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he was, he found himself being turned around and turned over on his back. His
erection jutted upwards as Brigeda came down onto it. She was a snug,
maddening fit.
The madness rose in both of them more rapidly than before, as Brigeda twisted
and turned and gyrated, up, down, and around. Sometimes she would pull back
until she was almost free, then shove herself downward until Blade wondered
how much room she had inside.
A lot, obviously.
But no matter how much room Brigeda had within, what she was doing was driving
her steadily higher and higher. Her eyes were glazed when they weren't
entirely closed, her breath came in gasps, her nipples were impossibly stiff
and jutting, her skin was flushed and running with sweat. As for Blade, he
found himself having to grit his teeth as glorious agony filled him. It rose
higher and higher within him, and within Brigeda. It was going to overflow.
It did. Brigeda went as rigid as a statue, and let out a scream as though she
were being impaled on something much sharper than Blade's maleness. Then she
sagged forward, her eyes closed and her mouth open and slack. Before she could
collapse on Blade, his own spasm tore through him. He rose to meet her, and
they thrashed together in a tangle of writhing arms and legs for a long time,
until they were both completely empty and exhausted. Still entangled, they
drifted off to sleep.
Chapter SEVENTEEN
«^»
Again Blade was prowling through the dark streets of Mestron. This time he was
down among the warehouses along the waterfront, and he was not alone. There
were nine men with him three of his four sailors and six picked fighting men
from the households of various Sisters of the Night. The whole
Sisterhood had an interest in tonight's affair. They wanted to make sure
Durkas was not only taken, but kept.
With six of their picked guards against Blade's three sailors, the Sisters no
doubt thought they had taken care of the matter. Under other circumstances
they might have been right. But Blade had laid plans of his own.
That was why he had only three sailors with him. The fourth had gone south to
Clintrod, Gershon, and Sea Fox. If he got through with his message, Durkas
wasn't going to be the only person in Mestron getting a surprise tonight.
A whisper reached his ears from off to the right Fturn, Brigeda's chief guard.
"Nearly there, Blade."
"Good."
The ten men slipped catfooted into the shadows of a warehouse loading dock.
Eight of them drew their swords and flattened themselves on the damp, filthy
stones under the dock. Blade and Fturn remained standing, to keep watch
for Durkas.
The steward was supposed to arrive in a few minutes, not suspecting anything,
his mind on picking half a dozen prime girls for his amusements. The story
that had gone to him was that these were kidnapped free girls, some
still proud and resisting. That was the kind he liked most but found hardest
to get, for he could only obtain them illegally, by such nighttime deals as
this. And because the whole affair was illegal, Brigeda was sure that Durkas
would not bring a strong guard. At least not one so strong that ten picked
fighting men couldn't dispose of it quickly, thoroughly, and silently.
Blade hoped Brigeda was right. Otherwise he was risking himself and his men
and wasting time for nothing. And if Durkas was not as much in Tymgur's
confidence as rumor had it
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Footsteps sounded at the top of the street; four or five men were coming along
at a brisk jog as though they owned the waterfront. Perhaps Durkas thought he
did. He was about to discover differently.
Blade pulled his mask down over his eyes and forehead. He wanted to make the
first move himself. That meant getting close to Durkas unrecognized.
The footsteps were louder now. Was it his imagination, or did Blade hear a
gleeful chuckling? If he did, that could only be Durkas. And if the steward's
mind was so filled with anticipation of future pleasures
Five hooded figures rounded the corner of the warehouse at a trot. Blade
stepped out of the shadows and went down on one knee in a ceremonial bow.
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he was, he found himself being turned around and turned over on his back. His
erection jutted upwards as Brigeda came down onto it. She was a snug,
maddening fit.
The madness rose in both of them more rapidly than before, as Brigeda twisted
and turned and gyrated, up, down, and around. Sometimes she would pull back
until she was almost free, then shove herself downward until Blade wondered
how much room she had inside.
A lot, obviously.
But no matter how much room Brigeda had within, what she was doing was driving
her steadily higher and higher. Her eyes were glazed when they weren't
entirely closed, her breath came in gasps, her nipples were impossibly stiff
and jutting, her skin was flushed and running with sweat. As for Blade, he
found himself having to grit his teeth as glorious agony filled him. It rose
higher and higher within him, and within Brigeda. It was going to overflow.
It did. Brigeda went as rigid as a statue, and let out a scream as though she
were being impaled on something much sharper than Blade's maleness. Then she
sagged forward, her eyes closed and her mouth open and slack. Before she could
collapse on Blade, his own spasm tore through him. He rose to meet her, and
they thrashed together in a tangle of writhing arms and legs for a long time,
until they were both completely empty and exhausted. Still entangled, they
drifted off to sleep.
Chapter SEVENTEEN
«^»
Again Blade was prowling through the dark streets of Mestron. This time he was
down among the warehouses along the waterfront, and he was not alone. There
were nine men with him three of his four sailors and six picked fighting men
from the households of various Sisters of the Night. The whole
Sisterhood had an interest in tonight's affair. They wanted to make sure
Durkas was not only taken, but kept.
With six of their picked guards against Blade's three sailors, the Sisters no
doubt thought they had taken care of the matter. Under other circumstances
they might have been right. But Blade had laid plans of his own.
That was why he had only three sailors with him. The fourth had gone south to
Clintrod, Gershon, and Sea Fox. If he got through with his message, Durkas
wasn't going to be the only person in Mestron getting a surprise tonight.
A whisper reached his ears from off to the right Fturn, Brigeda's chief guard.
"Nearly there, Blade."
"Good."
The ten men slipped catfooted into the shadows of a warehouse loading dock.
Eight of them drew their swords and flattened themselves on the damp, filthy
stones under the dock. Blade and Fturn remained standing, to keep watch
for Durkas.
The steward was supposed to arrive in a few minutes, not suspecting anything,
his mind on picking half a dozen prime girls for his amusements. The story
that had gone to him was that these were kidnapped free girls, some
still proud and resisting. That was the kind he liked most but found hardest
to get, for he could only obtain them illegally, by such nighttime deals as
this. And because the whole affair was illegal, Brigeda was sure that Durkas
would not bring a strong guard. At least not one so strong that ten picked
fighting men couldn't dispose of it quickly, thoroughly, and silently.
Blade hoped Brigeda was right. Otherwise he was risking himself and his men
and wasting time for nothing. And if Durkas was not as much in Tymgur's
confidence as rumor had it
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Footsteps sounded at the top of the street; four or five men were coming along
at a brisk jog as though they owned the waterfront. Perhaps Durkas thought he
did. He was about to discover differently.
Blade pulled his mask down over his eyes and forehead. He wanted to make the
first move himself. That meant getting close to Durkas unrecognized.
The footsteps were louder now. Was it his imagination, or did Blade hear a
gleeful chuckling? If he did, that could only be Durkas. And if the steward's
mind was so filled with anticipation of future pleasures
Five hooded figures rounded the corner of the warehouse at a trot. Blade
stepped out of the shadows and went down on one knee in a ceremonial bow.
"Greetings, Master." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]