The Swords of Gregara - Jenala, a sci-fi romance (8 page)

“Jenala Delasa, I take you to be my wedded wife.
 
I will care for you and keep you safe for all the days I live.”

“Santro Baltin, I…I…I’m scared.
 
I’ve never contemplated anything like this.
 
You make me feel so different.”

He stepped forward and took her hands in his.
 
“I can help ease you and help you explore these new feelings you have.
 
I’m quite pleased you are having them.
 
They show your interest in exploring your body and letting me explore it with you.”

His thumbs made those lazy circles on her palm.
 
She couldn’t concentrate on anything but those circles.
 
And she ached deep inside.
 
Her arms felt weak and tingles traveled up and down her spine.
 
All from some little circles.

She took a deep breath.
 
“Santro Baltin, I take you for my husband.
 
I will endeavor to make you happy and will also protect you with my life.”

He closed the gap between, took her face in his hands and lowered his lips to hers.
 
The kiss was gentle, sweet.
 
She tried to pull back, but his lips followed hers.
 
His tongue darted out and tickled the seam of her lips.
 
She smiled and opened a little.
 
That was all the invitation he needed.
 
His tongue plunged inside and began its duet with hers.
 
Gentle, touching, retreating, touching.
 

It was making her crazy.
 
She grabbed his head and held it while she kissed him.
 
Her tongue entered his mouth and dueled with his.
 
The kiss deepened.
 
There was only him, only this moment, this kiss.

He pulled away, breathing hard.
 
“Jenala, you are going to kill me with your kisses.”

She stiffened.
 
“I’m sorry if they are not to your liking.”

“On the contrary.
 
Your kisses are very much to my liking.
 
There are other things we can explore together.”
 
To prove his point he pulled her close and rubbed his throbbing erection against her.
 
“Many more things.”

“Oh.”
 
Understanding dawned on her.
 
“Should we go to your bedroom?”

“The bed is bigger in your room.”

“I don’t want the first time we make love to be on my father’s bed.”

“I understand.”
 
He picked her up in his arms as though she weighed no more than feathers and carried her to his room.
 
He let her slide down his body and she felt his erection.
 
When it reached the apex of her legs, he stopped her progress and held her there.
 
Against him.
 
Let her feel his need for her.

“Do you feel how much I want you?”
 
He moved a little and the tip of his cock rubbed the lips above her nub, sending little shock waves through her.
 

“I feel it.
 
Teach me more.”

“I intend to, my sweet.
 
We will explore each other.
 
Anything you want, nothing is off limits.
 
You may ask and explore my body as I will yours.
 
You are my wife and I am your husband.”

“Yes.
 
It sounds wonderful.
 
Where do we start?”

“We start by getting out of these clothes.”

He set her on her feet and turned his back to get shed of his clothes.
 
When he turned back Jenala was naked, standing there more than a little embarrassed.

“I don’t understand it.
 
You’ve seen me naked.
 
Swimming and when you changed my bandages.
 
I wasn’t embarrassed then.
 
But now, when we’re going to make love, I am.

“Before, when you were swimming you were confident, you were in control.
 
With the bandages ,it was medical not sexual.
 
This time it is entirely sexual.
 
I intend to explore every inch of your delicious, delectable body.”

“Delicious.
 
Delectable.
 
It sounds like you mean to eat me.”

“Oh, I do, among other things.”
 
With those words he kissed her and backed her toward the bed, fell with her onto it, bracing himself on his arms so as not to crush her with the weight of his big body.
 
Yet, he never broke the kiss until he rolled to his side and leaned up on one elbow.

He rubbed her belly.
 
Moved up to her breasts.
 
He gently squeezed them, rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, first one and then the other.

Fire burned through her body, turning to liquid at her core.

Santro rained kisses over her breasts took a nipple into his mouth and sucked.
 
Hard.
 
His tongue darted forward to joust with her nipple.

He moved until he was positioned between her legs exposing her completely to him.
 
He kissed and laved her heated skin with his tongue.
 
He moved ever downward toward his goal.
 
What parts he missed with his tongue, his hand soothed, caressing every inch of her he could reach.

He parted the curls hiding her love bud from him, then took his tongue and started circling her clitoris with the hard, pointed tip of his tongue.
 
Darting in and out, back and forth across the sensitized nub.

She squeezed and played with her own breasts.
 
The sensation of Santro’s tongue on her intensified when she squeezed her nipples.
 
She felt it down to her core.
 
His mouth played with her, sending waves of pleasure through her.

He took one finger then two and put them into her vagina and stretched them apart, preparing her for his entry.
 
She may not have done this before but she wasn’t ignorant of the workings of her own body.
 
She’d seen his shaft, standing tall and proud, she was sure he wouldn’t fit.

