Chapter 26

Chapter 26

They flew into the night, with Killen’s arms banded around Sana’a, his wings providing lift.

The moon, so bright this night, streaked the sky with silver swathes of light.

The air was thick with the song of chirping insects and rustling leaves.

A gossamer-like illumination danced through tree branches and skipped over Karth’s mountain peaks on the horizon.

After flying for some time, Killen paused. ‘Would you look at this freakin’ view?’

He unfurled his mighty rachís, turning her back to his chest.

Below them was a dell, white as snow, with lucid-like shrubs and trees lying in a glistening sloping cliff.

Even in the pale moonlight, the canyon sparkled and glistened, the ground resembling a lustrous maze of jagged crystals.

The towering cliffs on either side were made of smooth, glittering krustallos, reflecting every colour of the rainbow. Crystal-clear streams run through the ravine, mirroring the surrounding beauty.

‘They call this the Glass Valley,’ Killen murmured.

An aching pulsed in her soul. ‘This reminds me so much of The Seven Wonders of Shotelai. My home.’

Her last words were tremulous, a whisper, as tears edged from the corner of her eyes.

She dashed them away and turned to find Killen’s eyes on her.

Warm, caring, fokkin’ lighting her up. ‘K’hanys.’

His rasp cut through her sorrow with such that she lifted a hand to counter its force. ‘Don’t.’

Otherwise, she’d crumble and implode.

She tried to turn away, but he raised his enormous hand to tilt her chin so she could not evade his gaze.

‘What do you want from me?’ she whispered, breath ragged, eyes locked on his hands and their heated connection.

‘This.’

He leaned forward and tagged a hand behind her neck.

He kissed her, his lips soft, plaint, searching.

She gave in, unable to resist him, it, them, any longer.

He sensed her surrender, and with a growl of victory, he lifted her into his arms.

Soaring into the sky once more, he tracked a short distance towards the hillside overlooking the valley.

Nestled within the cliff was a cave, a gaping maw of shadow.

It beckoned like a seductress with promises of riddles and mysteries waiting to be uncovered.

The trees that hugged its mouth whispered ancient secrets, their leaves rustling with the knowledge of ages. The air around it was heavy with the weight of forgotten powers and the echoes of long-gone battles.

Inside, it appeared like a hollowed-out pearl. Its white stone walls gleamed with a delicate opalescence that illuminated from within.

The surfaces were adorned with intricate carvings and runes

The cave roof was high and curved, creating a natural dome-like structure. Shadows danced on all facets, created by the subdued light filtering through the trees.

The scent of damp earth and minerals filled the ambience with a hint of something ancient and sacred. Mingling with the fresh air that blew in from outside.

The only sound in the hollow was the gentle drip of water echoing from somewhere deep within.

The ground was made of white, airy sand, so soft it cushioned every step.

It was here Killen set her down, unclasping her from his arms even as his wings folded back and disappeared behind him.

‘Fokk yeah,’ Sana’a murmured, easing herself onto the floor.

She moaned at the softness of the cave’s ground.

When she glanced up, Killen’s eyes were on her, assessing.

She dragged her eyes from his and focused on stretching her muscles after their lengthy day.

He didn’t say a word as he shook his cloak over the soft sand.

From it, he removed a fire stick and cracked it.

Flames shot from its fissured cracks, and he laid it on the surface, where it flickered away merrily.

He reached a hand to her. ‘Come.’

She found herself walking to him and sinking next to him, their gazes fixed on each other.

He massaged her aching legs, his lean fingers loosening her stiff muscles.

She groaned and leaned into it, and her eyes locked to his.

His eyes and hawkstone flashed as warmth began to extend all over her, sliding with sinuous heat between her throbbing limbs.

It was like he was drugging her. Her body slackened, languid in relaxation.

‘What are you doing to me?’ she moaned.

‘It’s an old Devansi trick to relax sore muscles. Aided, of course, by my flashlight and klaw.’

Her lips tipped up into a slight smile. ‘Sable, you’re one fascinating enigma.’

‘Now, this fascinating enigma wants to explore you.’

His face dipped, and he pressed his firm lips on her shoulder, easing aside the cloth of her tunic for more access.

