copied his earlier actions, hiding her face within the curve of her own arms. He made a feast of her, merciless in his mission to bring her to the brink of oblivion and beyond. It came without warning, waves started at the base of her body. Muscles she’d not known clenching and spasming as heat washed over her, as though it could blister her skin she shouted and tried to muffle the sound by sinking her teeth into her arm. Euphoria saw her floating, lost from her own body and without thought. There was only pleasure, only the gentle drag of his teeth against her clit as she came out. She yelped, sensitive, knees pressing together as he withdrew and moved to lay beside her.

Jason came to lie beside her once more. He gathered her into his arms and pressed kisses to the small scratches the cave had marked upon her back.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he whispered against her skin before he let out a slow, uneven breath. As she returned to herself, she was aware that the taut skin of his member had lessened against her behind.

‘Are you alright?’ He balanced himself on an elbow to look around at her, pushing the hair gently back from her face. ‘I didn’t mean to let things get so far,’ he frowned.

Sastra smiled, catching his face between her hands she pulled him down towards her and kissed him soundly.

‘Don’t,’ she whispered, ‘I feel like I could fly…don’t look for regret where there is none.’

He kissed her again, teasing her lips beneath his own before nipping at her bottom lip.

‘Then I will find no regrets…though wake me like that again Sastra…and I’m not sure I won’t be taking your womanhood.’

‘It’s yours to take,’ she shifted her hips against him.

He groaned again, rolling onto his back with his arm across his face, ‘you’re incorrigible.’

‘I’m in love,’ she protested and shuffled closer again.

He laughed then, but without looking at her climbed back to his feet. He bent, caught her face in turn and kissed her once more, tilting her face towards his.

‘You’re making it difficult for me to remain an honourable man, Sas.’