His mouth stayed on her, as much as was possible while he stretched her, sucking and teasing until she thought she would die with anticipation and need.
 
She searched for something, some pinnacle, just out of her reach.

She held his head down, trying to get him closer.
 
Reaching.
 
Reaching.
 
He sucked hard.
 
His tongue flicked faster until she shattered.
 
Her world suddenly expanded to include all the stars in the universe.
 
“Oh my God.
 
Santro!”

He continued to lave her with his tongue, slower and slower, till she quieted.
 
Then he rose over her, placed his cock at the entrance to her vagina and entered slowly, teasingly.
 
He kissed her and whispered against her lips, “I’m sorry for any pain I’m about to cause you.”

He pulled almost all the way out of her then thrust hard and fast as far as he could, until he was buried to the hilt.
 
Jenala felt a small amount of pain but he let her get used to him as long as he could before he moved in her again.

“You feel so good, so tight.”
 
He thrust into her again and again.
 
She got down the rhythm and pulled back when he did then forward with him, burying him deeper with each thrust.
 

He reached between them and rubbed her clit again.
 
She didn’t think it was possible for her to climax again but she did and he followed her crying out her name.

Cuddling up to him she said, “That was spectacular!”

He laughed.
 
“That, my sweet, was an introduction to love making.
 
It will get better and better between us.
 
I promise.”
 

They fell into sleep.
 
The sleep of those sated by unbridled passion and satisfying sex.
 
The sleep of lovers.

Before sunrise the next morning they were awakened by alarms going off in Lottie’s barn and Lottie hooting and neighing.
 
They could almost feel her stomps.

Jenala grabbed her sword and was up in a flash, only to find Santro had beat her and was dressing.
 

“We have to be careful.
 
This could be a ruse to get us out of the house and ambush us.”

“How is it that you know what he might be thinking?”
 
She asked, pulling on her boots.

“Because I will never underestimate him again.
 
It’s what I would do if I was in his place.”

Jenala dressed and looked at Santro.
 
“Come with me.
 
I have an escape tunnel out of the house which I have not showed you yet.
 
Father always thought that thieves were a possibility since the mine was famous in stories.”

“You didn’t trust me,” he teased.

“I didn’t know you.
 
But now I must show you everything.”

They entered the mine and took the left shaft.
 
It wasn’t well lit as the other shafts and now he knew why.
 
It wasn’t a mine tunnel but an escape tunnel.

“I never thought I’d actually have to use this, but Father insisted we put it in.
 
It will take us above the mine to the top of the bluff.
 
We’ll be able to see exactly what they are doing without being seen ourselves.”

“Lead on.
 
This is ingenious.
 
Your father designed this very well.”

“Thank you.
 
I thought and still believe he was an amazing man.”

“There is no doubt in my mind.
 
He would have to be special, just to take on the raising of you, without a woman.”

She looked at him and saw the twinkle in his eyes.
 
“You’re teasing me.
 
I can tell.”

“How would you know that?”

“When you’ve been married as long as I have, you just know these things about your husband.”

His bark of laughter echoed in the tunnel.
 
“I like your sense of humor.”

They wound their way through and up the mountain.
 
Santro noticed several cracks of kalcion, very small, but full of kalcion none-the-less.
 
At the top was a door.
 
It slid open and he saw that it looked like just another boulder from the outside.
 

They walked forward about twenty feet and looked down at the dome and the entire valley beyond.
 
They saw Zlaten and his men had the dome surrounded and Lottie was locked in her barn.

“If we go down this side, we can unleash Lottie.
 
We’ll have to be careful not to draw their attention,” whispered Jenala.

As quietly as possible, they worked their way down through the trees and brushy undergrowth, to Lottie’s barn.
 
Jenala went to the back barn door and opened it.
 
Zlaten and his gang were on the other side of the barn and wouldn’t know what hit them.
 
A pissed off snarlot was a thing to behold.
 
And fear.

Jenala soothed Lottie long enough for Santro to open the front barn door.
 
Lottie immediately charged out of the barn and directly at Zlaten.
 
He screamed, pushed one of his compatriots in front of him and took off down the mountain, screaming like a twelve year old girl.
 
Lottie stomped the man Zlaten had pushed, crushing his head under her hooves.
 
Two of the other men tried to come to their friend’s aid and were ripped apart by Lottie’s toothy beak.
 
The last two tried to run past Santro and Jenala, but were met with swords.
 
It was obvious these men were not well trained in the use of a sword.
 
Santro and Jenala both severely wounded their opponents before letting them go back to Zlaten.
 
“Tell Zlaten not to come back.
 
There will be dire consequences for him and anyone he brings with him,” shouted Jenala to the retreating forms of the two men.