Chapter#222

She looked softly into his brown eyes, trailed her fingers over his brown cheek. There was a little scar on his left cheek, a cut he got falling off that pale Angel Midnight some three months after she had joined his troop and she had flung herself across the courtyard to drag him from under Midnight's hooves. Midnight kicked her in the leg, she had a bruise there for six weeks but at the time she was only concerned to press her cuff to his face and stem the blood trickling down his cheek. All he cared about was Midnight! until she tried to stand and folded up with a laughing groan, clutching her bruised leg.

They sat laughing together in trembling relief that the other one was alright, unable to admit how they felt, joking with each other in an overly hearty way, while the medical staff stitched his cut and pressed an iced compress to her leg. She could still remember the shy happiness of sitting with her shoulder pressed against his shoulder, knowing but not admitting how she had felt to see how concerned he was about her, her heart trembling more than her hands as she glanced sidelong at the cut on his cheek while they stitched it.

Tashka unbuckled her weaponry and laid it to one side of the armchair, she climbed to kneel either side of Vadya's legs in the chair facing him. She put her hands to the long hard collar-bones and strong muscles of his shoulders, stooped her head forward and her mouth met his. She opened her mouth, pressing against his lips to force them open, turning in his embrace so that her body pressed to his. Vadya's tongue came curling into her mouth, caressing her tongue.

Tashka pushed her hand between Vadya's knees and pressed it against his big cock swelling against the tight cloth of his hose. He gave a convulsive wriggle and breathed an exclamation into her mouth. They slid half out of the chair but kept a tight grip on each other, muscles standing out on their backs and chests and arms.

Vadya pushed his hand down the back of Tashka's flimsy knickers to grasp her firm round buttock. Her nerves tingled from his touch, she felt the little shocks tingle out in her sex and let her mouth slip from Vadya's kiss, she gave him a tug so that they slid down the armchair to lie on the floor.

Pleasure was travelling in sparkling sensations all over her body. Vadya was lying on top of her, between her legs, his big cock in the hose pressing against her cunt in her knickers. His head was pushed into her neck, he was mouthing at her shoulder under her soft silk shirt. Tashka wriggled and made a snort of laughter as he gripped his big blunt fingers on her buttock.

Eventually, though, the thought rose dimly in her brain that they might do better without Vadya's hose and her clothes. She rolled his heavy muscular body easily over and got up, despite his arms clinging to her and trying to hold her against him still. She seized the waistband of his hose and pulled his hose and his underpants off, unhooked the front of her black red-embroidered bodice and looked down to see him lolling at her feet on the carpet: big-shouldered, narrow-hipped, brown and muscular, with black hairs on his scarred chest and his hard firm thighs. His eyes were wide and dark with passion.

He knelt suddenly up, tangled his fingers in her knickers and drew her close so his smooth-shaven cheek was against her smooth lean muscular thigh and his face pressed to the hollow between her legs. She looked down at his curly head pressed in between her legs. A quiver went through her lean body like a flame.

Vadya gave her knickers a pull, pressed his face to her, against the dark wiry hair around her sex, his fingers still caught up against her firm small buttocks in the lace of her knickers. Tashka put out one hand and leaned heavily on his shoulder, her legs were starting to go from under her.

Vadya was pulling her knickers down and pressing his face to her, she stepped out of the knickers and he was kissing her sex, pushing his tongue through to lick her clitoris again. Tashka rolled her head on her shoulders, making ecstatic noises, her legs giving way. She slid down to the floor and lay softly back, quivering in his arms. Vadya continued to lick at her, his firm soft tongue running around the firm soft flesh which it had already pleasured so thoroughly. Tashka tossed her head and shoulders about, biting her lower lip and laughing.

When she was nearly helpless with pleasure, she reached down, caught hold of his big hands and pulled at them. Vadya slid up level with her and she grinned at him, her eyes alight with dreams. She could not be troubled now to take off her shirt and bodice, he must have her in them. He had taken a condom out of her pocket and was hurriedly shaking it out the wrapper and putting it on.

Vadya took her behind the neck, leaned up on his elbows and lifted his cock into her, the head nudged to her cunt, he pushed in and pressed deep into her. Tashka gave a satisfied groan, spread her hips and clasped him about the waist. He was thrusting down into her, she was lifting up to him, his big cock sinking down through the slick muscles of her vagina to hit her sweet spot and send the thrills rippling up her body.

The big warm tension was growing in them. Vadya had his lip between his teeth, his eyes were fixed on Tashka's eyes as he pressed his cock to and from the sweet spot in her cunt. Tashka was twisting her head about and making a lot of noise, gripping her arms about his waist, the muscles of her vagina clutching the shaft of his cock. (Hopefully his father would hear and know they were doing their best at least to practice securing the succession.)

They felt as if energy went dancing along their nerves, as if light flashed through and back and round their muscles, as if joy could be a physical feeling. They rocked close in together, tossing a hard kiss or a squeeze into their love-making.

They began to lose the ability to think of giving a kiss or a squeeze, the clear consciousness of the world and their two selves in it disappeared. They knew there was warmth and grip and the tense thrilling mounting feeling. "Tashka!" Vadya yelled. Tashka felt sparkles off sunlit waves glancing through them, deep strong waves rolling out, hot laughter and Vadya el Gaiel was there with her.

Her face was pressed into the tense muscles of his neck. They gripped each other for a quivering moment then slid to the floor. Vadya's head fell to Tashka's shoulder, she slackened her hold around his waist. He lifted himself carefully out while keeping his body pressed to her body.

Tashka lay, drenched in sweat, in her unhooked bodice and unbuttoned silk shirt. Vadya's scarred brown back was slippery under her hands. He said again, softly: "Tashka." She trailed one slack hand up his slippery back and tucked it around the back of his head.

They fell into a deep dark sleep. They lay motionless on the floor, the candles flickered by their bed with the covers on both sides turned neatly back for them. Vadya's head was turned into Tashka's shoulder. Hers was turned so that her cheek lay against his forehead.

After half an hour, Tashka's senses dragged her out of sleep to the awareness that she was painfully uncomfortable. The floor was hard under her back and Vadya was extremely heavy on top of her. She groaned and pushed at his shoulder. He mumbled grumpily and rolled off her, blinked in the candlelight, and looked around him in a puzzled annoyed way. Tashka groaned again, sitting up and rubbing at her sore back where the embroidery of her bodice had been pressed so hard into her that it had left hunting scenes all over her scarred ribs.

"Angels!" Vadya said with a sleepy laugh. "What fools we are! Why are we lying here when we have a big bed to sleep in."

"Ay," Tashka said, rolling her shoulders out. "I am a fool for your body!" She got slowly to her feet, rubbing her naked buttocks. "Come to bed," she said, holding her hand out to help him up off the floor, "and let us do all that, all over again."

Vadya grinned and grasped her hand, hauling himself to his feet. He looked softly on her, standing before him: one foot back, the other forward, her head flung back. She was dressed only in a silk shirt and a red embroidered black bodice which hung open around her tall muscular body. A flicker of desire ran like a flame through the muscles and nerves of his groin.

"Sir," he said, "it is done."