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Spoilers: "The Legend Continues" and kinda/sorta "A Simple Truth." No details, really. Sometime between Kyra escaping and Kyra getting recaptured (bad Blondie, bad, bad!).
Rating: NC-17 (Because Kyra said so. And come on, it's Dar -- can you blame her?!?)
Author's Note: This is all Deb's fault. She went and mentioned Ruh waking Dar up, and that prompted a whole line from me about wake-up call possibilities, and then Kyra piped up and . . . . . . Okay, fine, it's my imagination's fault. I repeat: come on, it's Dar!!
Little Cat Feet
© 1999, Grace Macy
Kyra woke up slowly, enjoying the warmth of the early sunlight on her skin, the chill of the night seeping away. She opened her eyes and looked up wonderingly at the canopy of branches above her. It was hard to believe it, but she was free. She stretched languorously and smiled as she felt her shoulder and hip rub up against smooth, warm skin. Free and with her beloved. She had never been so absolutely content.
She turned her head so that her lips pressed against one solid pectoral, her pillow through most of the night, and inhaled Dar's scent deeply. Musk. Forest. Lingering salt from their exertions last night. She smiled in memory of it and the gracious distance Tao had given them, and slowly, carefully, raised herself onto one elbow to look down at him. He was sleeping peacefully, looking so impossibly young and at ease . . . not at all as he had looked the first time he found her in Zad's camp.
He had been temporarily blinded by the mist released by the booby-trapped bed, then. His agony -- not from the pain but from being unable to see her after so long a time searching -- had broken her heart as even the thought of not being able to escape with him had been able to do. Kyra looked down at her betrothed and smiled softly, tears rising in her eyes at the memory of his pain, and in joy at their reunion. She chased them firmly away, letting herself be caught up instead in simply enjoying the sheer beauty of him.
He had changed in the time since their tribe had been slaughtered. Then, he had been a boy, if a lovely and energetic one, but now . . . Kyra's gaze wandered appreciatively, as it had last night to some degree. Most of the blanket they had snuggled under had come free when she sat up, but the crisp dawn air was not quite cool enough to disturb his slumber.
Her eyes traced the strong muscles that were revealed. Not overwrought like some warriors she had seen but perfect, as if carved from the essence of the earth itself. Those wonderful pectorals, leading down to sharply delineated abdominal muscles. Gently bulging biceps and triceps, equally well-formed thighs and calves. . . and an equally impressive treasure in between those legs.
Kyra licked her lips unconsciously. Oh my, but he did look almost good enough to eat. She smiled. No, that wouldn't do, not with Tao sleeping not that far away, but . . . she could at least get a taste. Carefully, she pushed the blanket all the way off of them, smiling at the way Dar's body responded to the open air, much as hers had. She scooted down a little bit and leaned over, making sure her hair was securely out of the way.
Then she half-shut her eyes and slowly flicked her tongue across the center line of his belly. Dar shifted slightly, making a small sound. Kyra smiled to herself and did it again, taking longer this time, dipping her tongue into the curve of his navel. Further down, his body showed the reaction of his subconscious. She resisted the temptation to indulge his body's wishes, though . . . for now. Instead, she turned her attention on the delicious dip of his navel, up to the sleek abdominal muscles, then across his ribs.
Long, slow licks, one after another, savoring the taste and texture of him, working her way up towards his chest. By the time she reached his pecs, he was most definitely awake; his nipples were pebbled and hard not from the chill of the air but from excitement and desire. Kyra flicked her tongue gently across the hard nubs and smiled as he let out a soft moan, her name soft and pleading on his lips. She knew what he wanted in the same way she always had, since their first time together. She also knew to wait, draw it out . . . She wanted to draw it out, hear him say her name like that again, hear the desire and raw need in his voice, see it on his face. She allowed him only one kiss, licking her way up to his throat, then jaw and finally mouth.
