Vision of Light [The Renegades 1] (34 page)

Sitting next to her, he placed a hand on her bottom. “Tell me again you want this."

"Yes, I want this."

He brushed a thumb back and forth along the crack of her buttocks, rubbing the oil against the demarcation where he would breach. “I love you, Aislan.” He hesitated. “If you would like to feel no pain, I could prevent it."

"No.” Aislan did not even hesitate. “I want to feel everything. Everything.” It would be pointless for her otherwise.

Bending, he kissed her naked shoulder. “Relax, my love."

He moved behind her and put a hand on her hip to steady her. A well-lubricated finger forayed slowly into her ass and stretched her. Once she had relaxed and moaned from the incipient pleasure, he pulled out and then inserted two fingers, the sizeable girth stinging, stretching the tightness, burning as he widened her. Briefly, Aislan wondered how he could squeeze the huge crown of his cock through there on the first breach. He had taught her enough about sorcery, but she refused to have anything interfere with this experience.

She loved him, and she would accept him. Aislan stopped worrying about how he could get in. She sensed his hesitation, and at the first tendril of his energy, she turned her head to look over her shoulder.

"Lucien, please, let me feel everything, even if it hurts. I want to feel.” She relaxed completely to let him know how much she wanted this, completely letting herself go with the moment. As he worked her, her clit twitched and throbbed, and her pussy clenched spasmodically.

The pain started to feel good. His probing fingers felt good, rotating around, widening her. Oh, so, so good. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the sensations, focusing on the movements of his fingers inside her, feeling the firm grip of his hand against her hip to brace her in place. She moaned. Oh, she was so ready. She wanted. She wanted...

"Lucien,” she groaned, “please hurry up and take me now!"

Lucien let his palm roam up and down her back before drifting over her round bottom. Breathing hard and shaking with excitement, he gripped one perfect cheek. His oiled fingers played inside her anus as he breached her. She quivered, and he pulled his fingers out.

"Come on up on hands and knees, my darling Aislan,” he whispered. In an all-four's position, he could control the depth of the penetration. She obeyed him instantly even though her arms and legs shook, but he sensed she did not shake from fear.

"I have imagined your beautiful, perfect ass around my cock so many times.” He cupped her mons, her juices flowing from her pussy and dribbling down onto his hand, her proof of an insatiable appetite that matched his. He straightened and adjusted her in position, holding onto her hips. She braced herself in readiness. Because Lucien had all the time in the world, he did not rush her.

Positioning his cock at her pussy, he penetrated to the hilt, and she groaned and widened her legs. He dug his cock back and forth swiftly in her wet vagina, pounding into the soft, unresisting flesh—fast and deep. His gaze focused on the tempting curves of her buttocks. He slowed down, taking it easy, making it last as long as possible. Once, he nearly came and had to pull out. Bending, he pressed his face against her neck and rested against her for a moment. When Lucien had himself under control, he pushed back into her body and started again, fast, then slow, then fast. When he sensed her peaking, he reached around and played with her clit until she came. While she still writhed, he let go of her to lube up while he feasted on the vision of her bare bottom wiggling lusciously.

Holding a tight rein on his excitement, Lucien positioned himself at her buttocks. He leaned over to press a kiss against her ear. “All right, love?” he asked, cock in hand, rooting in readiness.

She panted and turned her face until she pressed her mouth against his. “Yes,” she moaned, giving in to him. “I love you. Do it, please. I want to.” She braced herself again.

"Relax for me, Aislan. Relax and accept me."

"Yes, darling."

He kissed her mouth hard before pulling himself upright. “Relax, love. You are so beautiful. I'll ease it in slowly. My darling Aislan. That's it. Let me in.” He groaned at the sight of his cock sinking between her bottom cheeks. Aislan's entire body shook. Her hand fisted and pressed against her mouth. He felt her forcing her body to relax, and he waited until he saw her limbs go soft. He pushed into the puckered rosebud, easing into her gently, not forcing, pressing slowly.

"Relax, my love.” Bending, he kissed her tears, tasting the saltiness. He could numb her to the pain, but he left it up to her now because she had control. Aislan turned for his kiss, her lips clinging. Making the final push, he caught her scream and held her as she shuddered. Then she accepted him, pulling him in, sucking him in. He lost all rational thoughts.

