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The anticipation of finally have time and space to themselves was reaching a boiling point as Sartaq led Nesryn to their rooms as quickly as possible. He did not care what whispers reached his siblings’ and other courtiers’ ears as they hastily passed servants and viziers. They could barely restrain their desire for one another.
The white walls of the palace were morphing into shadows of red and orange and pink and purple as the sun began to set on this never ending day.
If they had not been burning so deeply for one another, they would have been able to sleep for a week. He could not believe only this morning, they had arrived at the palace, pure chaos ensuing.
The moment they were through the suite doors, Sartaq spun Nesryn around, pulling her wholly into his arms. She sighed in surprise and pleasure. Without hesitation, Sartaq smashed his lips into hers.
“Oh!”
“Hopefully that’s a good oh,” Sartaq said pressing his lips to hers in a hurried fashioned. He pressed his body as close as possible to hers inadvertently pushing them back against the doors. His hands roamed her torso seeking the skin under her shirt as she melted into him.
“Very,” she breathed back, lips already swollen. Her hands too were searching for any purchase she could find, currently grabbing his lower waste, drifting towards his rear.
He moved to capture her lips again, hips pushing into hers, his knee finding purchase between her legs. “I refuse to wait any longer. The distance between us has been agonizing these past days. All I’ve wanted is to grab you and take you.”
“What’s been stopping you?” Nesryn teased now grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his face down as close to hers as possible.
“Too many damn insignificant things,” he grunted. “Come here.” And he hauled her off the door and whipping her towards the bed. All the while keeping their mouths locked, hands on her lower back, and continuing his exploration.
They were all hands and gasps for air between kisses.
When the back of her knees hit the bed’s edge, she broke away, “Wait.”
Sartaq immediately pulled back unsure what had suddenly changed.
“Please sit,” she commanded grabbing the sides of his shirt and swinging him around, pushing his chest to force him to sit on the bed’s edge.
As much as he missed her wandering hands, he enjoyed this demanding Nesryn.
“If we’re going to do this, I have my own conditions,” she said still breathing heavily. She stepped between his legs, and firmly planted her hands on either shoulder.
He grabbed her waist and looked up at Neith’s Arrow. His woman in command.
“I love you,” she said. The first time she’d ever said it. His heart leaped out of his chest and his stomach did somersaults. “But my focus is on this war, and if I get distracted by talks of being Empress, and what our future will look like, I won’t be able to make the right decisions for right now. I can’t think about anything other than here and now. I cannot falter on the battlefield to protect a future we don’t have yet.”
She started running her hands through his hair and then grabbed on to the now short strands at the nape of his neck and pulled down forcing a sharper angle to look upon her. “I will love and make love to you until the day I die, and I will enjoy every minute like it’s my last because I can’t live for tomorrow until I know it exists.”
Holy fucking gods, he was even more in love with this woman, and as Nesryn lowered her face to his, her grip still commanding that sharp angle on which she could kiss him, he utterly submitted to her.
“I yield,” he whispered into her hovering lips and in response, accepting his answer, she finally kissed him again. At first soft like a whispered promise but this angle allowed for too much and he could not resist pushing his tongue past her lips. She did not resist and opened to him allowing him to go deeper and harder. The kiss became all tongues and teeth as their desire overwhelmed them.
All that waiting and distance between them melting away as Sartaq wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap, and forcing her to straddle him on the bed.
Nesryn hummed in satisfaction and her hips rocked against his. He moved his hands to grab her two perfectly round butt cheeks still clad in those tight leathers, and he dug his fingers in, pushing her even closer and on top of him. The friction they both desired insatiable.
A moan finally escaped her lips, the most heavenly sound, as he pushed her harder down into his lap again, her core aligning so perfectly with his hardness, never wanting to hear that sound end, until the kissing and grabbing and pressing was no longer enough.
He slid his hands over her back and under her shirt, already untucked from his earlier attempts. Her skin was warm and flush and soft and he would have kept his hands there all night if not for this undying need to be inside her, on top of her, filling her.
He lost all control and ripped the shirt over her head exposing the bandage around her chest which he quickly clawed at. She pulled away to assist with the mess he was creating.
He pulled off his jacket and shirt. Nesryn still straddled his lap as they undressed themselves but the moment her chest was free, Sartaq stopped to admire their beauty. He immediately dived for the first nipple, already peaked, to feel the soft and firm bud. Nesryn gasped at his nip of teeth grazing their erectness.
