Sons of Destiny Prequel Series 003 - The Shifter (29 page)

He licked her just as she started to sit up. It was not what she had expected. Apparently he had meant more pleasure for
her
. Unsure if she could, since normally once was quite enough, Solyn lay back on the blanket, tensing a little. She expected him to work more on her still-sensitive nub, which would not have had the desired result. Thankfully, he instead licked up and down the sides of her nether-seam, then kissed his way to her inner thigh.

Once there, he teased her with a soft growl and a gentle, scraping bite. Pushing up onto one elbow, Solyn's uncertainty was met by the mischievous grin he aimed up the length of her torso. Strokes of his fingers soothed and stimulated her nerves, coaxing her into lying back down. Closing her eyes, she gave herself to the mix of gentle caresses, exploring licks, and teasing nips.

Exploring her body, Kenyen discovered her toes weren't particularly sensitive to pleasure, unlike some women, but the backs of her knees decidedly were. Squeaking, she jerked her leg up away from his tongue, and giggled when he caught her thigh and pulled her back.

She squirmed when he flicked his tongue, and moaned when he sucked gently on the delicate hollow. Nipping his way back to her loins, he lapped at the fresh dew seeping from her flesh, before making his way to her other knee. By the time he returned to her center, she was panting unsteadily again, rearoused.

This time, she didn't question the dual use of his tongue but instead strained into each probing, flicking, swirling taste. This time, she moaned loudly with each thrust and suckle, and cried out hoarsely when she climaxed again, tugging once more on his hair, though only with one hand, this time.

His own arousal was quite strong. It took effort, bathed in the scent of her dew, to refrain from crawling up the length of her body and claiming the depths he had so thoroughly pleased. He did move upward, but shifted so that he settled on his side next to her.

As her panting eased, awareness seeped back into her bliss-filled senses. Specifically, awareness of the hot shaft pressing against her hip. Breathing deeply to regain some energy, Solyn twisted onto her side as well. Licking her lips, she looked at Kenyen. He was studying her with a very male smile.

She couldn't help but return it. "Pleased with yourself, are you?"

"I should think so," he quipped in a murmur, teasing her. With his right hand propping up his head, he used his left hand to caress and cup her breast. "The real question is, did I please you?"

Solyn rolled her eyes, blushing. "I
know
you were paying attention just now." Daringly, she touched his shaft, curling her fingers around his erection. "At least,
this
tells me you were."

He grunted softly, closing his eyes against the urge to thrust against her palm. The gentle, explorative way she caressed him didn't help. Opening his eyes, he caught her wrist, stilling her movements. At her questioning look, he managed a smile. "I'm going to let you rest for a little while, then pleasure you again."

"You don't want to twine fully?" she asked, puzzled. In a flash, it occurred to her that, as an outlander, he might not actually know what that meant. "As in, share intercourse? The act of copulation, procreation, only of course I'm wearing an amul—"

His fingers covered her lips, stopping her explanation. Kenyen managed another smile. "We're not going that far." At her disappointed frown, he explained. "My sense of honor will only let me take this so far and no further."

Pulling her head back, Solyn asked, "But don't
you
want some pleasure? It's not fair for me to have all the fun while you have none."

"Intercourse should be saved for when you marry your future husband," Kenyen countered quietly. "Whoever that is. Whether that's me, or the real Traver, or..." He broke off and chuckled at the wrinkling of her nose. Kissing the tip of it, he looked into her hazel eyes. "Or
whoever
it ends up being. That is an intimacy you should share with your mate alone. I will not spoil such closeness for you."

On the one hand, Solyn thought that was a very sweet and generous thing for him to give up, particularly in the light of his obvious need. On the other hand, she wanted to smack the back of his head for being so stupidly selfless, just as she would have smacked Traver for making some equally pointless, if noble, self-sacrifice.

Rather than argue the point, she shifted position, curling over him so that she could lick his stomach, much as he had licked hers at the start of all this. The spasm of his muscles and the sharp intake of his breath pleased her. So did the way he relaxed onto his back, giving her the chance to play with him as he had with her.

