Barbarian Bound Ch. 05

I wrapped one arm around her to pry at her cheeks and spread her lips further to allow for my wandering tongue. The taste of her was different than anything that I had encountered; I did not mind the musk as it warmed my senses and urged me to fervently caress her with my tongue.

I tried to follow some of the same motions as she had, but I simply did not have the endurance to maintain the constant lapping motion and intense suction. I was breathing raggedly against her sex, as if she was trying to drown me in her juices, and I felt once more my own peak drawing near.

She delved her tongue into my aching pussy and with moisture slickened fingers, probed gently at my puckered hole, "Relax" she moaned, and as soon as I stopped clenching she slid the digit ever so slowly inside. She licked from my clit back into my quivering tunnel, over and over until I gasped against her sex in an intense full body orgasm.

She thrust her sex against my face as I cried out my pleasure, the heat of my cries flushing her dark lips and on the slow burn of my wick I sucked her lips into my fevered mouth and rubbed her sopping clit with my dainty fingers. Now it was her turn to moan and I felt her slip a couple fingers inside my sex, until they were sufficiently coated. I could smell the scent of my arousal as she brought her juice coated fingers between her own cheeks. I felt the stillness as she also tried to relax and then as she properly settled her fingers, her hips bucked forward against my waiting mouth.

"I am going to cum!" She moaned raggedly. I knew the bliss she was on the verge of experiencing, and I was determined to make it as memorable as she had made my own. I delved my tongue inside of her sex, as she had done several times to me, and I continued to work my fingers against her swollen clit. I felt the first tremors as her walls seized my tongue in a smooth rhythm and she moaned with such intensity.

I felt liquid pour out against my tongue and sprayed gently against my lips, dribbling down my chin. I removed my tongue and took a moment to admire her collapsing walls and catch my breath. Her scent was mixed with every breath of air I drew, and I lay back intoxicated and content.

After several long moments of hushed breathing she finally sat up and stretched with a sweet groan. "Thank you." She stood and began to redress as I continued to lay there and watch. "It was very brave of you."

"I am not sure I would call it bravery." I laughed, still recovering my wits.

"Sure it was. You have been through a lot, Zee, but more than that, I am your first woman." Jora tucked her pert breasts back into her leather vest. "It takes a lot of guts."

I blushed at her praise. "You were gentler than I thought you might be. Have you always been with women?"

"Not always, no, but they have been what I always desired." Jora helped me off the bed and wondered. "Was it obvious to you?"

"No, I-I just wanted to know what your lips tasted like." I chuckled softly, "It was actually quite reckless now that I think on it."

Now Jora chuckled with me, "True. Not every woman is born as us, men may find no fault in it, but it will mark you..."

I slipped the tunic back over my head and wiped at my face with the back of my hand. I could still smell her in my nose and it made my body wild with desire. I carefully shimmied back into my leathers which seemed a bit tighter as it clung to my sweat glistened skin.

There was a firm knock on the door, and I could hear Oro's voice from the other side, "We are almost docked, Esyld. Are you ready?"

"Just a minute!" I called to the door. I looked back at Jora and seeing the worry slipping over her lovely features I kissed her passionately. "What are you feeling?"

"I am scared." She fidgeted with her leather bracers.

"He will not hurt me again, I know it, and I can see it in him." I said trying to reassure her.

"I know, but that is not what scares me." Jora muttered.

"Esyld?" Oro called again from the other side of the door.

"We should get going; I will be portside getting some supplies as well. I will meet you back here." Jora said and started making her way to the door.

I made sure I looked tidy and followed behind her. Oro was leaning against the wall and righted himself as I emerged. His smile was warm and I could see the excitement in his eyes. Jora and Oro did not even exchange glances as she passed and walked towards the deck and for the split moment I saw Oro's eyes dart behind me and peer into the room.

I shut the door quickly and nodded curtly and attempted a softer smile.Why would it matter if he caught sight of our sheets?It was nonsense for me to react that way. "Where are we going?" I asked.

Oro's smile had faded around the edges and I could see him taking long, calming breaths. His eyes assessed me, and I could feel the acute stare over every minute detail. He cleared his throat suddenly, "Rose Shanty."

"Okay, shall we go?" I said squeezing by his broad frame, I felt him touch the small of my back, and I briefly stiffened before calming myself.

