Bertrice Small - The Twilight Lord

And yet she demurred. “I do not know,” she told him.

“It is but a dream, Cousin, ” he murmured in her ear, one arm slipping about her waist while his other hand began to play with one of her breasts.

Vilia felt as if every ounce of resistance had drained from her body. She didn’t want to repel this man. She wanted to lay with him and make love. She would never in her reality be unfaithful to Jonah for she loved him. But this was naught but a dream. Oddly, she already felt wet and her love bud was throbbing with its need. She moaned as he dipped his dark head and began to suckle upon the breast he had been toying with but seconds before. “Aye, I want to take pleasures with you,” she whispered as he lay her on her back and straddled her as she spread herself wide for him. Her breath was coming in short hard bursts. She wanted him! “Hurry!” she begged him.

Kol laughed, and without another word drove himself deep into her eager body with his dominant rod while his lesser rod pushed between her buttock cheeks and buried itself in her fundament.

Vilia attempted to shriek with her surprise but Kol put his hand firmly over her mouth and shook his head at her.

“Nay, Cousin, you must take both. Cease being afraid and realize that you like it,” he whispered. “Note the lesser rod will remain still while I am able to thrust myself back and forth within your delicious hot sheath.” He pumped her vigorously until Vilia was weak with exhaustion.

She had reached her pleasure point several times now but he seemed not to be satisfied. She could feel both of his rods quite distinctly. They were swollen and throbbing within her lusty ripe body. Her lips felt raw with the kisses he was pressing upon her, yet she still wanted more of him. Vilia wrapped her legs about the man riding her and felt him slip even deeper into her body. “Yes!” she hissed at him, and Kol smiled down at her as he worked her harder and her nails raked his back ferociously.

She is a juicy piece of lust, he thought, as he used her lush body to satisfy himself. Penned within his castle he had been unable to visit his women except upon the Dream Plain, but none had satisfied him. Until now. The carnal creature now gasping and moaning beneath his attentions pleased him well. She was newly with child by her husband, but his juices when he released them would bathe the tiny creature growing inside her with his essence. It would be almost as if he had created the child himself. And he planned for that child to one day accomplish what he had been unable to do. Conquer! His sons, he knew, would spend more time fighting each other than spreading darkness across the face of the land. But this child his cousin carried would be a perfect combination of both Vilia and Jonah-a man after his own heart, Kol thought. Perhaps one day he would visit him upon the Dream Plain.

The woman under him was about to faint away. “You are going to have a son, Vilia,” he whispered in her ear. “Trust me, my cousin, that you will bear Jonah a son. You will name him Egon for it means formidable and he will be a great conqueror.” Then Kol let his lust burst forth and Vilia swooned with the power she felt filling her.

When she awakened she was in her bed, amid a tangle of bedclothes. It was almost dawn and Jonah, as was his custom, was already in his library with his secretary, Lionel. Vilia reached down and touched herself between her legs. She was wet, sticky and naked. She knew she had gone to sleep in a light night garment, but even after she had gotten up and looked around her chamber, she could find no trace of it. Her lips felt raw, as if they had been kissed over and over again. Her nipples were tingling and sore as if they had been sucked and sucked upon. Of course it had been a dream. A terribly real dream, but a dream nonetheless. And yet it had seemed so real…

When word finally reached Terah that the Lord High Ruler’s wife was expecting a child, Lara was not pleased. “I had hoped that if Jonah remained childless Hetar would continue to flounder. This child, especially if it is a son, will be a rallying point.”

“They are an ocean away from us, my lady,” Magnus Hauk reminded his wife. “Hetar does not exist for us any longer.”

“I wish that were true,” Lara murmured. Magnus Hauk, by virtue of the time in which he lived, was an insular man. It did no good to argue with him. Instead she waited until her husband slept, then she transported herself from the privacy of her little magic chamber into Lady Gillian’s house where she was warmly greeted.

“You have heard our news then,” Gillian said.

“It is certain?” Lara wanted to know.

“Aye. She proclaims it is a son and that she will call him Egon,” Gillian replied. “I see you are with child also.”

“It was time that the Dominus had a son,” Lara answered. “Tell me, how goes the attempt to get women into the government? Have you made any progress?”

“Indeed we have,” Gillian responded. “I believe that the Lord High Ruler is going to support us to a certain extent. Lady Vilia has said he is interested and agrees it is past time that the women of Hetar had at least some voice in what happens to them.”

“Interesting,” Lara remarked. “He obviously is not entirely certain of his position and seeks your influence and help.”

“What does it matter, my lady Domina,” Gillian remarked, “as long as we get our slipper into the door?”

Lara laughed a short laugh. “I am amazed to find Hetar ahead of Terah in this matter. Perhaps it is time I put my efforts to helping my own people. You obviously have everything well in hand here in Hetar. You have my permission to call me should you ever need me or my help.” She began to fade away.

“Wait!” Gillian cried and when Lara had rematerialized she said, “Will you not continue to aid us, my lady Lara?”

“I do not believe that you need my help now, my lady Gillian. You have a strong group that still remains passionate. Lord Jonah knows what you want and appears willing to help you. There is naught more I can do for you.”

“But what if Jonah is simply placating his wife who carries his child?” she wondered. “What if he is trying to learn more about us so he can arrest us?”

“You do not need me to tell you what to do if that should prove the case,” Lara said. “You are capable of making your own decisions. You must accept the consequences of taking responsibility.” She leaned forward and kissed Gillian’s cheek. “Farewell, my friend,” she said. And then Lara was gone in her mauve mist. And Lady Gillian had to admit that the faerie woman was right.

THE SUMMER HAD gone, and now autumn was almost over. Lara was slipping slowly back into the contentment she had once known with her first husband, Vartan. Kemina had been right in her advice. Reaching up she touched the crystal star that hung from its gold chain about her neck. You have been silent of late, Ethne. Have you nought to say to me any longer?

For the moment you do not need me, Lara, her faerie guide said. To be honest with you, I have welcomed the respite from the tumult that usually surrounds you.

Lara laughed softly. It is almost like it was in Vartan’s time, isn’t it? I grow fat with child and am content with my life and my family.

Ethne chuckled, sounding like water running over a bed of little rocks in a forest stream. You’ve done much, my child. Rest is not a bad thing. How grows the child, this son you will give the Dominus?

He seems more restless in my womb than the others.

It is the sign of a brilliant creature. One who will lead his people, Ethne answered.

Will he have magic like the others? Lara wondered.