Goneril stretched to retrieve a candlestick that she knew was just beyond
her reach. The action hiked her skirt and pushed her breasts tight against
her bodice. She let her head fall back, as if she were trying to see what
she could not reach. Her hair slid sensuously down her back. She calculated
that last gesture would cause Tamerlane to salivate if he was watching her
as closely as she expected.
The aroma of an aroused male assaulted her nostrils. She bit the inside of her cheeks to keep a smile from escaping.
Tamerlane copied the stance of the female, with one slight adjustment. He put his right arm around her waist to steady her. His left reached for the object, brushing her arm casually as it stretched upward. The Reincarnation was overcome by restlessness. He adjusted his stance, spreading his legs so that his feet were planted on either side of her. He surrounded her. Light could not pass between her bottom and his pelvis. The heat generated by their proximity chased the chill from the air.
She lowered her arm first, bending it so that her elbow brushed his ribcage. She twisted slightly, causing her buttocks to brush across the front of his leathers. Her head swung toward him. All it would take was a minute move to the right and he would be in a position to devour her earlobe. Instead he brought the candlestick down in an arc that captured her.
She leaned back, pressing her body against his. He tightened his grip on her waist, then pushed his pelvis into the soft muscle of her backside.
His lips lingered on her ear, while he whispered, "Let me help you?"
The boy was not talking about the candlestick of that she was certain.
"Why didn't we tell Beka about the content of Cargo Bay 15?" Dylan asked Tyr as they strolled through the walled garden.
"In the beginning? Control." Tyr grinned wryly.
"In the end?" Dylan stopped, causing Tyr to halt and turn.
"Control." Tyr said shaking his head at their folly.
"An illusion, wasn't it?" The Admiral cocked his head and waited for The Kodiak to speak.
"Rommie had more control than any of us. She knew our secrets, our desires, everything." Tyr placed one hand on each of the Admiral's shoulders. "The only thing she couldn't control was her desire for you."
"Was it that obvious?" Dylan asked.
"You knew too. You controlled the situation by not acknowledging the existence of her desire." Tyr released his companion.
"Which is what we did to Beka." Vision was perfect with hindsight.
"Our current situation is about control." Tyr noted.
"So all we have to do is figure out who appears most oblivious to the current climate." Dylan eye's sparkled as he scented his quarry's trail.
"Exactly." It was just like old times. Goneril took the candlestick from his hand and placed it on a lower shelf. To reach the shelf she had to stretch forward once again. Tamerlane responded to her shifted centre of gravity, by moving his hands up to cup her breasts. As her nipples hardened at his touch, she pressed her backside into his groin.
When the candlestick was safely stowed, he pulled her back against him, stilling hold her breasts. His mouth returned to her ear.
"Some cadets have told me that the females in your family," Tamerlane released a breast so that he could draw her skirt up to her waist. "Insist that displaying males prove their ability to satisfy. Is that true?"
Her answer was to shift her stance, granting him access to her arousal.
The growl that escaped from the boy was a mix of triumph and fear. The couple was cemented to the spot. Still facing the shelves, their backs to the door. No daylight came between them. They were fully clothed. The scent of their arousal stripped the scene of its innocence.
His left hand continued to caress a breast. His right stroked her womanhood. He rested his chin on her right shoulder, his lips against her ear. She kept time to his stroke by rubbing her buttocks against his groin. Their hearts pounded in unison.
"Your scabbard weeps with desire, as my sword cuts the air with longing." Tamerlane recited the first line of an erotic poem. "Our tongues thrust and parry, in a battle of joining."
Goneril cried out with release, collapsing against the boy.
Slowly they sank to the floor. He carefully cradled her in his arms, pumped with endorphins, stifling a need to howl.
"Tamerlane. Take a cold shower."
The boy froze, adrenaline overriding the endorphins. He released Goneril and jumped to his feet. He refused to look at his stepmother, as he did her bidding.
Beka turned her attention to Goneril.
"You betrayed my trust."
The aroma of an aroused male assaulted her nostrils. She bit the inside of her cheeks to keep a smile from escaping.
Tamerlane copied the stance of the female, with one slight adjustment. He put his right arm around her waist to steady her. His left reached for the object, brushing her arm casually as it stretched upward. The Reincarnation was overcome by restlessness. He adjusted his stance, spreading his legs so that his feet were planted on either side of her. He surrounded her. Light could not pass between her bottom and his pelvis. The heat generated by their proximity chased the chill from the air.
She lowered her arm first, bending it so that her elbow brushed his ribcage. She twisted slightly, causing her buttocks to brush across the front of his leathers. Her head swung toward him. All it would take was a minute move to the right and he would be in a position to devour her earlobe. Instead he brought the candlestick down in an arc that captured her.
She leaned back, pressing her body against his. He tightened his grip on her waist, then pushed his pelvis into the soft muscle of her backside.
His lips lingered on her ear, while he whispered, "Let me help you?"
The boy was not talking about the candlestick of that she was certain.
"Why didn't we tell Beka about the content of Cargo Bay 15?" Dylan asked Tyr as they strolled through the walled garden.
"In the beginning? Control." Tyr grinned wryly.
"In the end?" Dylan stopped, causing Tyr to halt and turn.
"Control." Tyr said shaking his head at their folly.
"An illusion, wasn't it?" The Admiral cocked his head and waited for The Kodiak to speak.
"Rommie had more control than any of us. She knew our secrets, our desires, everything." Tyr placed one hand on each of the Admiral's shoulders. "The only thing she couldn't control was her desire for you."
"Was it that obvious?" Dylan asked.
"You knew too. You controlled the situation by not acknowledging the existence of her desire." Tyr released his companion.
"Which is what we did to Beka." Vision was perfect with hindsight.
"Our current situation is about control." Tyr noted.
"So all we have to do is figure out who appears most oblivious to the current climate." Dylan eye's sparkled as he scented his quarry's trail.
"Exactly." It was just like old times. Goneril took the candlestick from his hand and placed it on a lower shelf. To reach the shelf she had to stretch forward once again. Tamerlane responded to her shifted centre of gravity, by moving his hands up to cup her breasts. As her nipples hardened at his touch, she pressed her backside into his groin.
When the candlestick was safely stowed, he pulled her back against him, stilling hold her breasts. His mouth returned to her ear.
"Some cadets have told me that the females in your family," Tamerlane released a breast so that he could draw her skirt up to her waist. "Insist that displaying males prove their ability to satisfy. Is that true?"
Her answer was to shift her stance, granting him access to her arousal.
The growl that escaped from the boy was a mix of triumph and fear. The couple was cemented to the spot. Still facing the shelves, their backs to the door. No daylight came between them. They were fully clothed. The scent of their arousal stripped the scene of its innocence.
His left hand continued to caress a breast. His right stroked her womanhood. He rested his chin on her right shoulder, his lips against her ear. She kept time to his stroke by rubbing her buttocks against his groin. Their hearts pounded in unison.
"Your scabbard weeps with desire, as my sword cuts the air with longing." Tamerlane recited the first line of an erotic poem. "Our tongues thrust and parry, in a battle of joining."
Goneril cried out with release, collapsing against the boy.
Slowly they sank to the floor. He carefully cradled her in his arms, pumped with endorphins, stifling a need to howl.
"Tamerlane. Take a cold shower."
The boy froze, adrenaline overriding the endorphins. He released Goneril and jumped to his feet. He refused to look at his stepmother, as he did her bidding.
Beka turned her attention to Goneril.
"You betrayed my trust."