Her treacherous mind sent a command, and her outer metsai cape fell away and unfolded in waves on the soft sand under them.

His mouth twitched, and he grunted in approval as he kissed the hollow of her neck, then lapped it.

She jerked. ‘Killen.’

It was a plea that he answered with a kiss on her chin.

Flicking his tongue into her ear while his other hand cupped the swell of her right tit.

‘For a hick from Devansi, you seem to know what you’re doing,’ she groused.

He laughed against her skin. ‘Haven’t you heard it said that the handmaidens of Devansi are some of the best lovers in the world? What the heck else is there to do on a fissured desert planet? I invested all that free time into learning from the finest.’

She held him by the shoulders and pushed him back. ‘How many of these women did you fokk?’

‘Jealous much, shikari?’

Her eyes narrowed at him. ‘Need to know in case you’re a carrier of some sexually transmitted blight.’

At this, he tossed his head back and roared with laughter that shook his colossal frame. ‘Fokk, you’re a trip,’ he murmured when his eyes finally tracked back to her. ‘Sometimes crass, always sass, and a fokkin’ bad-ass.’

‘You’d better believe it.’

His eyes flamed once more as his hands cupped both her tits.

His thumbs reached out to stroke the tips of her hard nipples, jutting from under her soft tunic.

This sent a jolt of need through her, and she jerked at his touch.

‘I do believe it. I see it, and I want it. Sana’a, do you want it, too?’

Her tired, overstimulated and aroused mind slipped and slid around the myriad of ever-disappearing excuses.

‘You do,’ he answered for her, his rasp a deep drawl against the tender skin of her neck, chin, and temple.

‘I don’t want—’ she lost her words when he ran his hot tongue within the folds of her ear.

‘Allow yourself to feel, k’hanys. Let me ease your ache. Forget your oaths, blades, and sorrow for just a few hours. Get lifted, woman, with me.’

She had no defences left, so she gazed up at him, molten in his arms. The heat radiated off his massive body, flaming her to the core.

She saw raw need reflected in his eyes, plus a heated warmth and care that enshrouded her in safety and security, a privilege she’d long lost many years ago.

With a small cry, she reached for him, tagged his long locks and dragged him to her.

He growled triumph as their mouths tangled some more.

‘Need to see you, all of you,’ he grated between ragged breaths.

In seconds, he’d pulled off her clothes, tearing off her tunic and sleek tights, his eyes blazing a silver inferno as he gazed down at her lithe nakedness.

‘Beauty,’ he rasped, bending so his mouth worshipped her.

Starting with her knees, then under where her skin was most soft and pliant.

He moved up to her thighs, kissing each scar and indentation.

Her eyes widened in surprise and then closed, surrendering to his lips on her flesh.

Her hands pressed against his head, urging him closer as she became more aware of every touch and sensation.

As he made his way higher, the heat built between her legs. Her breath hitched, her heart pounding in a wild rhythm in her chest.

His lips were now at her core. He swirled his tongue around her, sending molten fire through her entire being.

She bucked as a moan escaped her mouth, her hands tightening in his hair.

She was lost in the moment, her mind hazy with desire, as she was consumed by the fire he had ignited within her.

He pulled back, his eyes dark with hunger as he looked at her.

He was reaching for his belt, undoing it with deft fingers.

She stared in awe as his body was unveiled to her.

Even though she was familiar with its contours from training, seeing it as a lover revealed new aspects.

Rippled and straining, each muscle testified to a lifetime of drills, desert soaring and mountain hardship.

As he moved closer, she welcomed the weight of his desire, the intensity of his passion radiating off of him in waves. His eyes locked onto hers, a promise of the pleasure they would share.

His cock sprang free, thick, so impossibly long, veined and hard, glistening with precum that beaded at the tip.

She gasped and reached for it, her eyes feral with need.

With a laugh, he twisted his hips away from her reach

He bent down. ‘No purchase, woman, just stone-cold freakin.’

She sighed when he dragged his tongue over her pussy, lickin’ and working it.

He licked and teased her, driving her wild with desire. Her hands clutched at his hair, urging him on as her body thirsted for more.