His kiss was passionate, his mouth moving hungrily on hers, tongue warring with hers . . . His eyes, when she pulled away, were hazy with desire, glowing pale, pale green in the soft light. Kyra smiled wickedly, caught his hands as they rose to cradle her face, and pushed them down again. "Shhhh," she murmured. "We don't want to wake Tao."
Dar's eyes flicked to where his friend lay asleep on the other side of the small fire-pit. Twelve feet away suddenly didn't seem nearly far enough; unexpectedly, the idea of possibly getting caught built up the fire that was already burning inside him. He looked back at Kyra and caught a glimpse of her smile, pure sensual mischief, before her head lowered again to his throat. He closed his eyes and let all his awareness center on her actions.
Her tongue slid up the tendon on the side of his neck, long, slow motion, feeling impossibly hot against his skin. Another lick, this time across the center of his throat, then to the other side of his neck. Then down to his collarbone, tracing the long line of it from throat to shoulder, ending in a soft kiss at the curve of his shoulder, and the lightest scraping of teeth against his skin there. Dar shivered, feeling a line of heat and desire race straight down to his groin. Gods, but he wanted to feel her there! But Kyra showed no intention of paying this kind of attention to his already stiff cock.
Her lips only grazed his skin, letting her tongue do all the work, sliding across his pectorals in slightly shorter licks, almost animal like. Like a cat lapping at cream; the thought came to him from a distance as her tongue swept in small, delicate strokes against his nipples. Then, all too briefly, he felt her lips, and again the scrape of teeth as she nipped at the hardened nubs. Dar gasped and almost cried her name in surprise and desire, but bit it back, remembering Tao still slumbering.
Then her tongue was moving down his chest, to his abdomen again, retracing the path that had woken him so pleasantly. He wanted desperately to touch her, but her hands kept his trapped, pressing them firmly into the ground, and he was too caught up by the possibilities of what she meant to do to disobey her wishes. She continued downwards, licking in alternating lengths, occasionally nipping gently, then soothing the spot again with her tongue. Dar was struggling to keep control long before she reached his cock.
Kyra looked down at the engorged member consideringly and licked her lips. She wanted to taste all of him, but more than that she wanted to give him pleasure, as if it could somehow make up for all the pain he had endured for her sake. And she knew it had all been for her sake: rescuing her from the Terrons had been the only thing that had kept him going when his whole world crumbled down. When their tribe died, Dar alone had seen the bodies -- Kyra had been carried away before she could see much more than the start of the fighting.
She remembered being terrified and furious, the grief starting only at the Terron camp, when Zad had boasted about the eradication of her family and friends. Hope had come later, when she overheard him yelling at his men for losing the other Sula he had wanted as a personal "pet": Dar. Zad had been as entranced by Dar's beauty, it seemed, as he had been impressed by his skill. Kyra shuddered still at the thought of what Zad would have done to the boy; she knew Zad well enough to know that the choice offered to her would never have been made available to Dar.
For the first few weeks, Kyra had known only that her betrothed had survived, but she had not truly expected him to come after her, had almost hoped he would not so that his survival would be insured. Until the Sorceress had paid her first visit and asked what it was about Kyra that could prompt such foolhardy actions as that very plan. Kyra had been too stunned to answer, but after that, she had allowed herself to dream of him. When they found one another again yesterday, when enough safety had been established to let them relax, Dar had held her, made love to her, sweet and slow. Tender, careful . . . as if he was afraid she might be a dream that would vanish if he held her too tightly. But after they made love, when they were simply lying in one another's arms, their talk had turned almost of necessity to what they had lost.
Their tribe. Their families. Their friends. And for what Kyra suspected was the first time since that terrible day, Dar had wept for them. She had held him as his body shook, wracked with silent sobs for the people he had been unable to save. It was worse for him, she knew: he was a warrior, it had been his duty to protect his people, and he saw it as a failure. There was nothing she could say, nothing she could tell him that would ever ease that pain, she knew. So she held him, stroked his hair, and reminded him that against all odds he had found her and saved her. And that she had never doubted that he would do so.
