The Soldier's Lotus (4 page)

Her flesh was still cold from the seawater, but her touch
was like fire on his skin, sending hunger through him. “I will take you, then.”
It was half statement, half question. He laid his hands on her shoulders,
feeling her delicate frame beneath his strong, soldierly hands.

All Saerileth did was look up at him through her long,
black eyelashes and nod. That sent Darien over the edge. He picked her up and
kissed her mouth, tasting her lips as if they were fruit. She was half his
size, and he easily wrapped his arms around her back, bringing his hands to her
opposite sides. She threw her arms around his neck as she kissed him back with
equal fervor. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and due to their size
difference, she was practically perched on his massive, muscular frame. To
Darien, she was no weight at all. He had carried heavier sacks of grain.

Saerileth
unwrapped
her
pallav
from her left forearm and tossed it away. With both
hands free, she ran her fingers across Darien’s close-cropped hair. Between
kisses, Darien could catch glimpses of her body. Under the
pallav
,
she wore a short shirt that left her midriff bare, and the skirt she wore,
though tight, accommodated a wide range of movement. The material was elastic
enough to allow her legs free reign.

Darien laid Saerileth down on the divan and lay on top of
her, though he rested most of his weight on his forearms and one knee that
wedged itself between the cushions.
So much for the pristine state of the
divan!
But to Darien, this moment made his saving it worth it. He wanted to
be rough with Saerileth, but this was her first time with him, so he promised
himself he would be gentle. By the way she ground against him and the way she
deep-kissed, Darien guessed she was skilled in sex, but he could not know
whether she had ever taken a man of his size inside her before. Considering she
was dressed as if she had just come from the
Dimadan
,
he guessed she had not. The
Sunjaa
were better
endowed than the Zenji, and Darien was better endowed than any other
Sunjaa
he knew. And he had seen a lot of cocks in his day.

Saerileth blindly yanked at his breeches, and he blindly
yanked at the shirt that hugged her breasts. They could not stop even for a
moment to look at what they were doing; he needed more of her kisses. He did
not want to miss one taste. He was greedy for this beautiful, pale stranger,
and her clear desire for him only served to make him abandon all reason. His
growl slipped past her tongue, and she responded by sucking on his bottom lip.
His cock swelled, and he was obliged to reach down and loosen the strings so
that his cock might burst free. When it did, it slapped against Saerileth’s
belly with such a smack that she gasped and pulled away from Darien. Her eyes
searched his in wonderment, as if she had discovered hidden treasure. She gazed
into his eyes as her hand found his cock. Once she touched it, she smiled at
Darien, let slip a light laugh, and fell to kissing him again.

Darien reached under her skirt and pulled her underpants
off, tossing them and letting them fall where they may. His fingers sought her
pussy, and he was pleased to find it wet and prepared for him. His middle
finger caressed her slit slowly up and down as the tip of his index finger found
her clit and massaged it. Saerileth moaned into his mouth and opened her legs,
inviting him in. She stroked his cock with the same speed he fingered her,
making him feel like he was already fucking her. Saerileth knew what she was
doing, that was certain, and Darien was amazed at how much she was able to
accomplish through nothing more than kisses and a hand-job. His cum raced up
his shaft, blazing a path of burning desire all through his cock. But he did
not come. He took his cock in his own hand and stood before Saerileth.

“
Get inside me,
Captain,” she said, lifting her skirt up to her waist. “We can enjoy the oral
pleasure another time. Make me yours, now!”

Darien was not about to argue over her sexual alacrity. He
flipped Saerileth over on her stomach. “It’s easier this way.”

Saerileth looked back over her shoulder and licked her
lips. She rested her head in the crook of her right arm as her left hand
grasped the end of the divan. Darien positioned her right leg into
a
L-shape on the divan while letting the left lie straight.
Her naked and bare sex lay exposed to him. Her pussy was beautiful, perfect
pink lips, hairless as Zenji were wont to have them, with just enough of an
opening to make a man want to part them all the way. Darien licked his fingers
and ran them over the head of his cock, wetting it with saliva to make his
entrance easier. He did not boast about the massive size of his dick; he just
considered it courteous to take it easy on women until they were used to him.