And then, with a flick of its tapered point over her clit, he sent her over the edge. She cried out, convulsing beneath him as waves of pleasure washed over her.

He continued to lick and kiss, his lips and tongue working in harmony to bring her to the peak of her desire. Her moans filled the cave, echoing in the cathedral-like space.

Her eyes locked onto his as he levered himself over her.

He bent and pressed his mouth all over her arms and shoulders.

Kissing the ink that flowed over her skin.

Its honey-gold surface was etched with ancient Shotelai words that transformed into blades, swords and shotels of all forms. They flowed up her arms and under her collar, appearing and disappearing like a living artwork on her flesh.

Entranced, he licked each vaporous, diaphanous form.

‘Fokk, Killen!’

At her cry of impatience, he rumbled with laughter and positioned himself at her entrance.

She was wet and ready for him, craving him.

He entered her slowly, grinding against hers as he slid inside.

With breathtaking intensity, he pushed into her, and she gasped, arching beneath him. She moaned with pleasure, her hands gripping his hips as he filled her.

She was no virgin, but the sensation of Killen inside her was like nothing she’d ever experienced, a searing heat that stretched her further than she’d ever been before, coupled with a gentle tenderness.

She moaned with bliss, her hands gripping his hips as he bottomed out.

‘So tight, so wet, khany’s.’

With a groan, he began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate at first but soon picking up speed. He gripped her hips, pulling her towards him, his eyes never leaving hers.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his skin, urging him on. The sensory experience of his cock inside her was overwhelming, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her body.

As he thrust harder, their bodies slapped together with each movement, the sound echoing in the sacred cavern.

He pushed in deeper, his hips moving in a rhythm that was both deliberate and wild. Her hands clawed at his back, her screams filling the cave as the pleasure built to a fever pitch.

Their bodies moved as one, their souls intertwined in a dance of desire and passion.

The scent of their combined arousal filled the air, mingling with the damp earth and minerals.

It was then that she began to feel her soul levitate.

As she stared into Killen’s face, flushed with desire above her, his hawkstone began to pulse, sending shivers through her mind and into her body.

The cave around them shifted.

In Sana’a’s eyes, the white walls began to undulate with moving shadows and golden íkan runes as waves of heat, energy, and light thundered through her.

‘What’s happening?’ she whispered as her passion ratcheted.

‘Your essence is being absorbed into my hawkstone,’ Killen murmured. ‘Into its utmost pleasure centre. I am too k’hanys, so come with me, don’t be afraid.’

She wasn’t. She was incandescent, lit up from within. She shuddered even as her soul levitated.

She arched her back, trying to encompass all of the beauty and pleasure he was giving her. Her eyes crowded with visions so beautiful that she let tears fall.

She was soaring above the glass valley outside.

In her mind’s eye, it turned into a sea of shimmering crystal, the light catching the ravine’s luminous curves and edges like a thousand tiny diamonds.

It was as though the ground itself had become a mirror. It reflected an otherworldly beauty that shifted with every passing moment, a place of ethereal enchantment, a realm of dreams made tangible.

Waves of energy radiated as she was flooded by unconditional love and light.

Her orgasm rushed towards her with a frenzy, her mouth screaming soundlessly, her limbs trembling and begging for relief.

Killen’s lips fell on hers, twisting, suckling as his hand reached between her legs to flick her clit, guiding her to the edge of incandescence.

His hips jutted and out of her, plunging with abandon, matching the rhythm of her heartbeat.

Her climax washed over her like a tidal wave, her scream echoing through the cave as her body shuddered and quaked.

Their hearts pounded in perfect unison as he roared his release and joined her in ecstasy.

Still, her spasms continued in waves that kept rolling higher.

She arched as another cosmic orgasm arced through her.

It began between her legs, up her spine, and into her mind. Then, it exploded in white heat through her forehead to join the energy imploding from Killen’s hawkstone.

It was like a tidal deluge, and her body convulsed.

Her hips thrust with abandon at the intensity of the pleasure, her moans echoing through the cave as the swell of rapture washed over her.

Still bucking against Killen and dizzy with sensual delight, the new sensation slipped from her consciousness as she lay hazy with the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

Killen slicked out of her slow and easy, eliciting even more jolts of pure bliss as their breaths slowed.