He followed closely behind me and guided me to the boats ramp. "Thank you for joining me." Oro took the lead now, "It is a short distance away." Oro extended his hand out to me, and I rested mine within. I small smile spread across his face, brightening the gloomy thoughts I knew he kept.

The streets of Port Villesra were filled with exuberant merchants and clients of every shape and color looking for a steal. There were dancing women, with finger bells, swaying their hips to the seductive music of the crowd around them. It was beautiful and I was quite drawn to the fluid motion of their hips and bellies and the delicate energy of their arms. Oro hardly seem to notice, as he watched my obvious admiration, "Beautiful." He paused a moment before walking us past the three women, "You look happy, Esyld."

"This is new, and exciting! I have never seen such a multitude of people, it is amazing." My eyes wide with awe, as we walked under a giant arch of stone with vines hanging down and around it. Just past the stone arch was a large pub with a vivid rose painted on a wooden hanging sign. Several red cheeked patrons kissed and chatted outside of the thick wooden door. "Is this it?"

"Mhmm." He smiled. "My favorite place in Port Villesra." Oro opened the door for me and ushered me inside. I was swallowed immediately by the warm atmosphere of quiet chatter and round tables circling around a large fire pit.

My jaw dropped in admiration; it was so completely different from the bustle outside, and the strange smells of street meat, incense and vagabonds.

Oro motioned to a serving wench who gave him a very wide grin. "Back again, aye?" Her voice was raspy despite her youthful appearance. "Yer usual place, sir?"

"No, we will need privacy." Oro replied.

The young woman seemed to think a moment, and said, "Gorgie can take ye, back o' the room, half wall purty private, sir."

"That will do thank you, Nessa." He said with a smile and a nod of the head. Her face brightened as he remembered her name.

"Right thisaway, sir." She beamed, swinging her hips sensually as she guided us towards the back of the large room, and behind a rather tall 'half wall'. It was rather dimly lit, but for a few large candles in the middle of the table.

We sat down across the table from each other, my back against the half wall and Oro posed to view the entrance to the small space. "Two glasses of your rum and some bread for the table."

"Two rose rums and a bit o' bread." Nessa winked and left the small area leaving us alone at the secluded table. We sat quietly, occasionally glancing at the other, until Nessa returned hands full of bounty. "'Ere ye go love. Got catch o' the day n' pigeon pie, love. Whadayahave?"

"Pie please, we have had our fill of fish." Oro laughed and Nessa giggled and went on her way. Once we had our privacy back, Oro reached out a hand across the table, palm up and waited.

I looked at his palm, and an urge twitched through me to lay my hand in his, instead I folded my arms under breast and took his gaze head on. I took a deep breath to calm the fluttering in my chest.

"What can I do?" He whispered, closing his palm and retracting his arm.

"I do not know, Oro. I do not know where things go from here." I replied. "You cannot just t-take, or restrain me whenever you feel like it." My voice trembled and I tried to remain strong, "You told me I was more to you than a slave, and then in the next moment, I am treated like one--."

"I am truly sorry--."

"No!" I hissed. "I am not finished!" My hands were now gripping the table and my chest was heaving madly. "You are sorry for the consequences of your action, but you feel nothing for the action itself. Can you tell me truly, that you would not force yourself on me as you have before?"

He paused for a long breath before answering, "You words show the truth, Esyld. I promise you now; I willneverforce myself upon you again. My word cannot repair the damage done, but if you are willing it can stop the spread of it."

I could not hold back my incredulous laugh, "Your word, the word of a barbarian."

Oro's eyes narrowed into slits, "You seem to enjoy thewordsof barbarians just fine..."

"Wha--?"

"Jora, she is abarbarian." Oro said trying to control his emotions.

My mind raced and I too tried to control my emotions from displaying openly. "You are right, she is. I trust her--."

"I couldsmellyou on her." He whispered. "There was a time you trusted methatway."

My heart sped in my chest, "There was a time that I did, when you said you would protect me...Before you raped me, left me defenseless..." My words choked off as tears welled up.

Oro stood and walked to the side of my chair, I held up my hands, trying to shield my crying eyes from his. I felt his strong arms and body wrap around mine, pulling me up from the chair despite my feeble struggle. He pulled my head against his chest, and cradled me into his lap, taking my seat on the chair. "Never again, I promise you." His own voice was trembling with emotion.

