The Concubine (11 page)

I stare down at the bloodied mangled mess, at what was once Lucian Valencette and I feel nothing.
“Lean!” and then you are there, holding my blood caked face in your hands, calling me to come back to you. “Lealin!” 
“Liam…” is all I can sorrowfully whisper before I fall into your arms with a sob, holding on to you more tightly than ever before, you, my life line and you buoy me, guide me back from the dark ocean depths of my insanity. I weep and weep until my tears become the rain that falls on us and washes everything away.
 

***
 

I sit by his side, he looks so small, so helpless, and so weak but alive, he lives because of Kivar. Thank the high heavens for Kivar and his potions my son is alive. I had not even contemplated the idea of seeking Kiva’s help, but you had my love and I cannot tell you how grateful I am that you did. The war has been won and the casualties are great but my son is not one of them. He is alive, though weak and healing he is nevertheless here with me.
Krea, the scheming, murderous bitch was swiftly put to death, along with Lucian’s remaining men. The Norian people, those had gone into hiding retuned in droves upon hearing of their young king’s victory and even now the men and women busy about the palace wanting and needing to return it to the glorious jewel it once was. These last three days have been spent in anxious agony awaiting your return with our children from the villages and vigilantly watching Liam’s progression. 
“Come away from that child and eat something, else the king comes and has my neck for not taking care of you.” Kivar grates, setting down a tray filled with food on the table by the bed. I can’t help the smile on my lips as I stand to embrace him. He stiffens and I fear he will push me away, but he surprises me by wrapping his arms around my waist, accepting the affection.

“You are the greatest friend, Kivar and I thank you ever so much for all you have done for me.” sincerely I say and rise to the tips of my toes to peck his cheek. 
“Save your kisses for our king, woman.” He grumbles but I see the slight twinkle in his eyes and I laugh.
“Indeed, pet, come and bestow your conquering king with kisses.”  
“Mama!” a whirlwind of black and blond slams into my legs and begin to rapidly babble all at once.
I fall to my knees and smother both with overdue kisses and tight hugs! “Mama you’re smothering us.” they both chorus and I laughed, squeezing them tighter.
“Come children and regale me with your adventurous tales of warriors and swords.” They both said a goodbye with a promise to return as Kivar led them away; each fighting to have their tale heard.
Not a second after and I am in your arms, my lips hungrily fastening to yours, not from passion, but for the simple need to have our lips mesh. Taking in your essence, lavishing in the texture, simply being once more Marik and Lealin. 
 

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Six months later…
The golden glow of the setting sun sweeps across the paleness of your flesh, casting it in golden loveliness. A smile, pure and joyous expands upon my lips and I lean down to plant a wet kiss between your shoulder blades, just below your nape. The rippling of muscles is all the warning I receive before I am in your arms, lavished with open mouth kisses, caressed by masterful hands, worshiped with unbelievable care. 
“How does it feel to be a Devlar, my love?” in your arms, held tightly against the expanse of your chest, your tongue laves wickedly, paying the utmost care to that spot just behind the shell of my ear that curls my toes.
“Extravagantly decadent.” I softly whisper as I succumb to the ministration of your honeyed tongue; deft fingers skim the surface of my flesh, traipsing down to the wetness between my legs.
“Continue this and we may not get out of bed.” 
“And who says I wish to rise from this bed? I intend to keep you in this room and on this bed for the rest of our lives.” I can feel your wicked smile against my neck. 
“I’m sure your councilors will love that.”
“What do I care of councilors? I am King! And a king does whatever the hell he pleases. And at this precise moment the king wishes to thoroughly ravish his Queen until he is blindingly sated.” 
Your kisses leave me breathless. Your tongue glides in the most sinful way against my own, delving deeper to take all that I willingly offer. You make a sound somewhere between groan and growl before kissing down my fevered body as your roving hands search blind, mastering me with each caress. And then the inferno of your mouth closes around my tender nipples and I draw in breath as you greedily suckle on the pebbled tip, moving to the other when I can take no more. My honeyed sex beckons you as your fingers dive between my legs finding my hot slick center. And then your fingers are replaced with something far more lethal, your silken hair brushing against my quivering thighs, I do nothing else but melt on your tongue.

Breathless, writhing, aching in dire anticipation of that building explosion I crave you, crave something else.

“Marik…” I call, needing you to understand. And you respond, you know.

Your claim is savage, raw; you’re beautiful, hard male body covers me perfectly as you nudge at my slick entrance, the blunt tip of your tumescent cock teases so beautifully. I’m so wet, tight as you precede, my walls hungrily swallowing every inch until you’re buried so deep, up to your balls.  You grip on my hips in the effort not to drive forward, but as I clench around you threaded your fingers through my hair, anchoring a hold before you began your temp, a tempo that only accelerates and I encourage you to drive in deeper, faster, I need you to make me scream. My bouncing breasts are in your mouth as I wrap my legs tighter around your waist, riding your every thrust until they become erratic and I know release is not too far. I withstand, and with your name on my lips I fall, my release clenching my walls around you as I bath your cock in volcanic fire. Your body seized by your release, I eagerly milk you as you bury your essence deep inside my womb. You ravish me with a kiss, your harsh breath billowing against my kiss bruised mouth. 

“You are mine, now and forever. You are the breath that sustains me and the blood that courses through me.” Your fingers interlace my own and silently I marvel at how well they fit. “I am going to keep you for all eternity.”
“I love you more than words can say and we will be together always, Marik.” Our kiss is everything sweet and lovely and I know this is my heaven.
 

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“Father!”
“Mama!” 
The voices of each child rang simultaneously in our ears and I try not to laugh as your face instantly brightens up and like a child you run with unrestrained mirth to meet them halfway as they crash their little bodies into your welcoming arms. 

Kivar arrives only moments later with a giggling Liam in his arms and I reach out for him; the maid not far behind. 
I take a seat on the blanket and set Liam beside me. Kiva after a brief moment of speaking with you comes and takes as seat as well. All around I watch silently as the children of the palace happily play with their mothers and fathers and once more I am grateful for this day and all the other wondrous days I have had with my family since all that has occurred. Life is fallen back to normal; those affected by the war try to move on with their lives. Today is a festive day and all the occupants of the palace are welcomed to join us and our family in the newly renovated royal gardens, where games and food are abundant for all to partake.

“And how is my little princeling doing? Your Mama has taken you all to herself.” You’re on your knees, a content smile on your face as you take Liam eagerly into your arms and blow a kiss on his cheek and I can only smile as he giggles with childish abandon and cups your face. This warms my heart more than you will ever know. You have taken to Liam like your own with an ease that has both surprised and gladdened me. I accept a gentle kiss on the cheek from you and watch as you take Liam to where Fintan and Cairan await your return. I know that I have finally found the family I have always wanted. And in Kivar, Somia, and Salyn I have found everlasting friendships. And in you my love, my king, I have found an infinite fountain of love from which I will continue to drink until our next lifetime. 
 

The End

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