Game What are you doing right now?

Last chapter of current novel.

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“Thus we must now endure peace,” Tegetta sighed wistfully when the helicopter was finally lost to sight.

“You’ll get used to it, Tegetta,” Eric grinned thinking about the Karkeara’s fervent desire for armed conflict. “You might even start to enjoy it.”

“This woman thinks not; it is all the Karkeara have ever known.” The women replied a few moments later.

“Well, if the entire Shaekel nation has to adapt, I am certain that you will as well and before you say it, I know it won’t be easy for you. We may have established peace between nations but we’ll never eliminate conflicts. I don’t for one minute believe we’ve heard the last from Midras and Persapetania so keep that in mind. Julius gave the armies here a better way to operate and if you and the Karkeara would be willing to pass along your fighting skills to the men, they would truly be formidable. Captain Dio and his foresters I can guarantee you would welcome you and all the Karkeara to their ranks.” Eric was thinking about how much the foresters had learned from Ravi, Evan and he with regards the mission of gathering intelligence and about small-unit doctrine.

“Thus was mentioned to this woman. My blade will learn to know hunger, of that, this woman is certain.”

“Come on Tegetta, let’s go exploring this place. Maybe we can find somewhere quiet where I can keep my promise to you.”

“This woman believed you had forgotten.” Tegetta said coyly and offered a soft but almost nervous smile wash across her face

“Well, we have been rather busy and somewhere comfortable would be a lot nicer than a patch of hard ground somewhere.” With that said, Eric tentatively took Tegetta’s hand and although she flinched at first, she returned his grip firmly as if she feared he might run off.

The pair avoided the central chambers where the diplomats were holding court and went exploring, looking for insights into how the people of this vastly different culture to the one they were more familiar with lived. They found a kitchen a short distance along one of the corridors with a mix of Gaelatonian and Shaekel chefs preparing meals and apparently working well together. Further along, there was a small dining hall, then an accommodations room for about twenty that was empty at present then a couple of locked doors and the corridor ended at a very ornate set of carved and burnished timber doors. These swung open to the gentlest of pushes and revealed what had to be the most opulent bedroom imaginable. Marble tables supporting all manner of things from ornate vases and metal figurines lined the walls. Luxurious tapestries hung from the walls and the floor was covered with plush rugs and carpets. Cabinets that beggared description with mother-of-pearl inlays and lapis lazuli feature panels stood about the room displaying all manner of ornaments and treasures. Divans and sofas fronted low tables but what captured the eyes was the huge bed set atop a dais of black marble lit softy by oil lamps about the walls in the early twilight.

“Now, this is an impressive room,” Eric mentioned and since he had arrived in this ancient world, he’d seen some impressive architecture but this one topped everything he’d seen to date.

“This woman has never seen anything like it,” Tegetta’s eyes were as wide as his were, trying to take in the magnificence of the spacious interior.

Eric glanced back at the door, noticing it had a lock and a key on the inside and then looked for any other doors and saw there didn’t appear to be any. “Tegetta, I did make you a promise and if you like, why not here and now?”

“This woman was having similar thoughts, Eric.” The woman replied and Eric was noticing a slow change in her, from the bold and no-fear warrior to a very vulnerable woman who was suddenly very unsure of herself.

“Then if you would do me the honour,” he began, walking to the entry door and locking it. “I can’t think of a better time or place than right here and right now.”

Eric could hardly believe the change that swept over Tegetta as he walked towards her. He doffed his latest piece of equipment, the sword and its scabbard, leaning it against the wall next to the head of the bed before hanging his webbing and pistol belt from it. Tegetta stood silently, her eyes never leaving him and held her hands together in front of her and looking very unsure of herself. He walked to stand before her then gently, took hold of her upper arms and kissed her lightly on the lips, being careful not to exceed what he had previously offered this normally proud and haughty warrior. The first time he had encountered the Karkeara, their traditional apparel had been no more than a sort of short skirt and loincloth but since then, they had taken to wearing shirts and longer skirts more in keeping with the decorum of the people they now mingled with. Gently, he lifted her over-the shoulder worn scabbard and placed it leaning against the wall beside his gear before turning to face her once more. Again, he offered a gentle kiss and the woman did her best to return it but he could sense her tension and knew he would have to take this very slowly.