I cried softly against his chest, developing a fit of hiccups. "I cannot change the man that you are, but I deserve more than what you offer me."

"What can I do?" His chest rumbled against me, holding me in the warmth of his embrace.

"Treat me as your equal, Oro." I whispered tears finally abating.

"What else?" Oro asked.

"I do not know, but should I need or want something from you, I will let you know." I wiped my face self consciously as I was aware of Jora's musk my tears had reinvigorated.

I could see Oro repel back from my face as he too caught the scent. "I must ask of you one thing."

My stomach coiled in dreaded anticipation, "Yes?"

"I will notshareyou." His voice was thick as he continued, "I am yours alone, and as my equal, you will be mine, alone."

My breath shuddered at the thought of his lascivious attentions. I felt a sudden throb of regret that I had brought Jora into this chaos, that she could somehow be hurt in this delicate play. "Nothing happens to her, Oro."

"As long as nothing happens with her." Oro's voice was clear and commanding.

"If you break your word, I am free of you. Do you understand?" I tried to stand strong under his hard stare.

"I do." Oro replied, trying to soften his appearance with a slight smile. "I would like to stay with you tonight."

"On the boat?" I asked breathily. The fact that I had not said no, was a clear enough signal that I had missed him as well, even as I hated what he had done.

"No. I cannot be where you have lain with another, female or not." Oro rumbled. "Here." He pointed at the ceiling and then said, "Wait," before leaving around the half wall.

Why did I feel guilty that Oro knew of my intimacy with Jora? I hadn't felt guilty at the time when I was with her, why was there a sudden change of heart? I banished it away as Oro rounded the corner and grabbed my hand. "Come with me." He said, the weight of his words contained so much meaning.

"Okay." I whispered. I had a pretty clear idea of what was going to happen next, and it excited me, and still managed to make me anxious.

He drew me along leisurely across the large den and ushered us up the wide stairs to the floor above. We went down a narrow hallway, lined with doors and he opened the one at the very end. The room was modestly furnished with a small fireplace and a bed that would narrowly fit the both of us. There was a wash basin near the fireplace, and a window behind the bed that reminded me that the sun was still hours from setting.

He shut the door behind us, and asked, "Could you please wash up? Nessa and Gorgie will bring up dinner in a moment."

I nodded, and walked towards the wash basin. I splashed the water against my face and hands, taking great care to rub the coarse cloth against my skin until I could no longer smell the spiced musk of Jora stuck in my nose. "Better?"

Oro breathed deeply, "Much, thank you." He crossed the small space until he trapped my body between his and the wash basin. He eyed me cautiously as he drew his mouth down to mine, I did not reciprocate the kiss,at first. Soon however the weeks of tension spiraled into something sexual that demanded release.

My body quivered against his, and he gave out a deep moan. "I have missed you." He whispered.

Gods.I cried internally as the heat swelled within me. It was happening again, I was falling into the warmth of his passion. This time, though I knew I could refrain myself, I did not want to, and that one bit of truth made all the difference.

My tummy growled expectantly, which brought a small chuckle from his lips. As if on cue there was a gentle tap at the door followed by Nessa and Gorgie's smiling faces.

"Such sweet lovebirds." Gorgie cooed as she set a pigeon pie down onto a small hobbled table. She planted her hands on her rounded hips and flashed a crooked smile at Oro. "'Bout time, ye found a lass, was beginnin' ta think ye weren' 'quiped for settlin' down."

My face flushed as Oro smiled in response. "Finding the right 'lass' has taken me awhile." Oro's hands rested on my hips, and I buried my face against his chest to hide my embarrassment.

"Dun' be fooled by his exterior lass, the man is soft at heart. Hold fast to him." She chortled softly, "An' boy, ye better care well for a fine girl like that, or many other'll see fit to try. Like I always says to papa--."

"Gorgie..." Nessa murmured, "Prolly want space n' all."

"An' we been joined thirty some years!" She boasted. "Leave it to me to interrupt ye--." As Gorgie was about to divert onto another tangent thankfully Nessa grabbed her by the arm, after freeing here hands of the booze and bread and guided Gorgie out the door.