He pressed himself against Saerileth’s pussy until the head
of his cock slipped through. She was soaked, and her excitement helped ease him
in. She let out a long, slow moan as her whole body tensed. Her toes curled.
She gripped the cushions of the divan even harder, and she buried her face in
the velvet pillows. Darien held himself perfectly still, his cock only halfway
in her. He was oversized, and though many of his crew envied him his cock,
Darien would actually have liked one a bit smaller. All his concubines had had
this reaction when he had first taken them. It was damned inconvenient, not
being able to slam into his women with all his might. Sometimes he wanted to
cut loose, but he knew he could not. Even in slow, easy sex, there was always a
touch of pain.

Saerileth recovered and looked back, her blue eyes full of
passion for him. She gave a slight nod, and Darien pressed forward. This time
Saerileth did not look away. She raised her ass, angling her pussy for deeper
penetration, and Darien slid home. With his balls pressed against her clit, he
felt his cum build inside his shaft. He paused again, waiting for Saerileth to
grow accustomed to him, but she whispered back, “Show me what your cock can
do.”

Darien groaned and pulled halfway out, then buried himself
again. The walls of her pussy clenched his cock, and with each thrust, it was
like he was breaking new ground again. Saerileth had perfect control over her
body, especially her vagina, and she knew how to use it to best effect. Darien
fucked her with long, gentle, but deep strokes, each time ending the thrust
with his balls against her clit. He reached under and massaged her button, and
that served to open her legs wider, to raise her ass just a little more, giving
Darien just a bit deeper access. Saerileth winced on his next time in, and
Darien felt his cock completely harden. It was stone, its maximum length, so he
knew he had to be careful. His cock was striking her cervix, but as she was
lying on her belly, he could fuck her without injuring her. Saerileth moved in
just the right way, too, increasing Darien’s pleasure, bringing him closer to
climax with each thrust.

Saerileth leaned her head back as if searching for a kiss.
Darien leaned forward and gave her one. She reached back and caressed his face
as they kissed, and when Darien pulled away, ready to resume his pussy
ministrations, he saw her tattoo.

“
Abrexa’s
cunt!”
Darien caught her arm
and turned it so that he could better see her left inner forearm. Just as he
thought he had seen: a Red Lotus tattoo, fully bloomed and inked. He pulled out
of her and stood. “You’re a Lotus?
A full-blown Lotus?”

Saerileth turned over. “That is true.” She reached out and
took his hand, drawing him back to the divan. “But I am your concubine now, by
Sunjaa
law and contract.” She gestured in Kamen’s
direction. Darien glanced back to see his first mate standing near the door.
Kamen fumed, but Darien could not think about his friend’s inexplicable bad
humor at that moment.

Saerileth sat Darien down on the divan and climbed on top.
She lowered herself onto his cock, taking it slow but steadily until his entire
length disappeared inside her. So much smaller than he was she that she was
able to lock her ankles around his knees and bounce up and down on his cock,
using his muscular thighs as a springboard. She planted her hands flat against
his pectorals for support as she rode him, and as she fucked him with more
vigor than he had ever seen in any of his concubines, she traced the
water-serpent tattoo that started on the left side of his chest, went over the
shoulder, across his shoulder blade, and down along his left side, its tail
ending down near his lower abdomen. It was a magnificent tattoo, but it was not
the one Darien was thinking about. Saerileth fucked him, and it was like heaven
to him, but still Darien could not take his eyes from that Red Lotus tattoo.

He was fucking a Red Lotus.

He had found a Red Lotus on the open sea.

He had taken a Red Lotus as his concubine.

