Mad, Bad & Dangerous

“What? However what?” Kett wriggled madly. He wasn’t going to just leave her like this, was he?

But Bael laughed and reached for her underwear again, sliding the lace down her hips. She relaxed a little-but only a little, because her body was wound up tight, needing him to touch her again. To taste her.

“However,” he murmured, dropping the knickers on the floor. “I’m wondering if this might taste better.”

And with that, he put his head between her legs and gave her pussy one long lick. Kett shuddered and nearly came, her legs shaking as she moved them wider apart to give him better access.

Bael parted her with his fingers, stuck his tongue inside her and then she did come, a wave of release crashing over her as her body snapped like a spring wound up too tight.

“Mmm,” he said, and the vibrations made her shudder a little more. “That was delicious.”

“Flatterer,” she said, and was appalled to hear her voice shaking.

“I’m sincere! However can I convince you?” He gave her labia a thoughtful nibble.

By doing that, Kett thought, but couldn’t quite manage to get her voice working enough to say it.

“I’ll just have another taste while I think about it,” Bael decided, and sucked her labia between his lips. She gasped, her hips bucking as his tongue teased her delicate flesh. He stilled her with his hands, dipped his tongue back inside where she was dripping wet then circled her clit.

Kett hadn’t really recovered from her first orgasm yet, and she felt the waves building in her again as he licked and sucked her most sensitive flesh. Her heels dug into his back. Her hands clenched the sheets. Her breath came in gasps.

Bael slipped his finger into her cunt and she came again, tightening around him, loving the feel of it inside her. Wanting more. Wanting something bigger, longer, thicker inside her.

“More,” she gasped, her body twisting as he licked and sucked her relentlessly. “Inside me, more!”

Obligingly, he added another finger. Then another. He twisted them inside her and her hips came right up off the bed. But it still wasn’t what she wanted.

“Fuck me,” she panted. “For the love of the gods, fuck me!”

Bael bit the inside of her thigh. “I think I’ve kissed you better enough for now,” he murmured, his voice just a little ragged, and flipped her over onto her stomach. All Kett really registered was that he wasn’t licking her anymore, that her cunt was empty of his fingers, and she was just about to protest when he pulled her up to her knees and slid that big, hard cock of his deep inside her from behind.

“Oh gods,” she choked, shaking as he pushed home as far as he could go, his balls brushing her clit. Her legs wouldn’t hold her anymore, and she had the fleeting thought that this was the first time since the accident that it had been pleasure making her muscles ineffective, not pain.

Then Bael withdrew from her, sliding out with wonderful friction, his hands sure on her hips as he pulled out so far the head of his cock slid against her pussy lips and her brain became useless. He plunged back in again, and Kett’s arms collapsed beneath her, her body falling to the mattress. Her legs would surely have given way too, but Bael held tight to her hips as he thrust into her and back out again, in and out until she was completely mindless with pleasure.

She came again, a series of rolling orgasms that nearly made her black out, and only came to when the friction stopped and she realized Bael was no longer moving inside her. He’d rolled her to her side, and although he was still inside her, his penis was soft. Her thighs were sticky with come. She hadn’t even felt it, her orgasms had been so overwhelming.

Lazily, he nuzzled the back of her neck, pushing strands of sweaty hair away from her skin. “Better?”

She could hardly breathe, let alone speak. She managed a nod and felt his body shake a little with laughter. “Let me know if it starts hurting again. I’ll be glad to treat it.”

Kett smiled, and then she gave an exhausted laugh. “Sure,” she panted. “I like your kind of…treatment.”

He slid out of her, rolling her in his arms so she was facing him. Kett wasn’t usually much of a snuggler, but when Bael pulled her close she curled into him, liking the lazy way he held her as her heartbeat slowed back down, the heat of his body warming her. He smelled good, clean sweat and hot skin, and when his lips brushed hers, he tasted good too.

“Mmm,” he said. “You taste like Xinjiangese food.”

“That’s interesting,” she said, tucking her head under his chin. “We were eating Nihonese.”

“Were we?”

“Yes. We’re in Nihon, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“Er…” Bael began.

She lifted her head. “You hadn’t noticed?”

“Well, Miho was speaking Xinjiangese! Wasn’t she?” he added suspiciously.

“Yes, but then she is Xinjiangese. She just lives in Nihon.”

“Oh,” Bael said, his body slightly tenser than it had been.

“What, don’t you like Nihon?” Kett asked sleepily, snuggling back down.

“Oh no, I like it fine. They just, er, don’t like me much.”

“They don’t?”

“No. Chucked me out a couple of times.”

Kett felt herself mildly amused by this. “Out of the country?”

“Yep.”

“What for?”

He seemed to think about it. “Can’t remember.”

Well, that was kind of adorable. Kett figured it was a sign of her misspent youth that she thought it was cute when a guy couldn’t remember why he’d been deported. It certainly explained much about her taste in men.

“Well, I won’t tell anyone,” she murmured, and closed her eyes, falling asleep in Bael’s arms.

When she woke up, he was gone.

Chapter Four

“Miho says he seduced the Emperor’s daughter,” Chance said as they approached the cave high on the mountainside.

Kett pulled on the reins of her munta. “So they chucked him out?”

“She was supposed to be pure for marriage. It’s considered an act of treason.”

“Isn’t it usually a death sentence for treason?” Dark rumbled.

“Yeah, but he has friends in high places, Miho says.”

Kett gave her a sideways glance. “You don’t believe her?”

“Well…come on, do you? Bael? He looks like he just rolled out of prison.”

“So?”

“So, do jailbirds usually have friends in high-” Chance broke off as Kett raised an eyebrow. Dark hid a smile. “Oh all right. Well, that just means you two are perfect for each other.”

“Oh sure. Apart from the fact that he’s a lunatic.”

“Well, you’re a lunatic.”

Kett opened her mouth to protest, then briefly considered her life history and let it go. “And he buggered off without another word this morning.” The Curse of Kett strikes again.

“Because the proviso on his escaping the death sentence first time around was that they wouldn’t be so lenient if he ever came back.”

Kett made a face and grumbled under her breath. She didn’t know why she was complaining about it. It wasn’t as if she was bothered. Bael had been fun-in the sack, he’d been a lot of fun-but he was a nutball and she just didn’t need that.

It was better this way.

She dismounted outside the cave, which looked entirely unthreatening in the bright sunshine, and moved forward. The entrance was just high enough for a grown man to pass under without concussing himself, and inside the ceiling rose to maybe fifteen or sixteen feet at the highest point.