A Sinless Betrayal, Cherie Benjamin [story books to read .txt] 📗

real; it is a mere product of our imaginations. We do not have to feel shame, so I do not."

As he pulls the cooked squirrel off of the fire, I think about what he's said. It's true; we come into this world naked, and natural. We don't need clothes or jewels to cover up what we have. "Could you help me take this off?" I ask him.

He's hunched over the squirrel, separating the meat into chunks with his blade. "Take off what?" Abigor asks, not even bothering to look over at me.

I take a deep breath. Am I really ready to go through with this? "My top." Yes, I am. He turns around quickly, gazing at me with a bewildered look in his eyes.

He leans back on his haunches, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of the sea. "You…" he points to me. "Want me…" Then he points to himself. "To take your top off?"

I nod slowly, my face burning brightly in the dark of the cave. "I suppose, yes."

His lips slowly spread into a honey-sweet smile, widening his mouth and creating little dimples in his cheeks. "Well fuck me, I wasn't expectin' that. C'mere, little one."

I crawl closer to him and turn around, lifting my hair so he can see where to release the pin that held the cloth together. With a little click, the fabric falls down my waist, freeing my breasts. I stay there, not knowing what to expect next.

But I feel his hot chest pressing against my back, his chin resting in the crook of my neck. His hands slide down my collarbones and gently cup my breasts. He lets out a sigh of relief, turning his head slightly so that he can kiss my neck. "You are truly what they call a natural beauty," he murmurs.

His thumb runs over my left nipple, making it pebble up instantly. I lean my head back against his shoulder and sigh in contentment. "What is this?"

"I won't be entirely sure unless you describe how you feel to me right now."

I gulp and lay a hand over Abigor's hand, which gently cups my breast. "Heat, swirling rapidly in my stomach; a sweet, pounding sensation in my loins. It's dizzying."

He takes one of his hands off of my breasts and cups my chin in his hand, roughly turning my face to his. "It's your newly discovered pleasure," he says. Then he dives, his lips crashing into mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth.

His free hand skirts down my stomach and over the cloth that covers my crotch area. And when he touches me there, I react unexpectedly. I turn my head and place a hot, open-mouthed kiss on Abigor's jaw, urging him on completely.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmurs heatedly in my ear. I nod breathlessly. "It's your clit. Your jin dadin tabo, pleasure spot. Think of a mouth down there."

I shake my head. "That's unheard of," I say. "No one would kiss me down there."

He chuckles, his fingers moving faster on my jin dadin tabo. "You have much to learn," he says. "Because I would kiss you down there."

My pleasure is building my lower regions and something's happening that I've never felt before. I struggle to get my words out. "B-but my mother always said you lay there and let the man have his way with you, nothing more than that. Not for love or for pleasure, but for duty of…uh, reproducing an heir."

His hand slips below the cloth I have on, and touches me there, inserting a finger into my most vulnerable place. "Do you know what I think about that, Eliz'bella?" He crooks his finger and presses down hard on a spot that makes me cry out from the immense pleasure it gives me. "I think it's shit."

He removes his hand much to my dismay and turns me around, pressing me to the cold, stony cave floor. He cradles my head in one hand, his other hand slithering back into my bottoms. He pumps his finger in and out of me.

I close my eyes, lost in the throes of pleasure. He smacks a kiss on my lips. "Open your eyes," he tells me. I try to open them but it's so hard. "Look me in the eyes. I want to see your face when your release comes."

I'm not quite sure what he means but all I want right now is it please him. I look him straight in the eyes. I faintly remember one of my married friends back in my kingdom saying something about looking in the eyes during lovemaking sessions.

"Love comes in through the eyes," Mary Smithe had said to me. "So you must search them until you find it."

His fingers pump faster and faster, an erotic squelching sound echoing in the cave. "Oh God," I moan loudly, trying to keep my eyes on his the whole time. He gives a lopsided grin, his eyes blackening with lust.

