Death by Ploot Ploot (7 page)

Moon rays rolled across
the surface of the water frosting her moistened skin. Her breath caught in her
throat as she gazed up through the ceiling of leaves at the sky, which was
alight with countless stars.

A shooting star streaked
across her field of vision.

Instead of making a
wish, she closed her eyes thanking every deity she could think of for allowing
her to experience such a wondrous life.

After swimming around
for a bit, she grabbed a little bottle of tasmin oil and washed herself, taking
time to lather her hair with the enticing perfumed version of Aviaran soap.

By the time she was
finished she was perfectly relaxed.

Dripping wet, she exited
the pool, wrapped one of the krilli sheets around her, and sat in the middle of
the other cloth to finger comb her hair.

She gave up half through
and drifted off to sleep under the winking stars.

He found her lying by
the pool, fast asleep.

As he watched the play
of moonlight on her luminous skin, he remembered a time that she had found him
in a similar spot, resting at ease beneath the spread of the boughs of the Tree
that watched over them all.

There were few places he
had such peace of mind.

This great Tree was one;
she was the other. As long as she was with him, that contentment followed in
his soul wherever he went.

Login knelt down beside
her and gently lifted the krilli cloth from her body, leaving her bare to his
gaze. The fragrance of tasmin, mixed with her own heady scent, lifted to his
nostrils. He inhaled the intoxicating mixture. The scent brought such a
sense of
home
to him that he shook
slightly.

His deep love for this
woman had always been crystal clear to him. Right from the time he had first
met her.

She
was not just his soul; she was his
spirit
.

He never tired of seeing
her in all of her many facets; her joy of life was perfection to him. His lips
lifted slightly as he thought of her latest attempt to stir up the villagers.
St. Stooges Day, indeed.

Silently, he removed his
own clothes, tossing them onto the krozia.

Carefully, he came over
her so as not to awaken her; his knees planted on either side of her hips.
Bending forward, the ends of his hair lightly brushed against the tips of her
nipples. Ever so lightly, he ran the tip of his tongue under her right ear,
swirling it across the velvety skin. Barely a touch.

Her
deep breaths indicated she was fast asleep.

His lips curved in a
slight smile as he brushed them over her cheeks and across her forehead, leaving
a trail of small kisses in his wake. Then he worked his way down to the base of
her throat where he pressed his open mouth in a softer, lingering kiss.

Now her breathing did
change slightly and she started to awaken . . .

Following a path up
under her chin and then back down, he softly left a trail of tender kisses
until he was back at the base of her throat.

The
pulse beat.

He covered it with his
mouth, drawing on the fluttering spot as he pressed his hot tongue directly
over the beating skin.

Her breath hitched.

It was the sign he was
waiting for.

Taking her into his
arms, he covered her mouth in a deep kiss, seizing her lips with loving
command.

Deana's
hands automatically reached around his
shoulders and tangled in his long hair as she
sleepily returned his passionate embrace.

Lorgin?

Her mind was slow to
return under the sensual onslaught. Her eyes drifted open to the gorgeous sight
of her husband leaning over her.

Her
golden naked husband.

Her breath caught at the
sheer beauty of his masculine form. His strong forehead, straight nose,
perfectly chiseled lips. The stubborn chin with its cleft. The natural tan that
covered his
incredible
body. The long, silky golden hair–

Did they even make real
men that looked like this on Earth?

Possibly.
But she’d never seen one.

His lavender eyes were
already sparking. Aviaran men sparked while making love. Charl knights were
extraordinarily high sparkers due to the power they held.
Lorgin was a fourth level mystic, a very high-powered mage. When this knight made
love, he literally sizzled!

It did not take long for
her to realize that her krilli covering had been removed. Lorgin’s ribbed,
muscled chest rubbed against her breasts, his firm embrace warming her in the
night breeze.

"Mmmm, that feels
good." She smiled up at him.

"What does?"
He captured the edge of her earlobe with his teeth and drew it through his lips
in a light suckle; then released it slowly by letting it drag through his teeth
again.

She shivered, but not
from the chill.

His hand lifted her breast,
kneading the full globe, the pad of his thumb brushing over the pointy nipple.
The rough skin scraped deliciously along the ultra-sensitive spot, causing it
to stand erect.

Hand cupped around the
breast, he securely positioned it for the press of his lips. His moist, warm
mouth latched on to the turgid bud and suckled gently. Deana could feel the
drawing motion thrumming straight to her core.

She
moaned softly.

"Sweet,"
he whispered while
tasting her.

His other hand slid down
to her hip, the flat of his palm etching a smooth, bold swath. He firmly cupped
her derriere and pulled her tight against his groin, letting her feel his own
turgid erection.

"
Mmmm,
Lorgin
. . . " She arched into him.

"
Mmmm,
Adeeann," he drawled back.

“Melody?”

“With Rejar.”

“Rejar?” She paused.

He
snickered.

"Does he even know
how to take care of a baby?"

Lorgin chuckled.
"He will find out."

Deana wasn't sure
whether she should be horrified or amused. The Familiar wouldn’t have a clue
how to deal with a baby.

"Do not worry,
zira. If he gets into trouble he will seek help. Most likely from Traed."

"
Traed?
You have got to be kidding."

