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The four rotated watch shifts through the night, though Nahknani didn't watch JaHahn for more than a few moments before retiring with Lem. It was Chekka, Shevrohn, and Aegon who took turns either sleeping or watching, two at a time to avoid boredom and a mistake.
Shevrohn and Chekka took the first shift, shortly after Nahknani retired to the smaller tent. Aegon tried to follow her, but she was so enthralled with the lost hahkyeen returned, she had little attention for him, and he returned to the fire, defeated.
Aegon took the first rest, closing his eyes in the calming warmth of the fire. He had taken a burning ember and pressed it against the cut on his eye, which closed the wound and healed it mostly, but the fire had a rejuvenating effect on his body as well. Tired and sore from battles and the journey, it was a welcome respite from the rigors of this place to lay basking in the warmth of the flames. He fell asleep in what seemed like mere moments.
When he woke, it was Shevrohn's turn to rest. He chose the tent for his, and Chekka asked for him not to arouse the twins in jest. "Just because I prefer men, doesn't mean I couldn't make them happy for a while," Shevrohn said, smirking at his brother. "Happier than you could."
"And how is that, brother." Chekka asked.
"Just talking, idiot. Or staying silent as I find my own spot to curl up into. I'm sure they'd be happier asleep than if you were to go in there poking them with your stick." Shevrohn turned with that last jest, yawned, then tiredly drudged toward and into the larger tent.
Chekka looked tired himself, but remained vigilant in his watch. He had a different air about him since being "knighted" as if he took the game or practice seriously. "Any stories to keep us awake, your grace?"
"What kind of stories are you interested in, ser?" Aegon asked.
"Have you ever fought in a tournament? The ones they ride horses with the long wooden horn into each other? Or have you ever fought in the pits, where the winner is shrouded in gold, his member sucked dry, and wine is poured directly into his mouth?"
"I've been to a joust, once, I believe, though it was more a training session than a full tilt. I have never ridden in one, save when I was a five year old child pretending." Aegon said, remembering one of the only fond memories of his time at Winterfell. "I've never seen the fighting pits, though. That is a Maraneese tradition, and I've only ever passed through Mareen as a rowman, not an esteemed captain or lord."
"I always wanted to be in a 'tilt' as you say or a battle in the pits. I've always wanted glory. Life seems too short to not leave behind a legacy of greatness. Whether it's as a lover, fighter, conqueror, or even just a father, I've always wanted glory and greatness." Chekka said, looking into the fire.
It was my own vain lust for glory that led me here. "I can relate, ser. But, there's no glory in tilts and fighting pits. Just momentary cheers from a mob, then in a day or two, all is forgotten."
"Yes," Chekka said, with a grin, his thick blocky face glowing orange in the faint light of the flames, "but for that one day, for those short moments, to hear the chants of a crowd would be surreal."
Aegon heard chants just a few days ago. He knew the feeling Chekka wanted. "What we do here, may be that moment for you, though we will have to survive to hear the chants."
"What are we even doing, your grace? I'm glad we killed those men and all, but we could have done that staying with the rest of our clan." Chekka said.
"Come the 'morrow, we'll ask JaHahn some questions that will help us better understand exactly what we're doing. All I know is I'm following my destiny." Aegon replied.
"All I know is I'm following my destiny," from behind them, Nahknani approached the fire mocking Aegon's last statement. Chekka giggled at the jest.
"What are you doing up?" Aegon asked, happy to see her.
"Lem started to snore so loudly, he woke me up and I couldn't get back to sleep."
"Come, sit, myself and his highness are just contemplating glory and legacy." Chekka said in a lordly manner. He was taking the knight thing very seriously, or took the joke very seriously.
"Sounds like it'll be easier to sleep here, then." She responded, sitting down in front of Aegon between his legs, grabbing one of his arms and holding it close to her. She leaned back into him and nestled into his chest with her auburn topped head and bit his arm gently.
"By the looks of it," Chekka said, gathering himself to stand, "I should give your graces some privacy. If you need me, I'll be in the larger tent, trying to rouse some pleasure of my own."
