Knights and Eros Bound

Chapter 19

Dressed only in a thin robe, Kampher had slipped behind Anakin and Schurke almost unnoticed. Schurke tenderly placed a blanket over Anakin's sleeping form, knowing that he had little tolerance for the cold.

"Is he going to be all right?" Kampher asked from the doorway. "I don't think he needed such a strong sleep suggestion, Schurke…"

"It's not the suggestion that's done him in," Schurke replied, tenderly stroking the younger man's hair. "He's exhausted… I don't think he's slept for more than a few hours since we started this… this journey."

"He's not the only one," Kampher sighed. "Schurke…"

"Not here," Schurke said quietly. He reached for her hand and led her back to her bedroom.

Kampher sat back down on the bed, making no attempt to take off her robe. Shurke sat down next to her and slowly put his arm around her, but when she pulled away he frowned.

"What is it?" he asked her quietly.

"Schurke… we shouldn't…" Kampher began although she had placed her hand on his thigh. "It would have been nice but…"

Shurke leaned in closer. "But…"

Kampher remained silent, but didn't remover her hand from his thigh. Encouraged, Schurke pulled her closer.

"I don't know," she confessed leaning into him as he began to stroke her back. "I guess I don't want to be one of your… your conquests…"

Schurke swallowed hard. He had stopped rubbing her back momentarily and then began again.

"It's not like that," he whispered. "I... I love you Kam," he said softly. "You, Toboo… and Gris, too. But you most of all." He moved his hand carefully along her side and just under her breast. Kampher shuddered but did not pull away. "You've always stood beside me," he murmured, nuzzling into her hair. "Stood up for me…" his hand slipped under the robe, finding her breast. Kampher moaned softly as he began to caress it, teasing the nipple with his fingertips.

Kampher's hand began creeping up his thigh, smoothing up and down, Schurke knew she was listening intently, and reaching through the bond and the Force for any sign of coercion or deception. Finding none, her touch became bolder.

"You need a friend right now, Kam," Schurke whispered softly. "Toboo has his life mate. Gris… Gris has something else…" At this Kampher pulled away a little, but didn't disagree.

"I am your friend," Schurke's voice was still soft, but had taken on a huskiness. "Friends express their love in different ways…" Now he gently cupped her chin, bringing his lips to hers. A soft kiss. "Kam…"

Tears began to trickle down her face. "I loved her, Schurke…" Kampher admitted softly. Schurke lowered her slowly to the bed, kissing her tears.

"You love her…" Schurke corrected her gently, lowering himself to her. "That won't change at all."

Kampher wrapped her arms around his back and her legs around his thighs, pulling him closer. Schurke gasped, but wouldn't allow this to be rushed. He pushed himself up again, and began suckling on her breast again, stroking her head with one hand, caressing her other breast with the other. Kampher reach down and fumbled with the fastenings of his trousers. As soon as she reached him, she began to stroke and squeeze.

"Come with me…" she whispered into his ear, and Schurke reached into their bond. He could share her sensations, and she his. Distantly, Schurke was aware that even in his sleep, Anakin could sense and partially share in what was going on.

"We'll give… Toboo… interesting dreams," he gasped before Kampher kissed him again, her tongue diving down his throat. She was beyond the point of caring, blinded by the raw need for release. Schurke suddenly found himself flipped over on his back. Kampher mounted him, taking him without preamble or warning, desire overwhelming everything else. Through their bond, Schurke realized that Kampher was the stronger, that she had a gift for reaching into a being's mind that exceeded that of many of the Jedi. It had been well- honed and as guarded as her family origins. Kampher's mother, her mysterious mother, had been a Dathomirian - Force witch…

All rational thought melted away as he approached, no – as he was dragged to climax. Kampher thrust herself down on him, harder and harder and then abruptly stopped.

"K…K… Kam…" He stammered weakly and she began again, harder and faster than before. She was moaning softly, oblivious to her lover's cries as release hit him… hit them together, and for a brief moment, nothing else mattered. Not the War, not the Jedi, not even Gris…

In the morning, the trio was so exhausted that they missed the knock on the door that signified the delivery of a message.