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Amunet grabbed her dress quickly, pulling it over her head and covering her practically naked body. She then grabbed her shawl off the floor, wrapping it in one single motion around her head before following Akefia who waited by the door patiently. Throwing her the bag of coins still in his hand, "That's all your worth right there," he grinned.
Amunet rolled her eyes, "And I suppose that trunk, in its entirety, is yours?"
"Yes, but I get you as well," he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into his chest before they stepped outside. He rubbed her cheek with his thumb and kissed her softly, barely touching her lips as she leaned in an attempt to taste more of him.
Moving away from her, he kicked the door with such force it seemed to easily fall from its hinges, despite its solid frame. Taking a step out into the cool night air, Akefia let out a wild yell, signaling Marik and his men to raid the house.
As the men whizzed by her and Akefia, he grabbed one man, single handedly yanking him up by the collar and above him.
"The trunk in the first room on the left is mine, rest assured that I shall receive it in all its original contents," Akefia growled.
"Yes-s-sir," the man choked out.
Akefia dropped him, allowing the man a second to collect himself before he began running to the trunk. Amunet smiled, loving how that crazed look in Akefia's eyes no longer brought fear into her heart, but instead a deep admiration.
A loud boom went off behind them, frightening the horse onto its hind legs as it wined. Amunet saw the familiar glow of fire and knew that Akefia's men had blown something up. As she went over to soothe the horse, she noticed Akefia's eyes were in the direction of the fire, lost in thought. Amunet lowered her own eyes, her hands running over the horse, quieting him as she remembered the night Akefia and her watched their village burn to the ground. She tried not to think about it a second longer for Akefia was lost in his own head, which scared her a great deal.
"My King," she started.
Slowly he broke his gaze, turning his head and taking a step towards her.
"Marik approaches," she said, her eyes falling to the blonde walking slowly up to them.
Akefia turned abruptly, surprised that he had not seen him, despite the fact that he had been previously staring in that direction for some time.
"Akefia. there's far more than I expected. I told the men to be fast, a man of this wealth is surely as rich in friends as well…" he trailed off as he noticed the blood speckled on Amunet's face and yet not a drop on her dress. He smiled, realizing what they had just done, once he looked at Akefia's chest and shendyt, covered in a thick spray of blood. Catching his eye, Akefia grinned back mischievously while Amunet blushed in embarrassment.
"If you want, you can return to the camp, I've got everything under control here," Marik said, heading back to the building that was now burning at a much faster rate, while the screams of the servants and the girls in the harems soon penetrated the night air.
Akefia helped Amunet get on the horse sidesaddle, who was too sore to sit in any other fashion. He caught on the second she refused to lift her leg over the saddle, giving his ego an unnecessary boost as he got on in front of her.
After arriving back at the camp, Amunet slid off the horse the second after it stopped, much to her relief, she awaited Akefia to tie it to its post.
Once the horse was secure, he and Amunet walked in silence towards their tent at the far end of the camp. Halfway through their walk Akefia grabbed Amunet's hand, his calloused thumb running over her smooth skin as they continued. She felt the heat rise in her face as she tried to focus on the torch that lit the path up ahead. As they neared the tent, she grabbed the torch off its post as Akefia took a larger step in front of Amunet, parting the fabric for her to enter as he held onto her hand. Once they were both inside, Akefia dropped her hand and made himself comfortable on the cot, allowing her to put the torch in its place, illuminating the tent.
"Would you like to undress and clean yourself off?" Akefia asked, his eyes closed and his arms behind his head.
Amunet let a smile slip from lips before she took of the heavy dress as well as the top covering her breasts underneath. Grabbing a rag and dipping it in the basin, she began to work on ridding herself of the dried blood.
He opened one eye, watching her delicately cleanse her body of the merchant's blood that accentuated it like specks of rubies.
After Amunet felt a wave of contentment roll through her from being clean, she rinsed the rag out and approached Akefia who had closed his eyes once more.
"May I?" she asked quietly, now on her knees and at his side.
He opened both his eyes, grabbing Amunet and pulling her on top of him, "You may," he smirked. She cleaned his torso quickly, not wishing to straddle him any longer than necessary. As she went to removed her leg up and off of him, his hand grabbed her ankle, preventing her from moving.
"Forgive me, I'm sore from yesterday and today, I just-"
Akefia put a hand up, silencing her. Sitting up, he gently switched their positions, laying Amunet down on her back and sitting on his knees between her legs.
"Be quiet now, understand?" his body language contradicting his serious tone.
Amunet nodded as she prepared herself for him to penetrate her, but it never came. Instead she felt his mouth meeting her inner thigh. His hands slithered up from her ankles to her hips, up across her stomach, and finally stopping at her breasts. His tongue followed similarly, stopping at her left breast and enveloping the rosy bud into his mouth. Amunet moaned as his fingers toyed with other nipple while he sucked and licked, making her squirm and buck under his ministrations.
"Akefia," she said breathily.
He could feel himself hardening as the sounds that worked together to create his name tumbled out of her mouth masterfully.
He hushed her, his breath hot on her wet nipple causing her hair to stand on end as he did so.
She did her best not to buck her hips into his pelvis, for despite the soreness that lingered there, Amunet found herself impervious to his touch. Moving his mouth to her other breast, Amunet's hands clenched the sheet beneath them, her eyes fluttering to the back of her head as her sex grew hotter with each passing moment. She moaned again, louder this time, as he continued to suck on her flesh. He brought his face to hers, watching her mouth agape and her eyes closed in a moment of delirium.
"Amunet, look at me," he said.
Her eyes opened slowly, gazing up at him affectionately, her cheeks flushing so fervently that he could tell even in the dim glow of the fire.
"Tell me what I want to hear," he demanded.
"I love you," she said without a second's hesitation.
Satisfied with her answer, Akefia lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her with as much vigor as she gave back to him. His hand soon drifted down, in-between her legs and began to play with her. As she whimpered for more, Akefia backed away from her and stared at her core, treasuring its appearance. Placing a hand behind both her knees, he positioned himself in front of her before lapping at her hungrily. His tongue pushing into her, running all over her lips, tracing circles over her little bundle of nerves as she stammered out his name. It was only a minute to bring her to climax under his control of her body. She shook violently as she came but still he continued, unable to stop himself from tasting her sweet juices. He held on to her parted legs, keeping them bent in the air as he sucked at her tender opening.
When he felt satisfied, he sat back and watched her float back down from what he had counted as six times. He laid down beside her, wrapping her in his arms as she fell asleep with ease. He stayed like that for some time until he heard the sounds of his men returning from the raid. Getting up with as much stealth and ease as anyone expected of him, he made his way out of the tent with not so much as a movement from Amunet. When she'd eventually wake, a drunken Akefia would be awaiting her to pull him into bed alongside her.