Page 48 of The Kingdom of Flames

“The Final Bride of Calendar…like the final star in the sky come to visit my realm.”

Celestine shut her eyes. His touch was wonderful. His thumb slid over her jaw, towards her bottom lip. She wanted to kiss it. Kiss this immortal’s thumb in his golden land of peace.

She would not have to wait long. She knew Tristien would take her this evening. His draw was too sweet.

“Such brightness within you…” Tristien murmured. Celestine opened her eyes, glancing from his face to the beauty of his hairless chest, built and lean. Her eyes traveled down, seeing his tight trousers, the long thickness of his cock hardening along his leg as he lay in leisure.

“You see what your presence does to me? I stiffen for you.”

“Yes,” Celestine murmured in the sliding sunlight, the wine hitting just right.

“Behold, we are not the only lovers on this road.”

Celestine looked to where his gaze was locked. The processions slowed without his order, stopping.

In the felled field, a woman her age straddled a man, riding him slowly. Her gown was cast aside, and her muscled body, lean from a life of work, gyrated slowly upon him.

“See how she takes him,” Tristien whispered in her ear. Tingles raced up her toes to her thighs. Tristien placed the gentlest hand on her hip, leaning on her as he talked.

The man groaned in pleasure, pulling on the yellow silk ribbon around her neck like a bridle.

“Her body grips him, teasing… tormenting… gripping in service.”

Celestine shuddered. Such a wanton display.

“They are wed?”

“In a way. She belongs to him. She must serve his lust.”

The young woman rode faster now, back and forth, grinding her pubis against his. She was hairless, something Celestine had never seen. The yellow ribbon around her neck drew tighter as the man she pleasured murmured something, drawing the ribbon tight. She rode faster, and Celestine felt her own quim hum with heat.

If she sought distraction, this was it. The feeling of Tristien’s hand on her hip was something she felt so very aware of. She thought of his stiff cock in his trousers. She could reach back now and feel it through the clothing, but she didn’t. Somehow, she knew she shouldn’t move, that he wanted her to watch, to see this.

The young woman looked up, eyes locking with Celestine. She opened her mouth in pleasure, the shame of being seen, the love of it.

“It approaches…” Tristien slid closer, his breath upon her neck. Celestine felt herself grow wet, watching this woman grip and slide, writhing above the groaning man.

Hands reached up as the man groaned. They found her neck, squeezing. The woman’s face turned darker, but she continued riding him harder. Celestine saw his cock being swallowed over and over by her hairless entrance.

“Now…” Tristien whispered.

The woman groaned and the man choked her harder.

“She must coax every string of pearls from him,” Tristien said. The woman did just that, hands around her throat, impaling herself again and again as the man moaned and filled her. One hand released, and the girl locked eyes with Celestine as a strong slap crested her face.

“He fills her,” Tristien’s voice dripped with approval. The two lovers collapsed, the woman on top of the man, but he pushed her aside, ordering something. She turned, nude and exposed, leaking with seed, cleaning him with her mouth.

Celestine was flush with lust. Never had she seen such a display. Before the procession renewed its journey, the girl drew her yellow wrappings back on. Her lover handed her something, and she trotted towards the caravan.

A yellow coin was in her fingers. She held it out to Celestine.

“Go on, take it,” Tristien ordered.

Celestine smiled at the girl.

“Blessings be upon you, Lord Solis,” the young woman said and handed Celestine the coin.

“Well done.” Tristien took the coin from Celestine as soon as she held it.

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