She moved to his neck kissing up and down between shoulder and neck, nibbling on the soft juncture between the two. And when she bit just below the ear, Sartaq’s chest grumbled with primal need. Before Nesryn could respond, he’d flipped her onto her back and he was pressing his hips into hers. Everything they wanted and needed still separated between two sets of leathers.
“I need these off,” Sartaq barely managed to growl between his teeth, his desire consuming all else. He felt Nesryn move to unclasp her pants as he moved to her other breast, his hand now kneading the abandoned one. Despite it all, he kept pushing and satisfying his length’s need with all the friction he could get even if it impeded the process of Nesryn actually taking off her pants.
“Get up,” he suddenly ordered pushing off Nesryn. His immediate absence pulling her forward, but she was not scared or fearful. Her face was sex addled with desire brimming in her eyes.
She looked absolutely devourable with her bare chest, tousled hair, and unbuttoned pants.
“I need these off,” he growled again under his breath standing up and pulling her pants at the same time. She leaned back and lifted her pelvis to help him in the removal, perfectly positioning herself on her back, knees spread, now displaying her lace clad center.
Nesryn swears he purred at the sight of her. She bit her lip at the pleasure of his excitement. His eyes smoldered never releasing their stead fast watch of her body writhing in anticipation as Sartaq stood and removed his own pants. His manhood appeared long and hard already pressed up against his toned abdomen.
He stood there smirking and letting her ogle him for his own male satisfaction, watching her eyes roam from his handsome face to his broad tanned chest. They lingered on his muscled torso before settling on his cock aching with desire before prowling forward and crawling onto the bed and over her.
His eyes softened only a little bit as he leaned forward for a soft kiss, one elbow resting by her head to keep his weight off her, and his other hand slowly trailing up her leg and thigh until he reached the spot just below her hip and started toying with the lace straps of her thong.
“I hoped you wore something fine and lacy underneath all that leather, but I might have to ask that you wear nothing at all moving forward”.
His fingers trailed along the lower rim of the lace, feather light touches sending electricity through her legs, arms, torso, and core until his fingers found the perch she so needed him to touch.
He smiled again. “Is this what you want?” He asked softly, slowing slipping his fingers between her panties and folds, only running a single finger on the outer rims.
Nesryn leaned back further, eyes closing as she leaned into the intoxicating touch. “How much can you handle, my Nesryn?” he asked continuing to tauntingly circle the outer rim. “One finger” he asked suddenly plunging and curling one finger up inside her, the anticipation heightening the movement. “Or two?” And then there was a second making her hips buck with pleasure as he slowly moved them in perfect tandum inside her.
He could feel her dripping, the inside of her perfectly tight walls clenching his fingers around their movements. Her lips began to part as huffs of air escaped with the building tension he was creating.
He moved one finger to start teasing her clit at the center of all her nerves which elicited a higher pitched moan and he continued until her legs involuntarily spread further for him, needing him to go deeper, give her more of him.
Please, she started to beg. Please. I need you inside me, she gasped trying to find him without letting go of her ecstasy.
He chuckled at her want.
“I would have thought Neith’s Arrow had more stamina than this,” but he relented out of his own selfish desire and although she gasped at the loss of his fingers, she still —some how—opened even wider for him.
“Let me show you what Neith’s Arrow can do,” she breathed out, finally finding him, grabbing the base of his shaft and twisting it in the most pleasurable movement.
He was past being teased and pushed his length harder into her hands. The next thrust ending closer to her core, her hand guiding them to where they both needed it to be. They did not bother with removing her underwear, only pushing it aside.
He was already dripping when he gently nudged her velvet slickness and before he could take another gentle taste, she wrapped a leg around his torso and pushed her knee against his ass and said, “I’m no novice, push me long and hard.”
Before she could finish goading him, he sunk to the hilt deep and fast letting out his first real gasp at the instant pleasure of pushing against every inch of her walls. She too gasped with pleasure. There was no time to adjust. He immediately started setting a heavy coarse.
He lifted her leg higher around his waist deepening even further. She moaned again, bringing her other knee to her chest. Yes, he sighed. He pushed deeper and deeper until her hands were over her head, bracing against the head board. Her cries were uncontrollable until she suddenly hooked both legs around his waist and flipped them both over.