Deana chuckled,
imagining that scenario.

Lorgin winked at her
letting her know he had set his brothers up. He then decided to pay equal
attention to her other breast by laving the peak over and over until she
finally had to beg him to take the damn thing into his mouth.

The pull of his lips,
when it came, was so exquisite that she arched up almost coming just from the
exquisite sensation. She tried to reach down and caress him but he shocked her
by grabbing her wrist in his hand and forestalling her.

Surprised, she stared at
him, questioning his action.

"Did you not tell
me that on this St. Stooges Day it is the woman who receives a romantic
gesture?" His amethyst eyes glowed beneath a crescent of spiked lashes.

Deana paused. She had
been with her husband long enough to recognize
that
look. What was he up
to?

"What do you
mean?" She tried to make her voice sound normal. Surely he didn't suspect
it was a bogus holiday? There was no way he could know that.

Although . . .

Lorgin had always had
the uncanny ability to be a few steps ahead of everyone when it came to
'getting the picture'. The trait had often pleased Yaniff and the older mage
had repeatedly praised his student for it.

Still, he was just
playing with her.

"Yes,
that is correct; that is the intent of the day."

He nodded. "Then I
will do my best to please
you
. Is that not fair, Adeeann?"

It was better than fair.
It was delicious.

His warm hands slid over
her night-cooled skin causing her to shiver. Seeing her reaction, he rubbed his
groin against her, the heat and hardness feeling especially nice.

She gave him a smug
smile. “How can I tell the
measure
of the gift until I have the measure
of your intent.”

He arched a brow at her.
“Hn. You drive a hard bargain,
zira
.”

He cupped her breasts in
each hand again; only this time his mouth forged a path of kisses straight down
the center of her chest to her midriff and beyond. When he reached her
bellybutton he placed an open-mouthed kiss over the small 'inny', teasing the
indentation with the wet tip of his tongue. He pressed and swirled around its
nerve-laden perimeter.

Lorgin knew she was very
sensitive here and used that knowledge to his advantage. She could not stop
herself from issuing a long, throaty moan as the tingling dived right to her
core.

Deana could feel his
smile of acknowledgement against her lower stomach. His powerful grip secured
her hips in an almost nonchalant manner. He lightly
bit
the under curve
of her stomach.

She
swallowed.
Good grief, what was he going to
do down there?

A small anticipatory
sound escaped her parted lips.

She knew well and good
what he was planning to do down there and she also knew he made her loose
control whenever he did what he thought he was going to do down there and, so,
she always tried to wriggle out of his grip whenever he got this particular
notion.

Not because she didn't
love what he did– but there was just that certain
pause
he did
beforehand that made her heart race like a trapped animal on the verge of
getting slaughtered.

His low laugh rumbled
through her lower belly. "Why do you always react thus?" He glanced
roguishly up at her as he tossed his hair behind his shoulders. "I am not
going to devour you."

He glanced down at the
glistening red curls, already drenched with anticipation, then gazed slowly
back up at her.

The right side of his
mouth lifted in a soul-stealing smile.
"Much."

Trouble
was coming her way.

He
paused.

Dammit,
he paused! Deana's eyes widened. She
tried to scoot back.

He held her fast.

The first touch of his
tongue was molten. Hot, sensual, masculine, demanding. And
innovative
.

He immediately started
to swirl around the hidden nub that was already hard, the combined fluids of
her juices and his saliva making for a warm, buttery glide. Deana's whole body
shook in pleasure so acute it was almost painful.

He suddenly flicked over
the spot adding to her trembling, as well as the flow of her arousal.

Please
do not let him spark this ti–!

Deana
screamed as he did just that, sending her
tumbling into a swift release.

Lorgin quickly covered
her mound with his palm and pressed the heel of his hand into her lower belly,
increasing the strength of the contractions.

But she knew he was only
starting.

Before the pulsing had
subsided, he brought her legs over his shoulders and gave her a challenging
look. “Death or Ploot Ploot,” he demanded.

“Um,” she cleared her
throat and said in a small voice, “Ploot Ploot?”

An answering growl
issued from deep in his throat. He buried his head between her legs and
began to administer to her in earnest.

He slid one hand up and
under her, bringing her flush to his mouth. The fingers of his other hand separated
the swollen, tender folds so his tongue could swipe freely over the hard nub
hidden there. Sweeping down and back, he nibbled a bit then suckled strongly,
alternating his actions until her hips bucked wildly in his grasp. Slowly he
inserted a finger into her honeyed canal to stroke and play inside, curling his
knuckle slightly to graze the inner walls until he achieved his desired result
of her screaming her head off.

Another
intense release over took her.

“Lorgin!”

She tried to squirm
free.

He caught her wrists in
his hands and held her down as he finished his task, continually flicking the
throbbing spot until he had wrung the last drop out of her– and lapped it up.

She convulsed, yelling
his name over and over on the top of her lungs. Surely the erotic mantra could
be heard throughout the Towering Forrest and beyond!

He nipped the inside
edge of her thigh. “How pleased I am you know my name, Adeeann.”

When the tremors began
to quiet down he released her, smoothly sliding up her body to rest atop her.
His hair brushed over her breasts and
collarbone
as he gazed down at her, eyes bright, his
handsome face dark with
desire.