Saving her from gang-rape, he had claimed her by salvage
rights, so no one could take her away from him. Someone had purchased her,
surely. That had to have been the reason she was on her way to Arinport. What
had happened? How
could the captain that was transporting her
have so easily
lost her? Had her ship been attacked? How could a Red
Lotus possibly have ever found
herself
friendless and
unprotected in the world? Now she was his. All these questions raced through
Darien’s mind in an instant, for Saerileth still vigorously fucked him, and the
only thing he could really attend to was her tits bouncing before him and the
cum that shot up his shaft.

Darien leaned forward and took one of her pink nipples in
his mouth. He sucked and nibbled at it until it pebbled, and the skill with
which he tended to her caused her to cease her bouncing and switch to rocking
back and forward, bringing deeper sensations from her pussy down on his cock.
When he sucked one nipple, he pinched the other, and then he switched. He
increased the pressure of his tweaking until she shuddered and locked her hips
against his, her high whine betraying her orgasm.

He had made a Red Lotus come.

After she recovered, she opened her blue eyes and seized
Darien with the beauty of her fresh, revived countenance. Her orgasm had made
her lovelier; her eyes glowed. She began to rock again, and she ran her thumbs
across Darien’s nipples. His cock hardened more. She leaned down and kissed
him, though she kept her back arched to maintain that sweet angle of her pussy
as it sheathed him over and over again. Her kisses and caresses took him over
the edge, and when Darien came, he grabbed Saerileth by the waist and held her
in place until he had emptied all his seed into her.

Saerileth did not even try to escape; she seemed happy to
take everything he offered her. And with a final lingering kiss, she slipped
off him and collapsed in sweaty fatigue next to him on the divan.

Darien saw Kamen as if it were for the first time. Though
he basked in the sunshine glow of Saerileth’s sex, Kamen stood in some
self-imposed gloom. But at that moment Darien did not care.

“
I think I will retire
now, after all,” Darien said. He had his riches; he had his Lotus. What more
did he need?

Chapter Three

Saerileth
tried to calm herself, to catch her breath, but her Lotus
training utterly failed her. She lay, panting and sweating, and she could not
tear her eyes from Darien.

Darien, her new master.
Darien, the glorious beauty
of the noonday sun.
He was just the same as in her dreams. It had been
thirteen years ago, and she had grown from a five-year-old child, small for her
age, into a woman of full breasts and round hips – but Darien, he had been a
grown man then. As a child she had not noticed his extraordinary beauty. Then
he had been to her a savior only, one of Alaxton
Battlebringer’s
own soldiers come to pull her from that pit of death. It had only been as she
grew older that she realized that that face and form in her dreams were those
of a perfect specimen of
Sunjaa
manhood.

Darien.
His
name had the traditional -en suffix for
Sunjaa
male
names, and the sound of it was pleasant in her ears. Only an hour ago she had
been lying in her lifeboat on the open sea, waiting for death, and now she was
here, lying in the sweat-soaked arms of the man whose kindness had turned the
nightmare of her childhood into the pleasantness of waking in safety. She had
faced death on the deck of his ship, an ugly, humiliating death by gang-rape,
and he had saved her again.

Darien’s breathing was still fast, but she could tell by
his deep inhalations that he was a strong, vigorous man, one who would
doubtless be able to leap from this couch to wield a sword without a moment
more to recover.

Saerileth closed her eyes and listened. The breath of the
first mate – Kamen, Darien had called him – was still uneven. She raised her eyelids
slightly, the direction of her glance effectively screened by the thickness of
her lashes. Kamen stared at Darien, whose eyes were still closed, with a look
of frustrated lust such as Saerileth
had rarely
seen
not directed toward herself. Kamen stood easily, the rocking of the ship no
difficulty for him, but still he kept one hand stretched before him to hold
onto the table. Saerileth knew at once that he must be hiding his erection. So
the sight of a naked woman was not distasteful to him, then. But Kamen wanted
his captain; Saerileth knew it as certainly as if Kamen had confessed it
himself.