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pain and pleasure, and for marking that fine skin.
"Where is it?" he asked, going to search the saddlebags, striping his clothes away as he
went, tossing them away from the fire.
"Is it wise to tell you?" Oh, Kane was relaxed enough to play!
He chuckled. "It depends on how long you want to take to repack. And whether or not
there's anything you don't want me seeing in these bags..."
"In the back of the darker bag, Eric."
"Now you've got me curious if that was to save time or to save me from finding
something you want to remain hidden." Grinning, he reached around the back of the bag
in question and found the crop and took it, hitting it against his hand several times. Oh
yes, it would do very nicely.
Kane stood, unflinching. Watching. Those thighs were still parted, cock half-hard, filling
for him. So strong. So beautiful. And all his. Kane was magnificent.
Licking his lips, he walked slowly around Kane, the firelight seeming to dance on the
pale skin.
"My lord." One day, they would have the freedom again to spend a day on nothing but
this passion between them.
He ran the tip of the crop from the top of Kane's neck over the long spine and down to
Kane's crack. "This is a promise of the things to come when this is all over." With that he
hit Kane with the crop -- once across the ass and once across the shoulders.
"My lord." Kane seemed to relax into the blows, needing this as badly as he did.
"Yes. Yes." He nodded, hitting Kane again with the crop, and then again.
The sound it made through the air made the horses whinny and he laughed, hitting Kane
again. The sound it made on his Kane's skin made him whimper and he didn?t laugh,
only held his breath and did it again.
Kane's skin began to glow, to just barely sheen with sweat. He could smell the musk and
heat of his lover, his bodyguard.
His center.
They began to breathe together. Without even trying, each exhalation matched and it
informed the rhythm of his strokes. He could see Kane's arms beginning to shudder, the
braid slowly unwinding, letting those hands free.
He moved around to Kane's front, the bruises from where he'd bitten earlier standing out.
Flicking with the very tip of the crop, he hit those spots in quick succession.
"Eric." His name was bitten out, Kane's stomach rippling.
Biting his own lip to keep from crying out, he flicked the crop across Kane's right nipple
again. Kane's cock leapt, the scent of desire sudden and sharp.
Oh yes. Yes. Groaning, Eric slid the crop down over Kane's pectorals and abdomen,
rubbing Kane's prick with it. That earned him a low, deep, rumbling growl, Kane's cock
leaking.
"I know what you want." He hit Kane's right hip. "I know what you need." He hit the left.
Kane's only response was a snarl, a shuddering of those muscles.
"When we have retaken the castle, I will tie you to my bed and whip you until you have
forgotten your own name." He snapped the crop across each thigh. "I will spend hours
making you scream, not letting you come."
Kane's hips began to shift, bucking ever so slightly, in response to his words.
"I will loose your braid and your hair will become wet with your sweat and your blood
and my come."
Kane's chin dipped, a hoarse moan tearing from him.
"Tonight, I am only marking you with my promise that these things will happen. And
tonight you may spend." As he spoke the last word, he flicked the crop gently across the
head of Kane's prick.
Seed sprayed from Kane, the pearly white ropes splashing upon the ground.
"Yes." He leaned against Kane's strength, opening his lover's lips with his tongue and
plunging in for a deep, hard kiss.
That flavor -- the need and pleasure and pain and love -- that was his and his alone. It
made his prick throb, his own need great.
With a cry, he tore his mouth away. "I want you." The words were an inadequate
description of his need.
"Anything." Kane bent and spread for him, eager, willing.
Groaning, he grabbed Kane's hips, and pulled the beautiful body back onto his prick. His
cockhead nudged Kane's hole and then spread it as he sank in.
Hot, tight -- Kane was made for him, made to take him in and hold him tight.
He leaned over his lover, cheek resting against the heated, abused flesh. Groaning at that
heat, at the scent of Kane's sweat, he began to move, hips jerking, pushing him into
Kane's body over and over. That tight hole squeezed him, rippled around him, dragged
against his shaft.
"Kane!" It wasn't going to be long, the adrenaline of the chase, the long day, and Kane
himself all conspired to bring him quickly to completion. "Love," he whispered, jerking
several more times before coming, filling Kane with his seed.
Kane nodded, body holding him tight, holding him like a fist.
He lay bent over Kane's body for long moments, slowly catching his breath, loving the
way Kane held and supported him, knowing his bodyguard would do it as long as
necessary.
Eventually, his back became cold and, with a sigh, he pulled out. Kane's hands landed on
his skin, warming him immediately, holding him close. He closed his eyes and enjoyed
the peace and care he found in Kane?s arms whenever he needed it.
They moved toward the bedding, dropping to it, Kane curling around him as they lay
down.
Keeping him warm. Keeping him safe.
He grabbed Kane's hand and held it tight. "Don't let go."
"Never." It was more than a promise. It was a vow.
Chapter Nine
Boran Firan strode through the halls, moving easily among his own people who now held
the castle as their own.
The Clan of Firan had achieved their victory, as promised to them by their god.
Stopping in front of a small altar to the forest spirits that the dog Ericio and his kind
favored, Boran swept his arm across the stone, sending candles and offerings crashing to
the floor, the heavy scent of pine and earth rising from the debris. He tore the branches
from the wall behind the altar and strode with them to the throne room, tossing the
offending tokens into the fire.
It flared brightly for a moment, a pale imitation of his own Sun God's presence. Indeed,
the forest clans were weak and puny when compared to the Clan of Firan.
In the end, taking the castle had been surprisingly easy.
He'd had men and women scattered throughout the castle, loyal to a fault and awaiting
only his word. From simple maids to the king's own guard, each would die for him, and
each other. The Sun God's people were fierce warriors all, tempered in the fires of that
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