Mounting her, Lucien's body flattened hers onto the bed. With his arm above her head, he anchored her in place as he thrust all the way in. As he seated himself to the balls deep up her ass, he groaned aloud his pleasure.

"By God, you are tight.” Moving slowly to savor the moment, he took a series of shallow thrusts so he could remain deep within her. “I need you so much,” he growled. “Oh, darling, move like that. Yes, you move just right. You are so lovely, so perfect. My beautiful Aislan, come for me again.” Rubbing her clit, he waited for her to reach her climax. She bucked, and he panted, groaning when her buttocks squeezed him in and out. She came just in time. “Aislan, God in heaven, I cannot hold back much longer."

He lay on top of her as he came, shaking and gasping hoarsely. Finally, he pulled out, his hot cum still shooting, spurting over her ass cheeks and her thighs. His limbs shook from his release; his gaze still fastened in enthrallment on her bottom. Cum rolled out from between her buttocks, and his cock rose and hardened at the sight.

She turned to look over her shoulder and saw his captivation. “Darling, yes,” she said. “Come back to me."

God help him, for there was no helping himself.

"Aislan, Aislan,” he whispered as he wedged himself between her perfection, and she pushed to impale herself. He buried himself until he had disappeared completely inside between the beautiful cheeks. He quickened his pace, and her gasping receptiveness only drove him further over the edge.

It would be the end of the Sorcery Circle when the two white-haired witches reigned.

Sorsverein
Penderby paced his secret chamber where he had spent the past ten days regenerating from the forbidden practice of divining the Oracle.

For fifteen years, the Witch had haunted his dreams—his
sorsvasus
, the flaxen-haired Narisse, who had stolen the Sacred Scroll and disappeared without a trace. About two years ago, Penderby started dreaming about the coming of the second witch. Somewhere along the way, Narisse would take an apprentice, another witch with the same light hair. The second witch would decipher the coded Scroll and use it to destroy the Sorcery Circle. The Oracle had warned him of this.

However, Penderby could not trace the whereabouts of either witch. Like Narisse, the second witch could not be detected by anyone. She only appeared in Penderby's dreams a few times, standing in a mist, but even then, he could see her face. Penderby had sketched her image and sent two of his
sorsvasus
, Nadan and Daman, to search for her and to bring her back, dead or alive. It had taken them nearly two years before Daman discovered that the woman turned out to be Hayton Temple's well-hidden wife, Lady Aislan.

As fate would have it, Templeton Castle had been under surveillance for the past year because of Hayton Temple's treasonous activities. Instead of having the Royal Guard fetch Temple and bring him back to Court to execute him publicly, Penderby had made a political move. He planned Temple's secret assassination in order to infiltrate Templeton Castle with a shape-shifter, who would carry on with the activities and weed out the rest of the traitors.

Last month, during his reconnaissance of Templeton, Daman had discovered more than a dozen portraits of Hayton's wife in his private library. Those portraits depicted the pale-haired witch from the time she was a little girl and throughout her growing years until she had grown into womanhood. Recognizing her immediately, Daman had stolen a small portrait to bring back to Penderby.

Capturing Aislan Temple and bringing her back to court would be risky because Penderby would not be able to prove how she was tied to Hayton Temple's activities. The Church's disapproval with everything associated with the Circle and the general discontent the populace harbored for the sorcerers forced the Circle to be cautious with their behavior and activities. Executing a woman based on Penderby's unsubstantiated recommendations would place the Circle under further censure. Because Penderby could not expose how he came to know about Lady Aislan's future disruption of the Circle, he made plans to get rid of her at the same time as her husband.

Of course, all had not gone exactly as planned.

It turned out that his greatest hope, Lucien—Penderby's son—had thwarted everyone.

The courtesan Helena had loved Penderby, but he had not cared for her. When Penderby rejected her, Helena jabbed a knife several times at her stomach in front of Penderby. Penderby had to heal her scratched womb, and doing so, he sensed the unborn babe was a sorcerer and could possibly be his. Helena went through a tortuous pregnancy, and when the child was born, he named the boy Lucien. The Oracle had predicted that Lucien was Penderby's greatest hope to save the Sorcery Circle.

