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Book 4
Siha: Rise of Rakhana
Part II
Braith turns with light steps on her bare feet, re-connecting to her husband's sturdy frame amid soft music and poetic dance. She looks into his emeralds as he moves her hips with his, keeping her near. The music quickens…She teeters with their turn but Casnar holds her lower back as though bringing her navel to his spine with a firm hand, "…Much better…" He trails his nose up her neck to her ear as he whispers.
Hitching up her hip with his hand, he hugs her knee behind his back.
Ylyssus glances at them—back in Elutha from their day in the capitol—from feeding the twins, Jenner and Jaspin.
Casnar brings Braith back to his chest from dipping her, "…So much for your confidence in getting us out of Elutha for dinner in the city."
She spins with his slap of her hip, twice to make her go faster, then tugs her back to his chest, Braith sliding her palms up over his neck to his smooth tapered crests at his nape, "…A gal can dream, can't she?"
He chuckles, burrowing his face into her neck as she shrinks a little against his tease, "…She absolutely should."
"My turn soon, Sered," Ylyssus reminds them and spoons more food towards the twins.
Casnar frowns briefly, but takes Braith with him into the next rooms, away from the twins' sight and Ylyssus…
He holds her tight in his arms as he buries his mouth into her neck, biting and suckling on her perfumed skin. "I hope you're feeling better?…"
Pushing back his head, her hands either side of his temples, Braith touches her lips to his, smiles, then locks their lips together…Hiking her leg up on his waist and planting herself firmly on the ridge in the front of his pants, she pushes the door closed behind them, "…I guess that's a yes," he chuckles and his hand lowers under the hem of her dress, seeking upwards between her soft thighs…His fingers play until her soft puffs of breath leave his member in a most painful, sensitive state...
"Sit down," she pushes him backwards onto the bed, having walked through the cotovatre and into their boudicea…
Stripping Casnar free of his suit, pant-leggings, and the tight synthetic underwear, she kneels and unbuttons one of the tabs on her dress's bodice, takes him in her mouth and suckles on his cock.
Casnar gives off a soft, pleased sigh and runs his fingers through her black hair, his eyes down on hers as she gazes up at him and tastes him with her mouth, "…Kala, you're good to me…" Braith bobs all the way down and back from his hilt, Casnar wincing at the sheer pleasure of her warm tongue, "…Mithras…" His eyes open wider as she removes him from her mouth and turns, lifting up her dress to take a seat on him…Her heat engulfs him and Casnar leans back as she swivels her freckled hips up and down, teasing him with the dance of that dress and what he feels but can't see, "…My lover…" His arms wrap around her waist to her front and he slaps his hips upwards into her thighs and the dress, "…Mithras, you feel incredible…" He drives up faster, eliciting sharp gasps from his wife as he stands off the bed, moving her forward and bending her by the hook of his arms around her stomach, "…Is that what you've been wanting, Love," Casnar says breathily. He takes hold of her neck and gently tightens his grip, pulling her upright before releasing her neck to grasp her long hair with his gold fist, "…Harder?"
"Please, Casnar," she gushes out between impacts, the soft dress and her skin arousing him to grow throbbing hard and piston into her cheeks.
Casnar emits a soft, building growl from his belly, thrumming from his chest as he copulates with his wife and mitan'cela…One day they'll have a real marriage, he thinks, and not be prisoners in this holo-dome fortress they must live in to remain on Kahje, free of punishment and incarceration—though that is what it is…Casnar sits back with her on the bed, Braith rising from his swollen, wet, shivering shaft to turn and face him, straddling his muscular thighs with her pale-freckled knees and realigning her heat with his cock's head, then sliding down and resting with him deep. She rises up, lands, and forces a little gust of breath out of him, "…Does that feel nice, Casnar my love?" He nods, an expression so ridden with rapture that he looks miserable and she checks to be sure he's okay, but he smiles.