Not quite sure where to start, Solyn nipped gently at his stomach. Or tried to; his natural form was lean and muscular, with little flesh to spare. She scraped her lips and teeth a bit, licked the faint marks her mock-attacks made, then sucked on his flesh. The latter moves made him moan, so she did them again, licking and suckling on various spots. He sucked in the sharpest breaths, she noted, the closer she got to his nipples, but he squirmed more the closer she came to his hip bones... and he did both when she brushed her cheek against the shaft jutting up from his groin.

Grinning, she teased him a bit, nuzzling his flesh with her face, then moved to his thighs to give his legs some of the treatment he had given her. Unlike her, the backs of Kenyen's knees weren't ticklish, but his ankles definitely were. In fact, he swatted her rump lightly when she followed his squirming legs relentlessly. Chuckling, she kissed her way back up to his hips, where he squirmed even more. She teased his shaft, brushing it as she kissed and licked her way around his pelvis, until he threaded his fingers into her braid, and pulled her mouth away from his skin, breathing heavily.

"Either put me out of my misery," he mock-growled, "or find something
else
to explore."

Solyn debated for a long moment, then dipped and licked the side of his ribs. Kenyen choked and squirmed away, hunching protectively. Grinning madly at her discovery, she feinted toward his ribs again. He tussled with her, defending himself at first. After a few moments, he gave up and rolled on top of her, catching her wrists and pinning her bodily to the hard, blanket-covered ground.

That wedged his manhood between them, making her very aware of just how aroused he still was. Lifting her head, she nipped at his chin, coaxing him into kissing range. With a groan, he kissed her back, deep, heated, full kisses, the kind which played their tongues together in a simulation of full twining. His hips flexed against hers, simulating it as well. Hers lifted as well, thighs parting in sheer instinct.

After only a few moments, he groaned and rolled free again, releasing her wrists in favor of covering his face... honoring his promise not to go that far with her. She pushed up onto one elbow and looked down at him. As she did so, Solyn realized with a profound simplicity that she was in love with him.

Bending down, she pressed a kiss to his navel. He twitched and groaned. Smiling, she shifted to her right and put him out of his misery. Or perhaps tortured him even more, given the deep groan that escaped his throat the moment her tongue circled around the tip of his engorged shaft. The taste wasn't bad, but the texture was what drew her to explore it more.

Solyn couldn't remember ever feeling such soft skin before now. The closest she had ever come was bathing this part of him while tending to his injuries, back when she had thought he was merely Traver. But this wasn't her longtime friend, and she wasn't touching him with a damp rag between her flesh and his. This was Kenyen Sin Siin of the Shifting Plains, and she had fallen in love with him. Not with her childhood companion.

She wanted to show him some of that love, so she licked him from tip to base with her tongue and lips. Mindful of how delicate the contents were, she explored the sac at the root of his erection, tonguing his flesh through the thin dusting of hairs guarding his bollocks. Each careful touch made him groan and clench his stomach muscles. In turn, that made his shaft bob and sway, until she rose up, took the tip between her lips, and licked.

The ring got in her way. Pulling back, she examined it carefully. Seeing no signs of raw flesh, just whole, healed skin, she debated removing it.
But if we lose track of it, I'd have to enchant two new rings...
Giving up the idea, she pulled his foreskin down and licked the exposed flesh, avoiding the question of his enchanted piercing for now.

One of his hands blindly left his face, his fingers burrowing into her braided hair. Wincing a little as the act tugged uncomfortably on some of the strands, Solyn impatiently pulled the tie of her own braid from the end, and worked the plait loose with her free hand. The other was required to brace her weight, holding her head over his loins so that she could continue to give the tip of him little tasting licks. After a moment, his fingers joined hers, loosening her long curls. Once it was fully loose, she resumed her explorations.