From the discrete viewing slots in the gallery high above the late Shah’s luxurious bedchamber, avaricious eyes watched the couple as they engaged in their sensual desires. Had it been any other man, the woman would have looked longingly and with not a little envy at the man’s gentle ministrations. Those same eyes knew the stunningly beautiful woman in his arms was very inexperienced in the sexual arts and quite possibly even a virgin and that showed in the gentle and sensitive manner the man went about awakening the woman’s desires. By all she believed and had been trained to know, women were on earth to provide pleasure to the man that too was an anathema. Either the woman served the man as he commanded or he took his pleasures from her in whatever manner he desired but this was most definitely not the case here. The man’s every effort was directed at maximising that woman’s pleasure and the envy was fuelling her hatred. When she thought of all the men she had used, climbing her way to eventually gaining the attention of the Baron Valart Bohime only to witness his death just when her goal was in sight was galling to say the least. It had been her voice in the ear of this self-serving monarch that had both convinced him that due to the greatness she lied about sensing in him, his destiny was to become emperor.

That the Baron lacked any Royal or Imperial lineage meant the only path the Imperial throne was by waging war and conquering all the nations of Gaelatonia. That so many loyal and serving soldiers would give their lives to either support his lofty goals or deny them matted not at all the conceited Baron. Once enthroned on the seat of Imperial power, no pleasure would be denied him and these were the words this scheming woman whispered in the Baron’s ears as she suffered his brutal and cruel ravishments. With the nation states of Empire weakened by war and subjugated, the time would be ripe to send word to the man she most loyally served that the time to invade Gaelatonia had arrived. Her name would be forever revered for evermore as a true servant of the Faith and the one who had provided the circumstances whereby the Faithful could conquer the known world. The Baron was to have been the tool of state-craft she used to achieve her ambitions; pitting his armies against those he should have called allies in brutal wars of attrition pursuing his perceived destiny. That the man who had crushed this woman’s lofty dreams and killed the Baron lay before her, giving pleasure to one woman while empowering the rage she felt growing in her breast was more than she could tolerate.

In silken slippers, silently, she made her way down the bedchamber’s level and on reaching the door that offered admittance to the room, quietly eased it open. The door was one of two other similar doors in this, the late Shah’s bedchambers constructed generations ago as emergency exits in case they were ever needed. This particular one connected to the gallery that was accessed through the concubines’ quarters whereas the other connected to the room where the palace guards assigned to protect the Shah were housed. From the rack just inside the door, as much as it went against the beliefs of the Faith that a woman would ever touch arms, rage saw her take hold of a slim bejewelled dagger and her heart filled with murderous intent. Senarth had walked from the door to the bed’s dais countless times; doing so in both the daylight and the dark required no more than retracing the steps of past times. Luxurious rugs and deep-pile carpets prevented any noise at all and in this silence, the only sound she could hear was this despised man’s breathing. The woman who shared the bed could take the blame for his death because Senarth intended to strike and flee before the screams she was sure the woman would make could summon anyone.
 
Without needing to see it, she eased slowly and silently up the two steps of the dais to the edge of the bed, the dim outline of the man barely visible then on taking a two-handed grip on the ornate dagger braced herself to strike. Without warning, something impacted her back and a foot of bloodied steel emerged between her breasts a moment before mind-numbing agony drove every coherent thought from her thinking and a gasp of shock erupted from her mouth. Her grip slackened on the dagger and it clattered to the floor waking the man who rolled over almost instantly in order to sate his curiosity regarding the origin of the unexpected noise. A touch on the low-burning bed-side oil lamp saw the flame grow lighting the scene and his eyes went wide in shock before a soft voice he recognised as Tegetta broke the stunned silence.

“This women smelt thy rage,” and with that said, in a sudden move, pulled her sword free and Senarth collapsed on the floor, her blood pooling about her as the glow of life in her eyes dimed and faded.

Callously, Tegetta wiped her blade clean, walked back to her side of the bed then after replacing her sword in its scabbard, climbed back onto the bed and straddled Eric. “This women is grateful, Eric.”

Eric was dumb-struck and unable to find words for a few moments. Tegetta had apparently dismissed the woman now dead beside the bed from her thoughts and in her eyes, he saw desire sparkling. “You just saved my life, Tegetta.”

“This woman wants to enjoy you some more so it was necessary.” She replied, rubbing her soft folds against his manhood and attempting to generate a reaction. “This woman never dreamed such pleasure was possible and it is this woman who is grateful to you.” With that said, she leaned forwards, grasped both sides of his face and kissed him hungrily.

Tegetta was all warrior and most definitely all women and in just a few moments he was able to put the would-be assassin from his thinking and return the kisses with his growing passion. These times he had come to know were brutal times and Tegetta came from a hunted race of peerless warriors. She had learned survival the hard way and as had just been demonstrated, had keener senses that anyone he had ever known. Those who had witnessed her in action were left awestruck at her skill with a sword and at her joyous brutality when engaged in combat. Eric was starting to get the feeling he had awoken a sleeping tiger because now she had tasted the pleasures, Tegetta seemed determined to make up for all the lost years. They did look a pair with both covered in numerous scars but in Eric’s eyes, it did not detract from how beautiful she was. If his heart wasn’t committed elsewhere and the fact this was simply honouring a promise, he thought there might have been a future together for this martial pair. Tegetta’s shyness had fallen from her like a discarded cloak and her newly-found desire was glowing across her face. He found that in spite of the effort he had made not a couple of hours ago to demonstrate how good love-making could be, his arousal was surging within his loins once more.