"Don't poke the wrong body, your brother's in there, and he might not stop you." Aegon said, holding back a chuckle.
Chekka rose to his feet and looked at Aegon saying, "Our eyes see better than yours, pink king, excuse me, your grace. I'll be able to tell who I'm prodding. Even so, I could tell by the smell."
"Your brother stinks, Chekka?" Nahknani asked.
"No, the twins do. They smell of the ocean and sweat. It's a smell I've never smelled before," he rubbed his hands together, "and I like it."
He turned and snuck into the larger tent, as Nahknani nestles further into Aegon's embrace, wrapping his other arm around her.
"I thought you were spending the night with Lem." He said.
"We still haven't finished from before," she said, turning to look up at him, her eyes twinkling in the orange glare of the fire.
JaHahn's tree rustled, he moaned, and both Aegon's and Nahknani's heads popped up alert and looked through the darkness to see what their captive was up to.
He jostled himself back and forth wildly, trying to break free, until all that were awake heard a loud crack. JaHahn screamed out in pain, holding the shriek for moment longer than Aegon thought would be normal, then spoke something in their language. He said something that sounded like, "Nani."
He continued calling out, ever so often evoking the name of the red headed woman in between Aegon's legs. "Should we see what he wants?" Aegon asked, standing up.
"Leave him. He means nothing."
"Still, we should check to make sure he cannot break free. It is the reason I'm up."
"He's not the reason I'm up, you are. Sit, stay away from him." Nahknani seemed like she didn't want Aegon to know what he was saying.
"Nani, I'm sure it's nothing, but I need to make sure he's secure. I will be right back."
"No, I'll go. You stay here."
"What is it that you don't want me to go over there?" Aegon asked, knowing that something else was going on.
She paused, as she did, looking away into the distance for a brief moment, then back into his eyes. "You told me you've never been with a woman. And for that, I think you all the more attractive. If you speak with him, he will tell you things that make me less."
"You've fucked him?" Aegon asked bluntly. He didn't say it with anger, though he could feel himself getting hotter. His heart was beginning to race, beating faster and harder. His face started to feel flush, like the flames had finally been able to warm him, but it wasn't the flames, it was jealousy.
"We've known each other, yes. Remember, we were betrothed. Before all this. Before I met you."
Aegon knew it wasn't rational to feel anger toward Nahknani, but he felt a blind passion building inside him, bubbling to into an irrational fury. For the first time in his life, he was beginning to feel that he had found someone to connect with beyond the base levels of attraction and lust. He had convinced himself that this relationship with a beast was worth it because of the mutual attraction each had to each other in a deeper meaning of the word. He had finally just come to terms with the idea of even thinking about Nahknani like that, feeling odd to kiss her. Now, his mind was steaming with the heat building up from his overworking heart.
He didn't know what to say or do, he was just standing there, looking blankly into the dead air between them. His eyes caught a glance of her face. She was bare again, like when they spoke after the kiss. She was open and vulnerable. Her expression sank to a desperate plea with her eyes to forgive a transgression he should have never been upset about. But he was. Though, as he looked at her, her eyes and mouth pitifully drooping down, he wanted to make it ok. He wanted to ease her apparent pain. Her silent shame.
He softened his own hard expression and stepped back toward her. She had stood up, and he met her with a firm embrace, holding her shoulders in an intense but gentle grasp. "I am upset, but not for good reason. I should not care about your past, but I do." He looked deep into her eyes, speaking softly and close enough to reach his head toward her and kiss. He reached up to her face, and held it gently in his right hand. "There is something very frightening in the way I look at you. The way I see you. I've never known anyone the way I'm getting to know you. And the way we kiss," he stopped and leaned into her lips with his. The same sparks ignited as they touched. His blood danced in his veins and his member began to stiffen. "I . . I . . I can't describe it."
"I feel it too." She said just as soft, looking into his eyes with a small tear in hers and a smile. "I'm sorry about my past. I was supposed to be his. I never knew any of this would ever happen. But I'm glad it did. When we first met, I just wanted to fuck you. Now that I know you more, I wish I never knew anyone else."
