Season 3, Episode 7
Written by Tof Eklund
Read by Tawn Krakowski
I woke up feeling unexpectedly good. Something was different. Actually, a great many things were different: the mattress was softer than the bedding in Kaye’s room, and sheets of smooth silk caressed my skin. The sheets weren’t the only gentle touch I felt: Kaye lay on his side next to me, one arm curled around me, his fingertips resting lightly on my belly.
My belly! The constant churning discomfort in my gut was gone! I jerked up to a sitting position. Kaye’s arm slid away as I rose, and he mumbled incoherently before rolling onto his back. I poked and prodded my stomach, feeling for any change in the firmness there. I checked myself for spotting: no blood, and I wasn’t cramping. At least I wasn’t about to miscarry.
I reached over and shook Kaye.
“Kaye, wake up!”
“Hmmmm….?” he half-yawned, his eyelids fluttering before closing again.
“My belly sickness is gone!”
His eyes popped open, their intricate hazel depths flashing like leaping sparks.
“Really?” Kaye reached up and pulled me into a fierce embrace. “That’s wonderful!”
“You don’t—” I began, but was interrupted when he kissed me.
Without a thought, I responded, returning his first kiss and meeting a third with parted lips. The omnipresent sour flavor in my mouth was gone. I welcomed the clean taste of his tongue against my own. Kaye was already half-hard against me. I felt his cock stretch to its full length against my upper thigh and I wiggled my hips against him as a familiar warmth rippled over me and pooled between my legs.
“Wait,” I said, pulling away.
Kaye released me, his expression confused.
“This isn’t supposed to happen.”
“The baby!” he gasped.
Seeing the sudden terror in his eyes, I laid a finger on his lips to quiet him. “No,” I said, “the baby is fine. It’s the magic. I should be sicker today, not less.” Seeing the question in his eyes, I removed my finger.
“You mean…when you made the priests vomit? That made you better?”
“I cursed them, Kaye. I cursed them with my nausea, and that should have doubled back on me.”
“Why? If you gave them your dawnsickness, you wouldn’t have it anymore, right?”
“That’s not how cursing works. To curse someone you have to want them to suffer, and there has to be something in you for them to suffer…” I trailed off at the unpleasantness of this description.
“So it’s honest,” Kaye said in an even tone. He caught my gaze and held it. “The danger in wielding a weapon is forgetting that you wish to do harm,” he quoted.
“From the Book of Still Water,” I replied. “I gave you that book to read when you were thirteen.”
“And I asked you why I should read a book by one of the spies of Pa’an. Do you remember what you said?”
I shook my head.
“You said that only a fool underestimates his enemies, and that only a monster forgets their humanity. You did what you needed to, Yelen, and you were prepared to pay for it. Your health is the Goddess’ gift; don’t spurn it.”
I blinked away a tear. “Kiss me,” I said, and he did, lifting his head to meet mine. My eyes closed as our mouths met and I settled back down onto his chest. My belly pressed against his firm stomach, reminding me that we wouldn’t be able to cuddle this way much longer. Live today.
Kaye’s hands caressed my back through my new nightgown, silk, like the sheets, the largest one in Theobel’s wardrobe. I ran my hands down his sides, rocked my hips against his erection, felt him shiver at my touch.
His fingers found the hem of my nightgown and pulled it up, exposing my bottom. My breath caught in a moment of anticipation before his palm came down on my cheek with a resonant smack.
“Ah!” My back arched, breaking my lock on Kaye’s lips. His other hand fell in an equally firm spank, and I felt Kaye’s mouth alight on my neck. He placed a row of kisses upon me, moving from just below my chin up under my jaw line to my ear, alternating kisses with spanks.
I growled and moaned as lines of hot fire spread over my body.
As I moved against him, Kaye’s cock sprung free of his nightgown, and finding it standing proud between my legs, I clamped by thighs around it, making him gasp.
“Oh, Yelen…” Kaye groaned as I shifted against him, rolling his manhood between my legs.
“That’s enough foreplay,” I husked. “I want you inside me.” Between my nausea-enforced abstinence and the progression of my pregnancy, I was already swollen and wet with need.
Kaye’s cock jumped, twitching against the line of my sex.
I rose up over my lover, drinking in the flushed ardor of his expression, and stripped off my nightgown. I yanked Kaye’s nightshirt up past his waist, then took him in one hand while I spread my labia with the other. I descended on him in one long, slow stroke, savoring the heat, the pressure, the rhythm that arose between the throb of his cock and the pounding of my pulse.
I rose and fell over him until my thighs grew tired, then settled my weight on his hips and rocked back and forth, leaning forward to increase the pressure on my clit. Kaye’s hands rose to caress my breasts, his fingers settling on my nipples and pinching them.
“Ahh! Ah…ow! Too much! Careful, Kaye, they’re really sensitive.”
“Is this better?” he replied, cradling my breasts in his palms and stroking me with feather-light touches.
“Ahhnnn… Goddess, yes….”
I could feel the orgasm building, rising within me, and I pressed my fingertips into my mound, rubbing in time to the movement of my hips, with Kaye’s caresses as counterpoint. It was coming, I was coming, I was on fire all over—
“Haa-aaah!” I felt my body clench around Kaye’s cock, which jerked inside me. He was very close. I kept moving against him, and my orgasm had scarcely passed when he came inside me, every quiver and pulse of his sex inside mine rolling through me like the echo of my own climax.
I was still astride my prince, huffing to regain my breath, when he said, in a soft, sex-soaked voice “Yelen, your skin…”
Even as I looked down at my breasts and belly, I knew what I would find there by the lingering heat I felt. Spirals on my breasts, fertility signs, arcane sigils beyond my ken…all of the markings from our first night together, those lines that had faded to nothing…there they were again, livid as a new sunburn.
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