Chronicles of Raan (Three BDSM Fantasy Novellas) Read Online Free Page B

in the fork ahead.
    She obeyed, lying on the bed, her legs spread just wide enough for Salif to see her outer pussy lips, to just glimpse the warmth of the interior.
    All night long, Salif had imposed his iron will on his body. Not letting himself erupt in the girl’s mouth. This, this warm, all-enveloping wetness, the sweetness of her juices coating his dick, this was his reward. He thrust into her hard, fluidly.
    She mewled for the first time, her hands gripping the sheets on the bed as he ripped through her. Her eyes were closed, she bit her lips to keep her moans under control. Her hips thrust to meet him in an instinctive answer. Salif could feel her pussy clench in response around his cock, responding to his hardness with softness, caressing his sheath, as she writhed under him.
    He kept thrusting. The beats of the djembe pulsing a steady rhythm in his head, a cadence his body matched. The girl moaned musically, her body moving under him. He could feel the mind-lust rise, his hands roaming on the girl’s body, smacking her ass, driving her higher, faster, pinching her nipples, reaching forward and sucking them into his mouth, now to flick a tongue over a nipple, now to graze it between his teeth, and her moans were melody to him, the counter point to his inner drum beat, and then, finally, the crescendo. His hands clenched over her hips, as he came in shuddering release.
    One instant of weakness. That’s all it takes.
    “Hello Salif.” A voice sounded in his room; a voice that had been part of his inner self for so long. Raina. But no more just a voice in his head. She was standing in front of him, expressionless, as she looked down at him. The warning bells started to ring in Salif’s mind.
    “No, no, don’t get up.” Her voice was winter and ice. She waved a hand, even as he was beginning to straighten, to shape a warding of protection. The magic leapt to obey her, and Salif found he couldn’t move. 
    He hissed in anger. She used magic against Argentia royalty? This was a transgression punishable by death.
    But inside, his heart was breaking as his eyes drank her in. His Raina. His first love; the only woman he’d ever truly loved. The woman who had seen the essence of him, and had loved him anyway. He gazed at her, devouring her hungrily. It had been fifteen years. Whatever caused the hate in her voice, it could not stop his eyes from searching hers.  
    The years had been kind to his Raina. She had been twenty-three to his twenty-five; she would now be thirty-eight. Yet her hair shone as glossily black as the first time he’d run his hands through them. Her body, clad in a gossamer robe of purple silk was still supple, the skin on her face just beginning to lose the elasticity of youth. The laughter lines around her eyes had deepened, though as he gazed at her, he realized not all the lines came from laughter. She had felt pain, his Raina.
    She had closed her eyes in silent despair against his inspection. He searched her mind, but she was shielded against him. Ahh, Raina, my love. Why?
    “Why?” The question was torn from his lips, the words giving voice to the heartbreak. Leila slipped off the bed, silent, watchful, forgotten for the moment.
    Raina’s eyes flew open, flew to his in icy anger. “You dare to question why?”
    “Yes.” His words were simple. If she were to kill him here, as she undoubtedly had planned to do, she would have to explain why. She owed him that much. He closed his eyes, as pain ripped through his heart. She’d been his only friend in Argentia. Friend. Lover. Equal.
    When she spoke, her voice was low, the words torn from her.
    “Katya was my kinswoman. I was there when her body was returned to our clan house. Her broken, bloodied body.” Her breathing was harsh. “She was like my older sister. She was only twenty-five when she was killed. I swore the blood oath.” 
    The blood oath, binding for life, made in front of witnesses. Raina would never rest till she’d