“Cham, kah Circe,” Lahn said softly, his hand again at my neck, he gave me a squeeze, my eyes went to his face and then he tipped his head to the warrior.
Another honor guard. I nodded, got another squeeze, Lahn let me go and his eyes went back to the open space.
I followed the warrior, the other one moving in behind, and they escorted me to my cham and once they made sure the cham was safe for me, the flaps closed behind them.
My skin must have looked as bad as it felt for when the girls came in and Teetru and Jacanda took one look at me, Jacanda scurried out and Teetru started giving orders. Jacanda and Beetus drew me a cool bath with some kind of additive that I could have kissed them for because it took the sting out of the burn. Then Packa and Gaal came in with huge, spiked pieces of an aloe vera plant.
“Shahsha, my beautiful ladies,” I breathed when I saw the aloe vera. “Shahsha.”
They looked at each other, lots of brows raised or knit but this went along with smiles and then they kept busy.
Once I was out of the bath, all five of them and myself pressed the moisture out of the aloe vera and swiped it carefully on the burned parts of my skin.
God. Heaven.
Then I put on a lightweight, short nightie made of sky blue satin. Teetru and Jacanda set jugs of water on the table with soft cloths, Teetru making motions to me to communicate I was to use the jugs if I needed cool compresses.
I smiled at her, pressed my hand against my mouth and then extended it to her, to Jacanda and to Packa, Beetus and Gaal standing at the cham flaps.
“Thank you,” I breathed, they nodded and Beetus even hesitantly gave my gesture back to me.
It was cute so I winked at her. She, being Beetus, giggled and winked back.
Ghost jumped up on the bed, I winced when she got to me and her paw grazed my skin before Teetru rushed forward, confiscated the cub and said soothing words to me (and Ghost, who she was taking with her) on her way out.
The minute the flaps closed behind them, I collapsed on the silk sheet and stared at the ceiling of the tent.
One day down. Tomorrow, hopefully I would wake up at home and this sunburn would be a memory of the coma I was kind of hoping in a sick way I was in.
If not, I’d tackle the next day, again, one step at a time.
* * * * *
I woke when my thighs were gently pushed apart, my eyes opened, my body started and then I felt Lahn’s mouth between my legs.
Oh man, he hadn’t done this before.
“Lahn,” I whispered, scooting up to get away from him but his big hands shoved under my ass, his long fingers curled around at my h*ps and he held me to him. “Lahn,” I called but he made no noise, just kept working me.
I twisted my h*ps but he held on and then what he was doing penetrated.
God. I didn’t want it to feel good but, f**k me, he wasn’t good at this; he was great at it.
“God, Lahn,” I breathed as my body melted and it did this against my will.
He lifted me at the h*ps and sucked my cl*t hard and any will I had against what he was doing evaporated. My h*ps jerked. Then they started rubbing against his mouth, I couldn’t stop it, I didn’t try. It felt that good, so good; I didn’t want it to stop. No, I wanted more. So I rubbed harder, more demanding and my hands went into his thick, soft, long hair to hold him to me.
But he wasn’t going anywhere and he gave it to me harder, he didn’t stop, his mouth worked me until he got what he was working for and in getting it, he gave me fireworks.
“Lahn!” I cried as he made me come against his mouth and I was still coming when he surged over me, pulling the nightgown with him, over my head it went and then it was away and a second later, Lahn was inside me, filling me and damn, but I loved taking his cock.
My eyes opened after I came down and I saw he had both hands in the bed beside me, none of his weight on me, just his h*ps moving, slow, steady, delicious, between my legs. His head was bent and his eyes were on me.
I looked up at the painted warrior f**king me and as I did I thought he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Fascinated by his streaks, I lifted a hand and trailed it down the paint at the center of his chest, down his abs and to the hair between his legs.
“Kah quaxi, nahna quaxi,”*** he grunted, his h*ps rotating as he slid back in and my neck arched as my eyes closed.
Wow, whatever that was he did with his h*ps that felt good.