Dawn found the pair awaking with his arm about her and Tegetta nestled against his side with the soft smile of contentment on her still-sleeping face. She woke at almost at the same moment as he did, her hand draped across his chest pulling her closer into his embrace and he found the urge to kiss her inviting lips irresistible. Tegetta knew about sex because she had heard the Karkeara talking about it but until the previous evening, although she had been curious since she met Eric. The night just passed had given her both the desire and confidence to explore things she had only heard about. The fact she knew this one time was all there was ever going to be had her determined to make the best of it and throw caution to the wind and enjoy this man to whom she felt she owed so much. Tegetta did not view the fact she had saved his life a couple of times as placing an obligation on his shoulders but rather she had made sure that nothing within her ability to prevent was going to deny him this night to fulfil his promise to her.

End

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Lakeside said:
Without needing to see it, she eased slowly and silently up the two steps of the dais to the edge of the bed, the dim outline of the man barely visible then on taking a two-handed grip on the ornate dagger braced herself to strike. Without warning, something impacted her back and a foot of bloodied steel emerged between her breasts a moment before mind-numbing agony drove every coherent thought from her thinking and a gasp of shock erupted from her mouth. Her grip slackened on the dagger and it clattered to the floor waking the man who rolled over almost instantly in order to sate his curiosity regarding the origin of the unexpected noise. A touch on the low-burning bed-side oil lamp saw the flame grow lighting the scene and his eyes went wide in shock before a soft voice he recognised as Tegetta broke the stunned silence.

“This women smelt thy rage,” and with that said, in a sudden move, pulled her sword free and Senarth collapsed on the floor, her blood pooling about her as the glow of life in her eyes dimed and faded.

Callously, Tegetta wiped her blade clean, walked back to her side of the bed then after replacing her sword in its scabbard, climbed back onto the bed and straddled Eric. “This women is grateful, Eric.”

Eric was dumb-struck and unable to find words for a few moments. Tegetta had apparently dismissed the woman now dead beside the bed from her thoughts and in her eyes, he saw desire sparkling. “You just saved my life, Tegetta.”

“This woman wants to enjoy you some more so it was necessary.” She replied, rubbing her soft folds against his manhood and attempting to generate a reaction. “This woman never dreamed such pleasure was possible and it is this woman who is grateful to you.” With that said, she leaned forwards, grasped both sides of his face and kissed him hungrily.

Tegetta was all warrior and most definitely all women and in just a few moments he was able to put the would-be assassin from his thinking and return the kisses with his growing passion. These times he had come to know were brutal times and Tegetta came from a hunted race of peerless warriors. She had learned survival the hard way and as had just been demonstrated, had keener senses that anyone he had ever known. Those who had witnessed her in action were left awestruck at her skill with a sword and at her joyous brutality when engaged in combat. Eric was starting to get the feeling he had awoken a sleeping tiger because now she had tasted the pleasures, Tegetta seemed determined to make up for all the lost years. They did look a pair with both covered in numerous scars but in Eric’s eyes, it did not detract from how beautiful she was. If his heart wasn’t committed elsewhere and the fact this was simply honouring a promise, he thought there might have been a future together for this martial pair. Tegetta’s shyness had fallen from her like a discarded cloak and her newly-found desire was glowing across her face. He found that in spite of the effort he had made not a couple of hours ago to demonstrate how good love-making could be, his arousal was surging within his loins once more.

Dawn found the pair awaking with his arm about her and Tegetta nestled against his side with the soft smile of contentment on her still-sleeping face. She woke at almost at the same moment as he did, her hand draped across his chest pulling her closer into his embrace and he found the urge to kiss her inviting lips irresistible. Tegetta knew about sex because she had heard the Karkeara talking about it but until the previous evening, although she had been curious since she met Eric. The night just passed had given her both the desire and confidence to explore things she had only heard about. The fact she knew this one time was all there was ever going to be had her determined to make the best of it and throw caution to the wind and enjoy this man to whom she felt she owed so much. Tegetta did not view the fact she had saved his life a couple of times as placing an obligation on his shoulders but rather she had made sure that nothing within her ability to prevent was going to deny him this night to fulfil his promise to her.

End

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