Page 25 of A World Enough

The more Ninti touched Kartog, the deeper the pink of her body became. Ninti loved to see her that way, feeling every touch she gave her.

Kartog straddled Ninti and rested her back against Ninti’s thighs.

Ninti’s fingers had the light of her power emanating from them, and she was painting Kartog with her heat and light from her neck down.

“Touch me everywhere, my Goddess,” Kartog said.

Ninti loved hearing her lover’s words. Unlike everyone else who called her a god, Kartog said it as a term of endearment, because she loved her.

No one knew Ninti better, and no one else cared as much as Kartog, not because she feared her like everyone else they encountered.

Kartog knew her secrets, and Ninti trusted and adored her with everything she had.

Ninti dragged her fingertips to her chest, and the golden light ignited every nerve a thousandfold.

Kartog looked to the ceiling and groaned as Ninti stroked down her sternum and around her breasts. Kartog rocked her hips, desperate for some relief from her aching clit.

Ninti grasped one breast and used her thumb to stroke around Kartog’s nipple, while scratching her nails down to her sex.

“Tell me what you want, Kartog. I will give you anything, my warrior.”

Kartog looked down at her with a fiery pink hue to her skin. Ninti had her.

“I want you, Goddess.”

Kartog pushed one of Ninti’s hands down her stomach to her sex. Ninti cupped Kartog’s sex for a moment or two, to allow her to get used to the intensity. Ninti could control the amount of stimulation up or down, like a dial. She could have made her lover come a long time ago, but she knew Kartog liked to savour every moment of love between them.

“More, my love?”

“Yes,” Kartog groaned.

She slipped her fingers into her wet, hot sex. Kartog groaned. “Yes, my Goddess.”

Ninti rubbed her fingers around the edge of her clit and her entrance. “Feel me, my warrior.”

“I feel you everywhere.”

It was time. Ninti dialled up the intensity of her power and pushed her fingers deeply inside her lover. Kartog gasped and ground her hips, rising and falling on Ninti’s fingers.

Just as Kartog’s breathing was changing from breaths to gasps, she fell into Ninti and met her lips with passion.

The golden light spread from Ninti’s lips to Kartog’s, and the light then enveloped them and sent them both off the precipice and into absolute pleasure and love.

They lay in each other’s arms. Kartog placed her hand on Ninti’s chest.

“How can I leave you, Goddess?”

Ninti took Kartog’s hand and kissed it. “Because I need you to be my eyes and ears. I cannot leave without suspicion just now, and I need you to be my warrior.”

Kartog raised herself up and leaned on her arm. “Do you believe the intelligence?”

“I don’t know. But if she does have a wolf with her, then we have a big problem.”

“Surely you would know if Davor had sent another lone wolf after the Map Keeper,” Kartog said.

“He can be secretive. There’s nothing Davor would like more than to suddenly present the Map Keeper to the council of twelve.”

“If he did find her…” Kartog’s words trailed off.