She leaned in starting another kiss. The two continued, Aegon not knowing if he was pissed or horny, and he slid his hands down the side of her frame, from her face, to her shoulders, to her hips, then reached around with his right arm, grabbing her ass and pulling her into him, tightly. She lifted her right leg and wrapped it around the small of his back, and thrust her pelvis into him, rolling it back and forth against him.
"You want me now?" She whispered into his ear.
He did, but not in front of her former fiancé tied to a tree behind them. He felt like he always had an excuse, but if he really felt strongly for her, differently, would he want it to be in the dirt in front of her bloodied former lover?
He back his head away to answer. "Yes, but not now. We are supposed to be keeping watch over him, not torturing him, . . yet." He smiled at his joke, but she lowered her leg back down, and almost forcibly pushed Aegon away and recoiled back into herself.
"When will you want me?" She said, just as softly, but with a sorrowful desperation. "There will always be a reason I repulse you. I know I'm not one of your pink girls, but will you ever want me like I want you?"
Her expressions always immediately evoked emotions from him, but not usually action. He thought on her words for a moment. Then, he thought on her culture. Her home. He was never going to get a chance to lay her gently down on a featherbed and cover her nakedness with sheer soft linens. He was never going to find a time where there wasn't danger just around every bush and tree trunk. Fuck, he thought, we could both die tomorrow.
"You're right," he said, grinning devilishly at her. For that moment, he drank her in. She was standing in between him and the fire, her back to the flames. As the sparks cracked behind her, sending up darting orange flares, the glow from the heat trimmed her auburn frame with a magical glow. The flicker of the light darted across her face and features, and the round full shapes that made up her femininity were highlighted and almost magnified in the warm soft glow. She looked as perfect as anyone had ever looked to him. Even the red woman.
He quickly and gruffly stepped to her, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her into the air. She leaned down to kiss him angrily, almost biting him as she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his semi-singed head of hair.
He brought her down to the ground near the fire and dropped her there not hard enough to cause pain, but not gently either. As he stood back up and unlaced the strings of his breeches, she looked back up at him, biting her lip and grinning from ear to ear with that evil grin. Her eyes were wide, and shimmered next to the flames. She untied her vine wrap from behind her and wriggled it off of her as he pulled off his boots off and pulled down his pants.
His member full erect, she popped up to a sitting position and grasped at it. Her face looked as it would say, "Finally," as she beheld his cock, caressing it with both hands, inspecting it with that same evil grin still stretched from ear to ear. "Your bigger than him," she said. "Much."
"Just shut your mouth and unwrap your pussy." He lowered himself to his knees and shoved her back down to the forest floor. She giggled, and slid a bit away from him and spread her legs. Her sex was still covered with the vine wraps, but not for long, as she slid each layer around her, sensually and slowly, closing her legs to hide her treasure as it was revealed. She wasn't as hairy as Aegon thought she would be, the glowing auburn hair thin and short in soft locks around her area, and her legs were covered in red that felt more like the top of her head than the pelt of an animal. It thinned up to her pelvis until it was smooth, soft pale skin. She wiggled back and forth to pull the rest off and crossed her legs covering herself. Then he looked into her eyes. "You want me now?" she whispered.
He crawled to her, and on her, kissing her as he rested his body down into her. She kept her legs closed, and his member hung down below him, placed intentionally above where her legs hid her opening. He kissed her, propping himself up above her with both hands on the forest floor, his body pressed against her.
He broke away from her lips and began kissing her lower. Her chin. Her neck, sucking and biting at the pale flesh. Her collarbone. The top of her breast. Her nipple, flicking it first with his tongue, then sucking on it gently. The bottom of her rib cage. Her navel.
Then he sat back up and reached down to her crossed legs. He traced the side of her legs with his hands, slid softly down to where they were crossed, where each inner thigh met, covering her opening, and pulled them apart, deliberately, but with care. She pushed back against him as he opened them, trying to hold them closed just slightly. She giggled as he pushed them open harder, then she let go and they flew wide open. The wet glistening lips of her pussy seemed to glow as she revealed it in the light of the flames.