Opening her eyes, she found his searching hers as their foreheads connected.

He gave her a long, languid kiss before he pulled back.

She searched her heart and smiled, unable to help herself. ‘It’s uncanny.’

‘What is?’ he murmured, his chest heaving as he came down off their shared high.

She spoke as if in the dreamlike euphoria that had gripped her since they’d been joined. ‘My soul touched Kehenna, the ethereal afterlife of the Shotelai. How?’

She stared at Killen, eyes glistening.

By now, he’d caught on to her wonder, and the lips of his sensual mouth turned up at the ends. ‘I don’t know, k’hanys. I only wanted you to come with me and feel what I do.’

‘Which was?’

‘A journey into wild dimensions beyond your imagination. Where our union was bound to rip the veil between the worlds and produce ecstasy a thousand times more potent than the most exquisite orgasm. Lovemaking so spectacular that we became one for eternity, in this world and the one to come.’

Chest heaving, he gazed down at her, his brimming with emotion. ‘Passion so transcendent it’d be fatal to all preconceptions, difference and division.’

She reached up, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, enjoying the sight of his rippling, sweaty physique. ‘Kíríga, only you could transform what sounds like a bad cliche into a heart-shattering poem.’

His chest rumbled as he buried his head in her nape.

With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes, stroking his hair, still trembling from the intensity of their intimacy.

She was alive, so alive, for the first time in ages.

Much later, Killen pulled out of her with a groan.

Reaching a long arm out, he found a cloth from the reaches of his bag and crawled back into her embrace, cleaning her before clasping her close.

They lay bathed in the fire’s soft glow, their legs and thighs entwined in bliss.

The flames cast flickering shadows on the cave walls, illuminating the pale stone and the intricate carvings and runes.

With their hearts beating in sync and their bodies pressed together, they fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Surrounded by the ghostly forest and the dancing glass slivers of the white valley beyond their crystalline shelter.

He woke her with his lips moving in firm insistence over her nipple, sucking, pulling, undoing her.

Fokk, she was heaven.

She was also one of those women whose beauty ratcheted when they were naked, pliant and writhing under him.

Her thighs, supple and ropey, came up over his back. Capturing him even as she moaned.

Her breath was reduced to soft, audible pants. With each ragged intake, she arced her back, pushing her full tits against his lashing, teasing tongue.

Killen’s mind went to mush as he venerated her breasts, licking and suckling, nipping the stiff buds until they gave off heat of their own.

Sana’a’s keening moans slid between her lips as her hands slid over his sweaty shoulders, threaded through his hair and pulled at his locks and koya in need.

The latter only served to amp his pleasure.

So close to cumming, he tore his mouth away to bury it in her neck, pressing kisses to the flutter of her pulse while he struggled for control.

She tried to find purchase with his cock, but he pushed her back with a gentle laugh, continuing his ministrations.

Licking, suckling, tugging with his teeth, moving from one creamy, rounded mound to the other as she ground her hips against his waist.

Her warm scent flooded his nostrils as his thick length went diamond-hard.

He clamped hard on a nipple, grinding at it with his lips and beard.

‘Killen no more!’

With a mighty swing of her thighs, she upturned them.

Manoeuvring a man of Killen’s bulk was no mean feat, and he smirked when she panted. Her hand fell on his muscled collarbone and pushed to the ground.

Her hips swung in position over his, and she surged downward.

With such force and strength, he bit down a roar as her white hot heat enveloped his cock.

‘Why’d you have to climb on top of me, khany’s?’ he groaned. ‘Damn woman, you’ve got me strung out like a koko user.’

He knifed up, grunting as he’d lost purchase on her nipple and captured it once more, then, with a growl, went for her clit.

Just as her pussy descended once more over his heated length.

They both moaned with abandon, his locks, head, and shoulders dug into the soft sand underneath his head, her hair flying as she rode him hard.

Her pussy was so tight it sucked and tugged so taut on his length.

She twisted in abandon even as their souls leapt out of their bodies and sailed into an ocean of churning shared rapture.

Killen roared as his pleasure hit, hips surging, as he fell off the edge of the universe, soul soaring as his entire being imploded.