I poked Oro in the stomach, "Hmm. I think your soft interior is taking over." Of course his flesh was still taught over his toned muscles, but it felt good to lighten the mood with a petty joke.

"Is that so?" He threw his head back in genuine laughter. His eyes returned to mine, and he stroked his hands against my own midsection before drawing them up to my neck and pulling me in for a full, deep kiss. He exhaled heavily against my lips, "This is so nice, I have missed this...I have missed you." He whispered once more.

I felt his excitement trapped against me, and my heart fluttered. "You promised me dinner, and I am famished." I squirmed from between him and the basin and went to sit at the table, taking a sip of the rum. It was surprisingly sweet, and spiced with cinnamon. "Mmm." I cooed into my cup.

He sat down beside me and took a nice long drink from his own jug, and split off a piece of bread and handed me half. The pie was a seasoned brown, and smelled delicious. Oro wasted little time in quartering off a piece and placing it onto a wooden plate and handed me a spoon. Soon he did the same for himself, although his piece was quite a bit larger.

I tried to suppress my laughter which caught a raised eyebrow from him. "It is just that, you eat so much, and yet you look the way you do."

"Grown men need lots of food Esyld." Oro said with a warrior's satisfaction. He stuffed a heaping spoonful of pie into his mouth and his general disposition showed his blissful consumption.

I took another sip of the rum, and began to whittle away at my own pie, savoring each mouthful slowly. The meat, vegetables and pigeon gravy created a perfect meal to sate my hunger and calm my nerves. It allowed me to let go of the last few weeks, and nestle into the comfort of a great meal, and leave my cares to the wind.

Once I felt sufficiently full, I sat back with my hand over my belly. It protruded just slightly from gorging myself on pigeon pie. I decided against finishing the rum, opting for a sound mind and said, "You can have my drink."

"I thought you liked it." Oro said finishing the last of his portions and drinking to the bottom of his jug.

"I do, but I would just like some fresh water." I smiled at him, seeing his own contentment.

He stretched lazily, and said "As you wish." He left the room and I repositioned on the bed, crossing my ankles and stared at the wood ceiling. I wiggled my feet back and forth and hummed a childhood song softly. Soon enough Oro returned with a large pitcher of water and poured a small glass and brought it to me.

I sat up to drink so that I did not spill it down my chest and set the empty glass on a bedside table. "Thank you." I scooted over, offering space for Oro, and patted the bed, "There is no need to stand there, come lay down."

His smile seemed hesitant as he lay down next to me on the bed, and we both stared at the ceiling. "The food was good?" He asked.

"Very." I said rubbing my full belly.

His hand moved to rest on mine as he turned to face me, propping his head on his hand. I opened my mouth to speak but the words were lost to me. "What is it?" He encouraged.

"After the Governor--."

I felt Oro tense beside me, holding my hand desperately. Now it was my turn to shift and face him, till we were looking into one another's eyes. "It is okay, Oro. I just need to know, I do not remember much after you arrived. I need to know."

Oro nodded solemnly. "Go on."

"After the Governor had fallen, I felt sick, I remember you taking me up to the deck, and I think Jakob was there." I said trying to recall the night's events with detachment.

"Yes." He paused a moment, "I had him get Jora, to help care for you. He is loyal to me; I knew I could trust him."

I nodded, recalling a bit of faded memory. I pushed the thoughts of resentment away and instead focused on something true and powerful. "Thank you for saving me Oro."

Oro's lips trembled and eyes clutched tight as dampness invaded them. "It all felt wrong. I knew s-something was wrong. But I could not face what I had done to you." His voice broke as the first tears breached his long black lashes. "I-I sent Jakob, t-to check you. He came back, so fast, it scared me, I thought you had gotten free and left me."

I rubbed a hand against his shoulder and wiped at the tears dampening his cheeks.

Oro's eyes flicked open, water pooling, threatening to overflow, "He had seen the Governor boarding the boat...and I knew, I just knew I had made a horrible mistake. W-we tried, to get there as fast..."His voice broke again, a shudder passing through him, "I-I heard you, c-cry my name. The moment he walked on that vessel, he was a dead man. I will never be sorry for helping to kill him, or any consequence dropped at my feet because of it."

I nodded, remembering my own part in his death. I blinked the thoughts away and tried to spread my strength to the strong warrior trembling in front of me. "Nor will I."