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into solid points, a perfect dark triangle between her thighs already
sparkling with moisture, trim waist and flat belly, finely molded legs, all
her beauty. Then he could see nothing, only feel all the warmth and all the
curves as she moved up and down on top of him.
Her hands and lips danced up and down his body, leaping wildly from his throat
to his thighs, lingering at the tip, the sides, the base of his monstrously
swollen manhood, working their way back up again and then down once more.
Eventually there was nothing more that she could give him or take from him
without his entering her.
There was neither stranger nor slave girl now in the tent as she raised
herself and then came down as
Blade came up to meet her. There was nothing except two people, driven
together by desire, driven to being as much animal as human.
The groans and the gasps were certainly animal. So were the writhings, the
twistings, the heavings as
Haleen pressed down and Blade pressed upward. So was the musk of passion that
filled the tent, overpowering the smell of furs and leather and wood smoke. It
seemed to Blade that the girl above him was even losing the shape of a human
being. He was locked with a spirit, a spirit made tangible, exquisite flesh,
but whose shape changed at every moment.
Suddenly Haleen's whole body jerked, bowing backward from the waist as
violently as a whipcrack, bending so far backward that her head sank down
between Blade's feet and her hair stroked his ankles with a thousand tiny
brushes. Blade's blurred vision could clearly see her mouth clamped tightly
shut and beads of blood creeping out along her lips as she held back her
cries. He could clearly see the muscles of her pelvis and flat belly writhing
and twisting as her climax charged them with an explosive life of their own.
Then Blade's own climax came, and he had to fight back his own mindless roars
as he found release, hold himself down to keep from writhing about and
flattening both the girl above him and the tent around him. He shuddered and
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went on shuddering, spurting steadily upward into her until it seemed that he
would never stop, that all the moisture and all the life would drain out of
his body into hers and he would fall back beneath her a lifeless corpse. His
vision blurred again, and he only felt Haleen toppling forward to sprawl on
top of him. Then for a long moment neither of them felt or saw anything at
all, even each other.
Eventually Blade realized that they were both lying naked on top of the furs
and the blankets, and that it was cold in the tent. He saw that Haleen was
sound asleep, her breathing regular and the grin back on her face. Without
waking her, he rolled away and stretched her out, then lay down beside her and
pulled
the blankets over both of them. Haleen's gentle breathing was the last thing
Blade heard as he also drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 7
Blade and Haleen awoke as the gray light of early morning trickled through the
holes in the tent. With tenderness this time rather than blazing, urgent
passion, they made love. Then they lay in a warm, pleasant half-doze until
they heard the sounds of the camp coming awake around them. Haleen pulled on
her robe and slipped out of the tent, her face set in an expression of total
innocence.
Blade lay quietly for a few minutes more, to give the impression that he was a
heavy sleeper and a late riser, listening as he did so. He had learned never
to miss a chance to hear people talking in their unguarded moments.
This time no one talked about anything more revealing than saddle galls on the
horses and the rust on one of Tulu's dress spurs. Blade gave up, pulled on his
clothes, and crawled out to join his hosts. After a breakfast of porridge and
salted meat, they were on the march again.
They moved for three days through the grim border country. All of it was
either bare, gray rock towering toward a chill blue sky or endless, gloomy
forest penetrated only by a few wretched, twisting roads and trails. Blade
watched Dzhai clinging to the reins of his horse with his good hand, wincing
every time a rough patch of road sent pain stabbing through his broken arm.
Very few people ever came here. The area was thoroughly inhospitable to man or
beast, and it was deliberately allowed to stay that way, by the orders of His
Magnificence Kul-Nam, as a barrier to the
Steppemen. The lack of fodder, the poor roads, and the even worse weather that
prevailed for half the year kept this part of Saram's border as thoroughly
guarded against the Steppemen as an army of fifty thousand men could have
done. Once more Blade had to admit that Kul-Nam had a certain amount of sense
as well as a great lust for blood.
Then why were Duke Boros and his party riding through this land?
The law of Saram was that every noble and freeman above a certain rank had to
pay his respect to the
Emperor at least once every three years. Boros and Tulu were on their way to
pay their visit to the
Emperor while he was in residence at one of his southern castles. They had
started their journey late, and the only way to reach the Emperor in time was
to take a short route through the border country. In spite of the roads and
the danger of bandits or Steppemen, the route would save them several days'
traveling, enough to bring them before the Emperor on time. That was worth
almost any amount of risk and inconvenience. Appearing late before the Emperor
carried severe penalties.
Blade wondered if there were any crime or error in the Empire of Saram that
did not carry severe penalties. The more he heard, the more he doubted it, and
the less he looked forward to his reception by
His Sublime Magnificence Kul-Nam, Emperor of All Saram. It did not help
Blade's mood to note that
Boros and Tulu were almost as nervous as he was, and not concealing it nearly
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