She was now straddling him, and as she resunk onto him, he felt himself reach that final wall. She did too because she finally let loose, releasing her first scream which became soft moans as she ever so slowly ground against him, hands on his chest, hips circling until he started to feel the swelling of her walls reverberate against him, she forced him to go slow, let her find that spot and build and build until she couldn’t hold back the deep satisfied moan that escaped her, followed by collapse. She lay flat against him savoring her organism, yet he did not fully yield.
As she basked in her pleasure, recovering strength, he continued to gently push in and out ever so slightly to ease her trimmers but never denying his own pleasure until she too was coaxing him back to that hard edge.
He flipped her onto her stomach, raised her hips, and buried himself. She huffed in amusement meeting him where he needed her, spreading her knees wide on the bed and sinking her hips low to the mattress as he lost all control, pumping in and out, balls slapping against her ass cheeks, he could not hold it in any longer and released himself into her howling like a Rukhin.
They stayed in this position for several more minutes until he was completely dry and his seed started dripping down her thighs.
“Gods how I longed to see that sight,” he breathed out finally, squeezing her thigh once, pulling out and flipping her back over.
She was absolutely gorgeous in her satisfaction lying on her back, soaking wet in so many ways, in so many places. She looked at him as he looked at her and she grinned so wide her cheeks must have ached from it.
“You promised to keep me up all night, Prince,” she smirked and he huffed a laugh as he flopped down next to her, rolled onto his side, and leaned onto his elbow to look at her.
“The night is young,” he said trailing a finger up her torso and over her still peaked breasts. “I am nothing but patient and cunning, Wind-seeker.”
At this she burst out laughing again, turned to face him, and pulled him in for an all consuming cuddle.
Too soon though, between the laughing, hugging and perfect realignment of their bodies, they soon, indeed, consumed the entirely of the night.
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Sartaq awoke way after dawn, sprawled on the bed, no covers to be seen. He rolled to his right side and was greeted by the most perfect ass right at eye level, the torso and gorgeous body it was connected to laying on its stomach, chest slowly rising and falling in exhaustive sleep presumably from their activities but also the past few days of endless travel and mayhem.
His fingers could not resist tracing along Nesryn’s backside. Her soft breathing slowly turned into a purr until she opened her eyes and looked over at him.
Without speaking, she closed the space between them and resettled on his chest, one hand luxuriously gliding up and down his shoulder to forearm. Sartaq’s chest rumbled with pleasure in response.
“Should we add the tale of last night to the collection of the Winged Prince?” She murmured, eyes still shut, enjoying his warm body and steady heart beat.
Sartaq laughed vibrating both of them. Only one night in this palace with him and Nesryn was already bringing exuberance and laughter that he had not experienced for many years there. “I don’t think my prowess is in such doubt that anyone needs to relive last night besides you and me,” he jested.
Nesryn smiled against his chest sliding her hand to lazily stroke his left pectoral. “Would you like to add anything to the legend of Neith’s Arrow?” she baited.
His chest rumbled in delight thinking on all the ways she wrought pleasure in him last night, slowly rebuilding an ache he thought had subsided. He pulled her in closer to his chest, and let his hand fall to her lower back where he idly made circles.
“Hhmmm I’m rather selfish and prefer to keep those visions to myself. I don’t want anyone to get ideas and try to steal you away from me.”
Nesryn snorted. “Does the Heir have doubts of his capabilities?”
“There will always be threats,” Sartaq said stiffly. “Now that I am Heir. Once I am Khagan. I will always have enemies wanting to harm me, harm my family,” he said now cradling the back of her head, twirling a finger in the hair at the nape of her neck. A desire to protect leaching from his every touch.
Nesryn finally raised herself from his chest, and leaned onto her side meeting his eyes to watch his suddenly serious demeanor.
“There will always be threats against my wife, our children,” he continued, tenderly running his knuckles down the side of Nesryn’s cheek.
Nesryn swallowed, not out of fear from this omnipresent threat, but our children.
“Does that scare you?” Sartaq asked now running his knuckles over her furrowed brow.
Nesryn shook her head but pondered the right words. “Children,” she started softly. “I… I mean … I don’t think I’m ready for that, certainly not before this war is resolved, but after….” her words trailed again. She did not look away though. She watched for his reaction.
He watched back, searching her moonless night eyes. He would not lie to Nesryn. This relationship, this partnership with his future empress would not start on a foundation of lies or false promises.