"More than nice, Braith, I love you…Ride me…Ride me all you want," he leans back and watches her face, shoulders and hair as she moves on him on the edge of the bed, his back against the covers, palms behind the nape of his neck…Her fingers dig into the muscle over his ribs as her hips swell and flicker against his body, "…You've got some tension in you…Take it out…Take it out on me, Braith." Casnar sits up suddenly and licks her shoulder, hugging her to him as his mouth joins hers and they moan softly in the dazzling series of fast, frantic thrusts on the bed corner, "…Fuck me," Casnar tells her between a kiss, "…You've had a rough day…" He looks into her eyes as he leans back again.
Braith starts to rock her hips on him, harder, more passionately, taking his invitation to its fullest, his member as deep as she can, "…Casnar," she closes her eyes, black hair falling back to wave over his thighs, "…Oh, gods, I love you…I need you," she exhales as Casnar rockets upwards, slapping his thighs under hers, his hand behind her hamstring.
"Yes, you do," he lifts himself up more, abs rock-squares and bulging as he flexes himself forward and licks her clavicle, "…Good, sweet, beautiful mitan'cela of mine," he coasts his breath over the wetness he's left on her skin, "…Feel it?"
Braith clings to his neck, her body moving hard against him as she looks into his eyes, "…Yes, yes, I'm coming soon," she loses herself in the pleasure, Casnar softly cupping her buttocks as she lifts and parts with his thighs, only to slap down again and impale herself further on his swollenness, "…Soon…" Her eyes close, unable to keep them open as ripples of climax start to thunder through her, "…Oh…Casnar…"
"Not too loud," he chuckles, wincing more as his head starts to feel the bloom of the impending orgasm about to rock him, "…Hopefully the kids don't hear—"
Leaning her brow against his and hearing him moan softly, she licks his tebral valleys between the spines of beading venom, "…Come with me, Casnar," her tongue flirts with his…She pulls her dress up, out of the way over their joining, and he can feel the fabric sweep up over his waist, "…You're so hard…" She sees his eyes slimming, the peak just within reach…
Gripping the front of her dress, he pulls apart the panels, buttons separating from the well-stitched eyelets, "…Here I come, Braith," looking from the freed breasts to her face, he fires his hips faster…He lifts and turns her, dropping her onto the bed, her back on the covers and her arms over her head as his body slams between her legs, her grip tightening on him in orgasmic bliss…Her face full of rapture and tension from his taking over and his vigor, "…I love you in a dress," he whispers…Braith's lips part in a silent drawing in of air as his golden hips whip in a blur of movement…The sight of her face, the wild bounce of breasts and the silken dress as he shakes her makes him ejaculate…He lowers his head and catches a nipple with his teeth, one of the raised barbs of his tebris nicking her breast as she speaks his name. "Yes," and he whispers this breathlessly back in reply, his cock twitching inside her heat...He lays down next to her, connected, his seed entering…
Her forehead under his chin and tebris, Braith's long fingers rub against the bare golden skin of his chest…She kisses the nipple-free pecs and tenderly sets her teeth into his clavicle.
They lay in each other's breaths, listening to Ylyssus and the twins outside in the cotovatre…The time glows on the clock on the wall, near bedtime for the twins.
Casnar shifts, withdrawing his member, but reinserting himself inside her warmth, drawing a pleased hum from his wife before he asks, all due seriousness, "…Braith?" He kisses her fingers that have set against his pleat of his lips, "…why do you want to go back to Bangal'roux and find that thing…"
"I want to find Cemal, Casnar," she looks up at his eyes, "…He is my husband, too."
"You know Cemal is gone," Casnar says, "…You said yourself they've all been…burned," he witnesses her eyes well with tears of pain and anguish, and Casnar moves his hands to her face and arm, cupping her cheek and smoothing away the tear from her eye closest his thumb, "…You cannot confront his attacker, Braith..."
