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“The mines,” Eir paid enough attention to human affairs to note this much.
“There is countless treasure buried beneath and within these mountains. This is why trolls and dwarves number just as many as humans, though the Kinds keep mostly to themselves. The humans inhabit these harsh winter lands because they are mostly free of war here. There is treasure to mine and animals to trap for the fur trade. The fish in the lakes and rivers that run through these mountains are bountiful, as well, to feed what few villages there are.”
As she spoke, she surreptitiously snuck glances at Kai, who kept his own gaze on the road ahead, seemingly lost in thought.
Or purposely not paying attention to their discussion.
The first thing that was wrong, Eir assessed, was that the warrior wasn’t riding with her any more. He’d mounted his own horse when they set out, without so much as a look in her direction.
The separateness of their bodies contrasted with the togetherness before cut through Eir with the same force of an axe splitting her in two.
It was sowrong, when, just before their journey, they’d spent over an hour having each other again, after only brief snippets of slumber throughout the night.
They’d been mostly asleep on their sides, Kai wrapped around her from behind, his hard cock still clutched covetously within her body, when Eir squirmed and ground against him, mewling in her dreams.
He’d answered her body’s unconscious call by slowly flexing his hips, pushing deeper and higher against her womb, the angle of his cock perfectly rubbing against her sweet spot from the inside.
They rutted like that leisurely, his body making hers melt with tingling pleasure all around him. After she orgasmed long and slow, he picked up the pace and rocked into her harder, sharper, more insistent.
One of his big hands covered her mons in front, his thumb pressing inexorably against her pearl. His fingers fluttered and rubbed against her stretched nether lips, making her extremely aware and sensitive of his thick, veined rod plowing relentlessly, methodically, into her.
The man’s stamina was the stuff of legends.Myths. There was no other like him in all the worlds.
He’d scored his teeth against her nape, then taken the skin between them like a savage animal holding down its mate. As he fucked her hard and fast. Arms tight around her.
Just like when he’d pinned her to the wall on his cock, there was nothing she could do but take it. Sounds of pleasure and pain and endless lust formoretore out of her without her conscious permission. The only brief respite from the unbearable pressure and pleasure of it all was the moment when he finally released inside of her, and the soothing liquid warmth of the aftermath.
But then, the infernal need mounted again within her, sharp on the heels of yet another climax. So, she twisted around, pushed him onto his back, mounted his cock and started all over again.
He clamped his hands on her hips on either side, gritted his teeth and thrust up into her as she bore down. Meeting her stroke for stroke. Egging her on.
She stared down at his body as she rode him, watching in a haze of lust-fogged fascination, as his muscles bunched and flexed like the primordial earth reforming in sweat-streaked lines of hot lava.
She watched his thick length spear and spread her with every stroke. Impossibly hot. Impossibly hard. Burning her up. Filling her whole.
She met his glittering flame-filled gaze before he shut his eyes and arched his neck, tendons and veins stark beneath his skin. As he clenched his jaw, growling low.
The sight, smell and sound of him almost eclipsed the feel of their bodies clashing, crashing, melding, reforming.
She was addicted to it. The more she took from him, the more she wanted.
It would never be enough.
When she’d ridden him to two more orgasms for her and one for him, she’d been so exhausted and strung out she could no longer hold up her own head.
Instead, she bent over him, his sex still kicking with the last of his release insider her, her walls still clenching convulsively around him, their foreheads resting against each other, breaths mingled in panting huffs in the morning chill.
She’d pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, hooded and veiled by his lashes though they were.
Something was wrong.
She’d felt it then. Like the sharp twist of a dagger in her chest. The rise of acid in her throat.
She opened her mouth to say something, but no words formed in her mind and no sounds came out.
He’d turned his face slightly away and severed their gazes.
“Time to go,” he said gruffly with a slap to her ass.