“Siring heirs comes with being the Heir. It’s apart of the understanding to accepting the weight of Khagan, and continuing the bloodline.” He paused. “But if we win this war, and you do not desire children, my Nesryn, then I will relinquish this claim. I accepted being Heir to be with you, and I do wish to find another. I also do not wish to trap my Wind-seeker into a life she does not desire for herself.”
Nesryn did not have words. The weight of all these options, all that he continued to lay at her feet was overwhelming. Nesryn had never been considered at the forefront of someone else’s life, a priority outside what she was able to deliver.
So she nodded in acceptance of all these options, and after a while leaned in for a soft kiss. “Thank you,” she murmured, gently taking his lips in hers, feeling his warm breath. She kissed him once and then twice, and on the third she was unable to pull away, did not want to pull away. She deepened the kiss pushing Sartaq back onto the bed.
“I guess I’ll continue taking my fertility suppressant then. Shall I ensure yours is included with your morning khave, my dear,” Nesryn teased.
Sartaq chuckled but did not resist. “Please, my darling,” he taunted back but he could sense how beset she was by all that he offered. Perhaps it was the same arrogance and confidence that had assured him Nesryn would fall for him, that gut instinct in the pit of his stomach that never led him stray, but he knew, she would accept his offer one day. It would take time, maybe years after the war, but he knew once she no longer had to focus solely on surviving, she might seek other desires in her life.
Until then, he would accept whatever embrace she desired to demonstrate his love, affection, and devotion to her. But as Nesryn resettled herself over Sartaq, her soft kisses starting to wander along his jaw, down his neck, and over his chest, his head drained of any of these thoughts.
Her kisses continued down his torso to his muscled abdomen—farther. She took his enormity in hers hands —so hard, he was so hard as she ran a finger down him in wonder. He hissed, cock twitching as she brushed her thumb over the tip. She smirked up at him as she did so again.
And he couldn’t help but return her glance with a lazy, male smile before he settled back, tucking a hand behind his head.
He knew he was being a cocky bastard, but her smirk deepened with her own predatory satisfaction.
Hers. He was hers. He had never wanted anything more in his life.
And she made that claim when she leaned down and put her mouth on him.
He jerked at the contact with a bark. “Fuck.” Her mouth was warm and draped like velvet inside her. He hissed again as she adjusted her soft lips around him, trying to consume all of him, going deeper and deeper.
His hands fisted the sheets, white-knuckled as she slid her tongue over the full length of him, grazing slightly with her teeth. His groan only spurred her further.
Any leash on himself snapped.
He pounced. One second, he was in her mouth, her tongue flicking over the broad head of him. The next, his hands were on her waist and he flipped her onto her front. He nudged her legs apart with his knees, spreading her as he gripped her hips, tugging them up, up before he sheathed himself deep in her with a single stroke.
She moaned into the pillow at every glorious inch of him, rising onto her forearms as her fingers grappled into the sheets.
He pulled out and plunged back in, eternity exploding around him in that instant, and he thought he might break apart from not being able to get enough of her.
“Look at me,” he murmured as he moved inside her, and kissed the length of her spine.
She rose up to see where they were joined, and the sight of her taking him in, thrusting, sweat starting to trickle down his chest as he tugged gently on the back of her hair, it wrecked them both so thoroughly that they climaxed in unison.
Sartaq let out such a guttural cry that he was surprised the palace walls did not shake.
They stayed joined in this position as they caught their breath, slowly regaining their strength to move.
“I think I could use a bath,” Nesryn finally puffed through the exhaustion. Sartaq slid out and rolled over to the other side of the bed, still breathing deeply on his back, but he still had the energy to say, “Is this a solo bath or am I invited?”
“I could make room for one more,” she said slyly rolling of the bed. He watched as her lithe body bounced across the room toward the bathing room archway. She looked back at him with the most intoxicating come hither look as she darted behind the carved screen.
He quickly followed, and found a effervescent Nesryn wading through the shallow yet large bathing pool. Her hair was already soaked from having taken an initial dip, and she was now moving toward him, exposed from her waist up. It was almost exactly as he had dreamed all those nights ago when he had longed for Neith’s Arrow.
“I can’t find the soap,” she said playfully. Sartaq lowered himself onto the pool steps, and took a dunk under water, letting all the sweat and heat roll of him. He emerged fresh running his hands through his short hair. Nesryn had already noted her displeasure at the new length but he assured her it would regrow.
“I can help with that,” meeting her in the middle of the pool, and immediately wrapping his arms around her. They sunk until their shoulders were submerged and Nesryn wrapped her legs around his waist.
