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Agnes hurried off, leaving me to finish my supper in peace.
It was a silly interlude, and I thought that was the end of it. I finished my meal, Larth brought one of the men from another table named Wat over to introduce me, and I paid both Wat’s guide fee so that he would take me on to Aktau in the morning and Larth for the room I was shown to after my supper was taken away.
It was all very nice and hospitable. Enough so that I could relax once I’d undressed, washed, and climbed into the small but comfortable bed in the room I’d been given. If this was what travel between the frontier and the Old Realm was like, I wondered why more people didn’t do it.
Then again, I knew the answer to that. City-dwellers had been raised with an almost phobic fear of leaving their cities, and the Old Realm believed there was nothing of any interest on the western side of the mountains. People simply didn’t care to travel that much, particularly after the wars a few years ago.
I thought it was ridiculous for everyone to keep so much to themselves. As I snuggled under the bedcovers and closed my eyes, I wondered how different the frontier might be if people developed a taste for travel. It wasn’t just the city-dwellers either. Even Magnus encouraged people to stay where they were in the Wolf River Kingdom so that we could build—
My thoughts were cut short as my door squeaked open just a bit, and a figure slipped into my room.
I immediately thought the worst and struggled to sit up, saying, “Who is it? Who’s there?”
A girlish giggle provided my answer without me having to say anything else.
“Agnes,” I said, letting out a breath and sliding down to my back again in relief. “What are you doing here?”
Agnes didn’t answer with words. She shut and locked the door, leaving the room in almost pitch darkness, then moved to the bed.
“Agnes?” My voice was filled with uncertainty as I heard the sound of cloth slipping over something, then felt a rush of cold air as my bedcovers were pulled back.
I let out a yelp a moment later as Agnes’s warm, naked body slid against mine.
“What are you doing?” I hissed, my heart beating in my throat. “You shouldn’t be here.”
She evidently didn’t feel the same way. She straddled my hips, then brushed her hands up my chest to my neck, then my face, as if feeling where I was in the dark.
“What are you—”
Before I could say anything else, she leaned in and her mouth covered mine.
My sentence ended in a wordless cry against her mouth, and my eyebrows shot up. I held my hands up too, like I would ward her off. But before I could, she slipped her hands along my arms to take my hands in hers and to push them down against the pillow on either side of my head.
That had me wanting to laugh. Somehow, in the blink of an eye, this small, lithe young woman had pinned me to my back. She kissed me hungrily, letting out high, desperate pants between kisses, then kissed her way to my neck and down to my shoulder. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, tickling me.
“Agnes, what are you doing?” I laughed, my head spinning with the ridiculous situation.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she let go of my hands—I left them where they were on the pillow, since I didn’t know what else to do with them in the bizarre situation—and swept hers down my chest to tug the drawstring of my drawers.
“Agnes!” I gasped a moment later as she reached into my loosened drawers to stroke my cock. My eyes went wide, which was useless in the dark room. She couldn’t see my shock, and I couldn’t tell what her expression might say about her state of mind.
Agnes knew what she wanted, that much was certain. My breath caught, and I let out a moan in spite of myself as she stroked my cock to hardness. My body was too startled by the pleasure to think much about who was causing it. All I knew was that it felt good to be touched that way.
She let go long enough to shift down my body, tugging my drawers over my hips as she went. She was silent the whole time, and though neither of us could see a thing, she managed to find my stomach with her lips.
At first, she kissed and licked her way up to find my nipples, first one, then the other. I growled deep in my throat, body pulsing, mind scattered as I tried to think. The trouble was, I couldn’t think at all. I didn’t know if I should push her off…or if I should see where she was going and go along with her. The entire situation had taken me completely by surprise, leaving me too stunned to do anything but lie there and feel the pleasure.
I finally thought to say something as she kissed and nibbled her way down my stomach to my hips.
“Agnes, are you certain you should—”
That was as far as I got before her mouth found the head of my cock.
From there, I was helpless to do anything but moan with the pleasure she gave me. I preferred my partners to be men. In fact, I’d never been with a woman before at all, though I wasn’t opposed to the idea of it. Dushka’s friend Feodor liked women as well as men, and though I’d never given it much thought, I certainly wasn’t revolted by them, like some of my friends were.
As Agnes bore down particularly fiercely on my cock, choking herself a bit as she did, I gave in to the whole thing and just let her have her way with me. Dushka had told me to go out into the world and have experiences, after all. This was most certainly an experience. At least I would have something to tell the other Sons once we were back together again. Maybe I could even boast that I’d done something none of the rest of them had done.
Just as I felt myself getting close to coming, Agnes pulled back. A pulse of disappointment swept through me.