When Helena gave her six-year-old to the king, Penderby had watched after Lucien, and then taken him as apprentice a year later. Penderby had been appalled when his light of hope turned out to be a painfully shy little boy who cringed at the sight of blood and violence, easily overcome by weak emotions. Penderby was proud how he had forcibly reshaped his son and removed almost all traces of weaknesses. He admired Lucien's resiliency, even as a young boy, who recovered quickly no matter how severe Penderby's punishments.

The topmost positions in the Sorcery Circle required a resolute disposition when it came to necessary killings, and Penderby followed tradition by molding Lucien into a royal assassin. It was fitting because it was the only path that could make a man out of his highly emotional son.

In his latest divination of the Oracle, Penderby discovered that Lucien would be the one to find both witches. That had come true, although not in the way Penderby had intended. Penderby had not expected Lucien to be taken with the witch and decided to champion her instead.

Nevertheless, Narisse and Aislan would come together, and Lucien would lead Penderby to them both. He would help Penderby kill the two witches to save the Circle and future generations of sorcerers from extinction.

The secret chamber where only Penderby had entered in the past forty years lay deep beneath the Circle. Penderby left, making his way down the long, cold stonewalled hall leading back up to the palatial Circle aboveground. He walked through several halls until he arrived at the
sorsvasus
quarters, where he opened one of the doors and entered. A huge sarcophagus-like structure rested near one corner of the room. Walking next to it, Penderby stood looking at his
sorsvasus
Daman reclining there.

The four shape-shifter
sorsvasus
had returned a sennight ago. The first few days in the forest, the other three had tried to heal Daman, and apparently, they had succeeded. This was the second time in Penderby's life that he had seen a survivor with a hole in the head. Lucien's sword had partially pierced Daman's skull but somehow must have bypassed brain matter completely. His son's half-hearted attempts, not only in this matter but also in combat, had landed him in heaps of trouble before. This time, Lucien dealt a lucky stroke that spared Daman's life.

Penderby had taken care of the matter immediately. Going on instincts, he had placed Daman in a deep sleep. The brain was a tricky area, and Daman lay at Penderby's mercy while the Healers threw up their hands and assumed Daman had finally succumbed to his injuries, hovering near death. But not quite.

The time would come soon for Penderby to decide whether to allow Daman to live or not based on Lucien's making the right choice.

Penderby had no doubt that, in the end, Lucien would come through for him, especially once he discovered that Penderby was his father. His deep attachments would work to Penderby's advantage.

Lucien might consider Penderby to be a harsh sorcery master, brutal in discipline, but he would also recognize the full attention and underlying love Penderby gave him every day for most of his life. Penderby singled out Lucien for both punishments and rewards. He had always been there for his son, raising him and protecting him, making sure Lucien wanted for nothing, bailing him out of trouble, the latest of which was sending Jaden to South Sharland to retrieve him. Penderby had remained hidden in the background, hooded, intervening only at the last moment. Lucien, still appallingly overwrought over his whore mother, had been uncooperative and nearly got Jaden killed. Penderby, infuriated, had to step in and waylay the guards.

Soon, Penderby would summon his son to return to the Circle, and Lucien would have to make a choice. If he made the wrong one, Penderby would present Daman's corpse to the courts and charge Lucien with murder.

Penderby would not tolerate disloyalty against the Circle, especially from his own son whom he had carefully groomed to become the future
Sorsverein
.

For several days, Lucien put Aislan through some basic regimens with Archangel's Fire. Though awkward at first because of the heaviness of both the weapon and its casing, she could now sheathe and unsheathe the dagger quickly. Once she had better control of the weapon, he showed her how to deflect projectiles. Holding the dagger in one hand and the scabbard in the other, she learned to bat either one at whatever he tossed at her. Initially, he used clumps of dirt. When her reflexes had improved, he picked the stones along the bank of the spring and flicked them her way. Based on his last-minute calling, she quickly turned either the blade to deflect or the edge to split the tiny pebbles he aimed her way. His training rigorous and intensive, Aislan sensed Lucien's urgency to arm her with as much skills as he could cram into every moment. He lived as if something could happen tomorrow, and he would not be there for her. His fatalistic demeanor alarmed Aislan, but she adjusted to his timeframe without a question. He loved her and only wanted to protect her, and she would do whatever it took to ensure their future together.