Black Dorn [submission/punishment/bondage] (14 page)

Timous screamed and
convulsed. Blood spurted from the wound, spraying Malack and the
floor. He ripped his sword out of his brother and brought it down
across Timous' neck. The metal clanked against the stone floor. His
brother's head rolled to one side. Blood gushed from the severed
flesh. Malack stepped across the corpse and removed Timous' sword
from his lifeless hand. He spun around and faced Timous' men,
rivulets of blood trickling down his face. "Your castle belongs to
Black Dorn. Submit or die." He drove Timous' sword downward into
his brother's shoulder until the point hit the stone.

* * * *

Malack dropped to one knee,
still holding his blood-drenched sword. He had killed his brother.
He had killed his brother's killer. His eyes closed. He had
protected Branwyn. His fingers refused to release the sword. He was
tired of killing. Death saddened his heart. He wanted joy. He
wanted Branwyn. His chest heaved. Air burned in his lungs. He
wanted nothing more than to sleep in her arms.

Branwyn slipped her small
hands around his arm and helped him stand. Taking his hand, she
started to lead him away. He spun and with an enraged howl, swung
his sword snapping Timous' sword in two.

Dropping his sword, he
pulled her face to his and rested his forehead on hers. "I said I
would return and I—" His gaze caught sight of her belly. He glanced
up at her, down at her belly and back at her face. With a whoop of
glee, he picked her up and spun her around.

The tension in the great
hall broke with a ring of shouts and laughter. The troubadours
broke into a joyful song. The servants peered into the room then
returned to their duties.

Tears filled Branwyn's eyes.
"I was so afraid." She used her sleeve to wipe the blood from his
face and mouth.

His lips met hers and with
the last bit of strength, he made the kiss tell her everything was
as it should be. He was back. Black Dorn was safe. She was safe. He
loved her. He staggered as he released her.

"To bed with you." She
caught his arm.

The gonness stood next to
Branwyn. "She is right. To bed."

Malack chuckled. "The
defender of Black Dorn ordered about by two women."

Duncan stepped from behind
the gonness. "And—respectfully so—one man." Duncan indicated the
way.

"Make that two men." The gon
pointed to the exit.

Without resisting, Malack
allowed Branwyn to lead him to his chambers, where his washed,
wounds would be tended, After eating some food, the gon–dra settled
into his bed. Leah helped Duncan straighten the room and began to
close the bed curtains.

Malack rose from his pillow.
"Leah, marry Duncan. The boy speaks of nothing but you."

"Yes Gon-Dra." She shut the
last curtain.

Branwyn pulled him closer.
His eyes opened. "I am truly weary."

"Ssh. Sleep. Rest, my
gon-dra."

"Do not call me that…or…I
will…have to instruct you." His voice faded as sleep overtook
him.

Branwyn smiled. Her soul was
calm. He was home.

Epilogue

Branwyn sat upon the blanket
as Malack tended their horses. She put his sword and knife on the
ground next to where she sat. Placing the fruit, bread, cheese and
wineskin beside her, she smiled at her husband.

"What?" Malack sat,
unsheathed his knife, and sliced off a chunk of bread and cheese
for her.

"I was just remembering the
last time we were here. So much has changed."

"You were a scared little
dune."

"Now, I am your wife, the
gonness-dra and mother of your son."

Malack chuckled. "Yes, I,
the Gon-Dra of Black Dorn, consummated his wedding with a
kiss."

"And I, the gonness-dra,
spent my wedding night bringing forth your son." She knelt in front
of Malack. "I have I have yet to give you my wedding
gift."

"You gave me my
son."

She pulled off his tunic
then pushed him to lie back. "Little Nalar is with Leah. She so
enjoys helping to look after him."

"It did not take Duncan long
to fill her with child."

After removing the rest of
Malack's clothing and her own, Branwyn spoke between kisses she
placed on his lips, face, neck, and chest. "Trea says I am healed.
And you are strong again, after your battles." She paused. "I was
so afraid I would lose you." A tear dribbled down her cheek. She
brushed it away.

Malack pulled her mouth to
his and kissed her. She slid her hands down his hard body, past
scars—old and faded, and newly healed. He had received them
defending his home and her. And some had almost claimed his
life.

She settled her hips over
his partially erect manhood into her body. "Trea once told me this
is your favorite way to pleasure. It is my gift to you." With a
firm squeeze of her muscles, she pulled him deeper into
her.

"Mmmm." He closed his eyes
and settled onto the blanket. After three more squeezes, she had
aroused him to fully engorged. She rippled her muscles along his
shaft. His body tensed as he thrust into her. Both were aware that
this bedding would not be long. It had been many months since they
had pleasured together. The touch of their flesh on flesh created a
fierce hunger swirling to the surface to demand release.

Malack stroked and teased
her breasts. She rubbed her clit and closed her eyes. The burning
fires in her focused the strength and pace of her movements to
drive Malack to release. Her moans began to mix with his as their
lust cried for satisfaction.

It caught both of them.
Their frenzied passion exploded into blissful relief. "I am yours,
Malack. Total tragor." She snuggled down onto his chest. Bliss
relaxed her body.

"I do not want your tragor,
Branwyn - just your love."

"I love you,
Malack."

"I love my gift, my son and
you, Branwyn."

The End

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