His dick had never been harder, but something drew his mouth toward it. The smooth pink wetness between her thighs beckoned him in, and he met her lips with his again, landing soft but firm kisses, smacking his lips at the top of her opening where he was taught by a harbor girl to play. He had never done what he was doing before, but from what he'd heard from Lem's conquests, he knew enough, or so he thought.
In truth, he thought very little, other than his animal mind thinking yes and his eyes drinking in her exceptional beauty. His heart and blood mixed his emotions between a loving bliss and a hungry thirst, but everything felt right. Especially the soft slick skin of her lower lips.
As his tongue traced up and down near the top of her opening, her body began to writhe in extasy. She moaned sounds and words he'd never heard. Once she moaned "Drahkness Kahn," but he assumed that was for his benefit. He kept going. She kept writhing, and the world around them seemed to all but fade away.
Her moans increased in frequency, moaning shorter and quicker. He matched them with shorter and quicker licks, until her back arched, her limbs stiffened, and she seemed to be holding her breath in. Then her body quivered, shaking like she was cold, and she dropped. Her body relaxed and she let out her breath with a long but quiet sigh.
He had never been harder, as he climbed up back into position to enter. He lifted up one of her legs and brought it up to his shoulder as he slid his hips towards hers. He felt her wetness with her tip, and slid gradually into her. She exhaled as he stretched deeper into her. Then she called out loudly when he pushed deeper still. The feeling inside of her was better than he imagined, as the skin around his shaft clung to him with a warm wet friction. He pulled back and pushed into her again, soliciting another moan that mixed with a deep laugh as she smiled and moaned, "Yes," looking into his eyes with a thirst of her own. "Yes," she kept saying with every thrust into her. "Yes, yes, there. Ooooo yeess!"
He pumped as far as he could into her each time, savoring the warm tingle building around his shaft each time he pushed in. Her pussy was soaked and slippery, but his tip still dragged against her walls, sliding in and out with such ecstasy, he couldn't hold himself in much longer.
She felt him begin to pulsate and ordered, "Finish in me, now."
He did. The rush seemingly flowing from the bottom of his toes. No, the bottom of his soul, as he pushed deep into her, holding her soft body tightly into his with one arm behind her head and the other gripped crushingly around the cheek of her ass. He pumped his hips as he finished, kneading into her with the last of his stiffness, trying to extend this last bit of pleasure.
When he was done, he rolled off and out of her, lying next to her, and looking into the dark canopy. The light bugs twinkled in the distance, seemingly so far away as he laid in the pool of his own euphoria, still somewhat numb to the world beyond the beautiful eyes and thick luscious features of Nahknani's body.
He reached out for one of her breasts, cupped it in his hand, and rolled toward her. Her flesh was warm, soft. He could feel her heart racing beneath his fingertips. He could feel his own heart pumping fast and faster as well.
She turned to him and smiled, brushing a brown lock of his brow. "That was quick," she said, smiling evily.
"Was it good?" He asked. She changed her expression from evil to adoring.
"That's so cute. You care?" She asked.
"Anything I do, I want to be the best at it."
"Oh so you don't care if I liked it, you just want to be able to boast?" She asked, curling the brown lock with her finger.
"No. I do care." He said softly. She smiled at that and laid down, nestling underneath his arm.
"It was perfect." She said.
"You're welcome." He laughed in his head. She seemed to as well, but they were both too far away to do much more than smile.
Their world was just the two of them, lying naked in the glow of the flames, both looking into the light bug lit canopy as they danced for them in smooth circles. A rustle from elsewhere woke them up from their bliss.
Shevrohn yelled to them, "You two done?"
They remained silent for a moment, waiting for the other to answer then both replied with, "Yes," softly and in unison. Aegon thought it was cute.
Shevrohn stepped to them and neither moved to cover their nakedness. He looked at their faces with anguish on his own and cried, "Where is the prisoner?"
Fuck.
