“Oh, Rorke”—her tone of lust was already so desirous that I could only imagine how she had spent the time awaiting me—“yes, oh, please, take me as a reward for your task well-done…oh, Rorke, you saved that girl, and saved us, too, Rorke—oh!”
My head found its way between thighs that tightened amid the rapid lashes of my tongue. Shuddering, moaning, Branwen ground herself against my lips and cupped her breasts in her hands, teasing her nipples while watching me between her legs.
“Yes! Yes, please, Rorke, please—oh, sweet Anroa, I need your cock, Rorke! Fill me with your seed…oh, Rorke!”
Biting her plentiful lower lip with the tips of her white teeth, Branwen wriggled about beneath me and begged, “Give me a baby, Rorke, oh, please, please? I’ll carry your child, Rorke, I’ll gladly bear your heirs!”
Unwilling or unable to tell her that I suspected she might already be in for just such a task, I stood upright and drew her to the edge of her makeshift bed. Arranging myself between her splayed legs, I bent to press my mouth to hers.
Something fell in the darkness of the baggage compartment.
“What’s that,” she cried, throwing her hands over herself while I straightened up.
That same something moved quickly, scrambling from one end of the cargo hold to the other. However quick it was, I was far quicker. Branwen scrambled upright while, stark naked, I held no compunctions about dashing after the spy and catching hold of them. The interloper of our lovemaking cried out, their head lowering while Branwen said a magic word. The car filled with her faerie light, the golden high elf equivalent of the durrow’s blue wisp flames. While this magical fire flickered in the center of the car, my vision cleared to find I grasped the spying young man from before in my hands—his head was low, but it was undeniably the same head of hair I’d seen receding down the aisle.
Relieved it was not a porter or someone worse, I nonetheless scoffed as I asked, “Like sneaking about, do you?”
“Let me go,” protested the lad, his voice high and somehow familiar while he struggled to yank his arm from my grip. “Let me—”
An explosion whistled through the air. The airship rocked violently and the intruder tumbled against me. Our eyes locked.
Just as I recognized Elishta-bet, her hair cut short and her soft Temple garments exchanged for a boyish wardrobe to hide her identity, someone a few compartments back from us screamed, “Pirates!”
Branwen sighed and bent for her clothes.
“Guess we’d better get dressed,” she said. “See that sword of yours anywhere around here, Rorke?”
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Since Rorke Burningsoul has escaped the Nightlands, his life has been adventure without rest. Why should he be surprised, therefore, when the airship set to whisk him and his four lovely companions to Rhineland is boarded by the all-female pirate crew of the legendary ship, The Flying Rhinemaid? There’s no such thing as a cruise in the world of Urde—there’s only peril, and the will to overcome it. As the chaos in the air takes turns no one could expect and certain shattering truths come to light, Rorke must struggle to stay focused on the task of reclaiming the Ring of Roserpine…especially when he’s instead confronted by the constant temptation to seek out Gundrygia, the wild witch who is pregnant with his child.
Who can tell the best way to move forward? There is so much that the last of the Wotsungs does not know: about himself, about his heritage, about the world where he lives. Even about the women that he loves. Only one person seems willing to enlighten Wanderer Rorke Burningsoul without playing coy games.
And it just so happens that this person looks identical to him.
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