He bellowed. “We’re here to get clean.”
“I know,” she insisted but tightened her grip on him.
“Come here,” he said moving them collectively back toward the pool bench along the outer rim. “Let me help you,” he whispered into her eye and settled onto the bench. He removed Nesryn’s arms from around his neck, and twisted her to sit between his legs like he was going to wash her hair.
But then he gently pulled her thighs open, and pressed them firmly against his. She gasped at the sudden, full exposure of her core to the water. He ran his hands along her inner thigh, but actively avoided that spot already feeling teased. He leaned forward into her ear again.
“I’ve wanted you in this position since that first ride together.” His hands ran up her sides, over her stomach, up to her breasts where he settled on massaging them between his fingers. “Your body was so tight against mine, our thighs moving in unison,” he squeezed his highs around hers for emphasis. “I was so hard, I was sure you were going to throw me right off,” he chuckled, but now she pressed closer, letting her ass cheeks slide against his growing hardness.
Pleasure rippled down his spine.
Nesryn pushed her back against his chest, rested her head on on his shoulder. She let out a heavy breath. “I wanted to run my hands all over you,” he continued, removing one hand from its current menstruations to glide over her neck, down her arm, and back over her stomach, over to her outer thigh again. “But what I really wanted to do was slide into those tight leathers, and…” his free hand moved higher up her thigh crossing over into the inner space and circled her lower entrance. It was wide open for him in this position. A singular finger teased her folds. She gasped again. Her head tilted even farther onto his shoulder.
His finger circled and circled until she started to softly whine. His finger found the pearl of her clit and started adding pressure.
“I wanted you to ride my fingers so hard in the skies that it was like a free fall,” he purred as he slid a finger inside her. Between the water, his finger, and her clit, he could tell she was already on edge. Her hips undulated, ready to ride his finger.
“Just like that,” he cooed. He kissed under her ear to the base of her neck and back up again, using his tongue to leave a trail of everywhere he’d been. “Such a good rider,” he praised as she rhythmically rode that single finger like it was the last ride of her life. Her back pressed slow and heavy into him as she fought to create more friction.
Her whining intensified as he felt her ask for more inside her. “I knew you’d enjoy being fucked in the saddle,” he said slipping in a second finger. Her whine became a moan as she rode his fingers hard, his own hips pressing against hers hoping for some of his own friction. The sounds he was provoking from her made him throb.
His two fingers were buried deep inside her, she spread her thighs wider, making her backside squeeze him harder, “Fuck,” he breathed allowing his hips and cock to press into the back and forth motion of hers. He wanted to be inside her again so badly, but this was for her. She deserved this ride.
Her hips began thrusting faster and faster, he moved his thumb to find her clit again, and pinched her budding nipple, “Yes,” she breathed back. “More.”
He added a third finger. She sunk deeper, wanting all he could give, but whining from pleasurable pain. “I knew you could take more,” he whispered as he nipped her ear, “because you took me so well earlier.” She moaned again in response, her breathing becoming frantic. “What else can you take, Nesryn?”
“No more,” she insisted despite continuing to fuck his fingers faster and faster until she finally screamed, the sound echoing around the concave space.
She collapsed against his chest. But he wasn’t done. He needed his own release.
“Please, Nesryn,” he begged. “I need.”
She turned around and leaned in with a kiss and a soft nod. “Let me help you with that.”
He plunged his hand into that luxurious, silken black hair, cupping the back of her head as he tilted her face upward. As he studied those midnight blue eyes, the emotion simmering in them, and quickly pulled her to his lap, but he wasn’t going to take her in the water, no, he stood on the bench, their hips joined, and then lowered Nesryn onto the lip of the pool.
She hissed as her back touched the could stone floor, her breasts peaked even more, exposed to the room air. He hung her legs over the pool lip. With his knee, he raised one leg toward the vaulted ceiling and entered her again. They both moaned in pleasure as he quickly seated himself. His release was already on a precipitous from getting her off before.
Nesryn’s fingers clawed for any purchase against the stone, but none could be found. He halted her wandering hands by hauling them above her head, clutching them with his own, holding her in place until he could plunge further and further. Until he was wound so tight. Release barreled through him once more.
He immediately stepped away and fell back into the pool, a massive splash enveloping the space. Another rush hitting his body like the one just before.
He never wanted to leave this pool, this bedroom so long as he had Nesryn.