Kenyen stroked her hair, overwhelmed by his mounting pleasure. He tried to use the feel of the silky-soft strands to ground himself while she explored his flesh, but it didn't help. When she started sliding her lips up and down, bobbing her head slowly, all he could do was grasp the blanket instead of her curls. But when she rubbed with her tongue on that one spot on the underside, he couldn't stop the urge to thrust; all he could do was confine it to little movements so as not to startle or choke her.

Solyn wasn't ignorant. Inexperienced, but not ignorant; her mother had been quite frank about the bodily functions of both men and women when healthy as well as when ill. Healers had to know both ends of the wellness spectrum, after all. Not sure she wanted him to climax inside her mouth—and curious to know what it might look like—she pulled back and stroked his shaft, increasing pressure and speed.

He whimpered and flexed his hips harder. She had to lick him a couple times to keep her fingers gliding smoothly, particularly over the small, bead-clenched ring. On the third time, when her tongue paused to play with that funny little ridge at the top, he choked.

"G-Goddess! I'm going to... I'm going—!"

Fascinated, Solyn watched as he climaxed, careful to keep her pace and pressure steady for the first few spurts. Mindful of her mother's warnings that men could be very sensitive afterward, she gentled her touch until she was just holding him, squeezing occasionally. Finally one of his hands shifted from the blanket to hers. She took that as the sign to release him from her touch. Her fingers were a little messy, but he held and squeezed them, struggling to calm his heavy breathing.

"Where..." He had to pause and lick his lips for moisture, for composure. "Where did you learn to do that? You were as... as good as an earth-priestess."

Knowing what she did now about what an earth-priestess was, what one did, and why they did it, Solyn smiled at his compliment. "Healing lectures. Mother was school-trained, and they covered the proper functioning of healthy bodies as well as what happens when someone gets ill, so she passed it on to me. I don't have the best flavor of magics to be a spell-Healer, but I am trained in most other methods."

Groaning at her words, he covered his face with his other hand, chuckling ruefully. "I really didn't need the image of your mother in my head at this moment. Although..."

"Although, what?" Solyn asked. She knew he needed to be cleaned up, since her lessons had included the fact that this stuff was sticky, messy, and dried uncomfortably, but lingered at his side, curious.

"Although she is a lovely looking woman, and very much like you. You'll be beautiful—still be beautiful," he amended, still struggling to scrape his wits back together, "—when you reach her age. You look a lot like her."

She smiled at the new compliment. "I think she's pretty, too. What about your father? Do you look like him?"

"A bit. My brother looks more like him. I take more after our mother's father in the nose and chin... and I need to go clean this off," he muttered, looking down at their twined hands. "And I could use something to drink—how about you?"

"Oh!" she said, remembering something. Pushing to her feet, Solyn helped him up as she explained. "I brought tea, and two bowls. I was going to share maschen with you yesterday, but then that accident happened..."

"I'd love to try some," Kenyen agreed, distracting her from what were no doubt unpleasant memories of yesterday's healing efforts.

Holding her hand, he walked with her out to the tunnel entrance. He shifted shape as he walked, making himself look like a naked version of Traver just in case someone was determined enough to brave the storm in order to spy on them. When they reached the mouth of the cave, the rain was coming down in a hissing mix of droplets and ice pellets, chilling both of them with the drop in temperature.

Kenyen let Solyn clean up first, peering warily at the hail. "That cannot be good for the crops."

"It will flatten some," Solyn agreed, washing quickly. "But the rest will recover. This isn't even pea-sized hail. One day, I hope to know enough about magic to shield the valley from nut-sized hailstones. But that requires getting rid of our infestation of face-changers."

Once her fingers were rinsed off, she tossed the dirty water outside. There was a broad-mouthed water barrel near the entrance, placed so that it would catch a fair amount of rain. She shivered, getting wet as she dipped the ceramic bowl into it. Half-melted pellets floated on the water as she carried it back. Kenyen—still looking like Traver—met her halfway, taking the bowl from her.