She looks unwaveringly into his emeralds, her voice rough through the tightness in her chest, "…If someone made me have to kill myself to protect you and the twins, wouldn't you want to find the threat and destroy it," she listens for his answer.
He has none for her that he must speak…His eyes tell her what she needs to know…
Casnar's arms pull her tighter.
Pulling the covers over Jenner, he glances at Jaspin across from his twin, asleep in his own hutch-bed...A heavy golden hand draws down over his eyelids, thinking to himself what Braith would find on Rakhana.
Something that could wipe out morthwyls in a matter of hours…
He hears Ylyssus make a gasp from the other room—a little louder than he should have—the door closed to the cotovatre. In their shared bedroom, Braith must be tantalizing Ylyssus with her body and that dress Casnar's already damaged…
I don't mind it like I used to, he thinks, …Leaves me to worry about troubles while Ylyssus satiates our wife's needs…Casnar rubs the whorl of Jenner's little tenness with his thumb.
How devastated would I be if this thing that attacked Bangal'roux…came for Braith and the twins?…
Jenner takes a trembling breath, squirms and rolls to snatch his father's wrist in a fierce little hug…
What if I use the shards to find something about this Great Enmity…
He smiles wanly at the twin clutching his bare forearm…Jaspin—when Casnar looks over—has his fists balled at the ends of his arms over his blanket.
They deserve better than this imprisonment…
He can think of the Council denying Braith's request to leave, the impact it had on her, and the twins don't understand her disappointment…
He can hear Ylyssus making love to Braith through the door…The children sleep on, as if unable to waken, but one day they will be bigger, they will hear, they will know…
We can't live like this forever, Casnar thinks, …Braith is right about one thing…We need to return to Rakhana…But how?…
Holding Ylyssus in her arms upright on the bed, Braith looks into his jade-tiger eyes after their orgasm together. His eyelids are tight as he basks in her warmth, Ylyssus's naked and scarred chest heaving with the come-down of his efforts.
He inhales her scent, kissing her chin, "…I can never…Never…get passed how great you smell," he whispers, and their tongues dart into a lick, "…Mmmm…"
Braith's fingers fondle his jaulses under her, arm behind her back and the cleavage of her bottom, "…I can go another round." Both of them nod together, kiss each other more firmly as Ylyssus lifts her from the bed and carries her towards their bathroom.
He trips on the stripped blanket strewn over the floor, "…Whoops," he laughs with her and closes their mouths together, noses touching.
"I love you, Ylyssus," Braith wraps her arms around his neck and tickles the bottoms of his crests with her fingernails…
Leaning her head back into his stiffened tebral spines, Braith feels him moving deliberately behind her, her chest warm with the spray of the showerhead and dribbling down over her belly, between their legs and down her thighs…His solid firmness is high inside her, near the core of her belly…Braith bites down on his finger tracing her lips, arm between her breasts.
While Ylyssus and Braith are showering and making love, Casnar slips into the boudicea and heads for a dark bureau that he keeps some personal effects in…He opens the drawer at the bottom, rummages through this until he finds a small innocuous bag he identifies among several…Opening it, he removes another soft pouch from within—it is full of small hard pieces like coins…Opening this smaller pouch, he peers inside at the teardrop-shaped slivers…She won't go there without my knowing what's waiting for us, he thinks as he braces himself.
Taking the pouch but leaving the other bag that hid it, he goes out the boudicea and through the cotovatre, into the kitchen.
She might be upset with me for seeking it, but I need to find it before the Great Enmity finds her and the twins…I can keep an eye on things, at least…He squeezes the pouch in his grip, the shards sliding over each other with his pressure, …One of the paths will have to know of this Great Enmity now, he concludes, …She's seen it through the others…who have been killed by it…
He glances at the closed door to the cotovatre, back down to the pouch in his golden palm...