In the here and now of the soft morning light, she looked down at her beloved and waited for a moment, until his eyes opened and met hers. His chest heaved with anxious gasps, his eyes pleading, his lips silently forming a word. "Please. . ."
Kyra smiled and released one of his hands to reach up and gently stroke her fingers across his jaw. "I love you," she whispered. Then, before he could answer, she lowered her head and placed her lips on his cock.
Dar's head fell back against the ground with a long, soft groan, his fingers clenching desperately in the loam of the forest floor as she released his other hand. Her fingers went to his skin now, sliding against the base of his shaft, cradling and stroking the sac gently, slowly. Her mouth moved in an uneven rhythm, threatening to drive him mad with sheer pleasure, even as he struggled desperately to keep from crying out. She kept on, giving him all the pleasure he had been denied for these two long, lonely years, then finally, finally steadied the rhythm.
She went faster now, harder, taking him deep in her mouth and throat, urging him on with lips and tongue and fingers until she felt him tense. Orgasm ripped through him with the force of a tidal-wave, dragging a long, low sound from his throat that seemed a mix between a moan and a growl. Kyra took him all the way into her mouth, and swallowed the precious liquid that erupted against the back of her throat.
When she was sure he was done, she slowly pulled back, sliding her tongue gently along the length of him as if to soothe and thank him. She kissed the softening tip of his cock gently, then granted the same touch to his shaft, then again and again as she kissed her way back up his body. Her body stretched across his the higher she went, so that when she reached his mouth, his arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. His flesh was hot to the touch, his mouth even hotter, giving and demanding with a ferocity undiminished by his satiation elsewhere. This was his thanks to her now, and she accepted it gladly, enjoying the combination of tastes now on her tongue.
After a long while, they pulled apart for breath and Dar gently stroked her hair away from her face. His eyes were glowing with love and release, and he smiled softly at her. "Where in the world did you learn to do that?"
Kyra smiled impishly at him. "Wouldn't you like to know," she teased, fitting herself perfectly along his side, as she had last night. His gaze darkened briefly. Kyra's eyes widened as she guessed his suddenly dark thoughts. She shook her head and kissed him gently. "Oh no. No, my love, not like that. Not like that." She smiled gently. "Girls talk," she told him. "And I was not the only woman in Zad's camp to have lost the man she loved. We would talk and . . . well . . ." She blushed slightly. "When the nights are long enough, and attention is elsewhere . . . there is a great deal to be learned by those willing to show you."
Dar's eyebrows rose sharply, his face looking stunned. Kyra frowned and retraced her words, then slapped at his arm. "That is not what I --! Ohhh! You are so--!" She couldn't think of the appropriate words to describe his apparently dirty mind, so she laughed and kissed him instead.
Dar laughed against her mouth, not quite certain whether to be glad or vaguely disappointed that she hadn't learned in the way his imagination had suggested, and kissed her back.
A few yards away, Tao very carefully lowered the corner of blanket he had pulled up over his head rather hastily upon waking a few minutes ago. Ah. Good, they were done. Tao fought the impulse to either sigh or smile. Some part of him was railing that they really should find a more private place for such love-play. Most of him ignored that part and/or gave it a big, fat raspberry. Whatever was left let his imagination wander hand-in-hand with curiosity and a wistful longing.
It wasn't so much the act that was affecting this particular part of him: it was the intimacy, the gentleness. The pure, intense, unmistakable love. Kyra and Dar were meant for one another, lucky to have found one another, and surpassingly lucky to have been reunited. He hoped that someday he would find a love like that . . .
. . . and furiously buried under a mountain of logic the dark voice of premonition that told him Dar and Kyra's luck would not hold out for nearly as long as they deserved.
--Finis--
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