Sitting down at the table, across from one of the twin's chairs, Casnar loosens the strings of the soft pouch of brown leather and opens its mouth…The teardrops exposed in the light of the ceiling, absorbing all color and glow…Casnar reaches for one of these shards…Shards of his forefathers, shards of the dead female morthwyls…Shards of pathways…S'syalahe's Stönn…
I love them too much to let it all go to chance…
…Casnar's eyes close on contacting the topmost petrified petal…
Braith opens her eyes. Casnar…
She steps free of the shower…Grabbing a towel, she leaves Ylyssus to wash himself—a smile on his lips as he looks after her figure leaving the bathroom with a robe, towel-tamping the ends of her black hair.
"I'm going to check on Casnar and the twins."
Through the bedroom door and into the cotovatre, Braith looks over their children.
Seeing Jaspin with his little golden-copper fists in bunches, she shakes her head…She kisses his brow and smoothes her index finger over his buttery-soft medallion…His eyes soften from their tension…
She turns between the little hutches and finds Jenner awake, his deep grays looking at hers…She moves closer to inspect and find if he is truly awake or between sleep and wakefulness, and Jenner's four eyelids close together…She smiles and kisses his shoulder, leaving a faint brush of her fingertip through his little tebris which lifts and closes its delicate folds.
Braith goes next to the door to the kitchen and opens it.
She sees him…His back to her.
Braith steps around Casnar, seated in the chair, his head bowed forward, body trembling.
"Casnar," she whispers, notices the small leather pouch on the table under his trembling chin…Casnar's tebral folds are flat against his neck…
She reaches for the tear-shaped petals in the opening of the pouch, each one dark and matte, showing no reflection of the lights above them...
Casnar's emeralds suddenly open. He startles her, "…D-d-don't…" His voice quavers with a tremendous exertion to prevent himself from being pulled into the paths of the shard in his fist…
"Casnar," Braith's voice low and urgent, "…what are you doing?"
Tears begin to shiver out from his eyelids, "…I-i-it'-s-s-s…in-in-s-s-ide…sh-sh-sh-aaar…d-d-ds…"
She looks at his clenched fist then, realizing he's holding onto one. Her eyes are widening, "…Casnar," Braith orders, "…release it from your hand—"
Ylyssus is by Casnar's right arm, opposite her as he reaches for the tremoring fist…
"…D-d-on't-t-t-t-tou-ch-ch-i-i-i-t!" Casnar hisses, shaking through his teeth, his eyelids widening at Ylyssus's hand.
"I am descended from Eufemiusz Kiross," Ylyssus says to assure him he may touch the shards without being afflicted with the madness that comes with the onus of their paths' reveal, "…first Chosen among the S'syalahe Stönn's stewards, Sered," Ylyssus takes hold of the fist, "…Let me help…It is the power of paths pulling him in," he explains to Braith so she understands why Casnar is struggling, "…I will help him enter the pathways, Braith…Call Tetonbaum and Kasumi…I fear this may take some time to pull ourselves from," he grasps Casnar's hand and begins to pry a finger up to access the shard hidden, "…Open your hand, Sered…"
Tears fall from Casnar's eyes onto his knuckles, trickling down between his fingers to puddle beneath the fist, "…I-I-I'm-m-m-l-l-le-t-t-t-ing-g-g-go…"
"I'm with you, Sered…" Ylyssus kneels down, his eyes closed as he concentrates on the pull, his finger on a piece of the shard holding Casnar like a trap, a vacuum hauling him downwards into its labyrinthine abyss…
Braith is on the com-dial…No doubt others will be listening…The tone blips and within seconds of Ylyssus joining Casnar against the shard in their hands, Braith hears the line open, "…Tetonbaum," Braith turns to check on her husbands at the table, their heads bowed, fists united, "…Casnar's using a piece," she whispers urgently, "…Ylyssus is with him—They both are…Yes, together, Tetonbaum!…No…The twins are asleep…Ylyssus, he says he's one of them, he's one of the few who can…"