"You're close, love. It's building higher and higher…" he says huskily. My eyes roll back into my head slightly as I cry out in pleasure. "C'mon," he whispers, leaning over and kissing the corner of my mouth. "Let it go. I got you."

I take a deep breath before blowing apart at the seams, my muscles contracting wonderfully in my southern region. "Fuck!" he curses, and I feel something wet against my stomach.

I look down through heavy-lidded eyes and strands of white fluid sitting above my navel. His hands brace my head, caging me in. His head is bowed, his eyes are tightly shut, and he's breathing heavily.

I cautiously reach up to wipe a bead of sweat off of his forehead. His eyes fly open, grabbing my hand instinctively. He gives me a shocked look, like he wasn't expecting his own reaction, and then kisses my fingers tenderly, sucking my middle finger into his mouth. With his free hand, he rubs his ejaculation into my skin like it's a prized lotion.

Outside, we hear thunder rumble and rain begin to fall. He curses softly, reaching over and grabbing a bite of the squirrel before diminishing the fire and crawling to peek through the space between the water and rock. "It's gonna be seconds before it pours," he says. "We gotta go now. This place floods easily."

I grab my breast cloth and wrap it around myself, pinning it sloppily in the back. I adjust my bottoms before running out from behind the waterfall in pursuit of Abigor. He grabs my hand and pulls me across the water and into the grass. Just like he said, it begins to rain—hard.

In seconds, the dirt becomes mud, very slippery and gooey mud. As he runs to his horse, being the clumsy woman I am, I slip in the mud. "Shit, 'Eliza, you alright?" he calls.

I'm laughing so hard I can barely contain myself. I'm half naked, covered in mud and laying in the middle of a field in the woods with a naked man. People back home would be horrified, but I'm laughing because I find that it doesn't bother me anymore.

He comes running over to me, careful not to slip in the mud, but he does anyway. He lands on his ass next to me, beginning to curse up a storm at his own clumsiness. "Fuck this fucking ass mud, I'll fucking kill…what the hell's the matter with you?"

I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe. Seeing the great king of the barbarians slip in the mud next to me was too much to bear. He leans closer to me. I lay on my back, my braid and crystal headdress slopped in the mud. My hand is cupped over my mouth, trying to encase my horrific laughter.

"Are you…are you laughing?" he asks. At first, I can tell he doesn't find it at all funny, but with hearing my ridiculous, thick laughter, he too begins to laugh. "Shit…'Eliza…"

He's laughing and his speech slurs a little, saying my name as 'Eliza' instead of Elizabella. He's struggling with my name so much, that I just say, "Just call me Eliza!"

He stands up and grabs my arm, pulling me with him. "Get your ass up, 'de rain's peltin' me like…fuckin' shit, let's go."

We run to our horses and get the hell out of there. When we get back to the castle, he takes me in through a secret door so no one would see us in this muddy state. "That was the most fun I've had a while," I admit to him.

"The pleasuring part, or the mud part?" he asks with a mirthful look in his eyes.

I pause, pursing my lips. "Both."

He checks the corner to make sure that no one's coming before darting into his room, dragging me with him. "Now," he begins softly. "We've got to wash this mud off." Payback

He's in the bathtub, sitting and watching me. Mud cakes his chest and his arms. He looks at me expectantly. "Aren't you getting in?" he asks me.

I shift nervously in my place. "Can't I have my own bath?" I question.

He gives me a look. "Your own bath? Are you being serious?" When I nod my head he frowns. "I've seen you naked. I've touched your breasts and gave you pleasure with my fingers, and you don't want to bathe with me?"

I don't know what to say anymore. I fold my arms and shift in place. "Abigor…"

"No," he cuts me off. "I'll give you a choice. Either you bathe with me or you go to bed with my caked onto your skin." He leans back against the lip of the tub and closes his eyes. "I think the choice is simple, really. It's big enough for the both of us."

Abigor doesn't open his eyes for a few moments. I stand there in shock before acting. I reach around back and unclip the cloth that covers my breasts and slips down my bottoms. I sit in the very back of the tub, making sure that I'm not sitting on any of his body parts. His legs are so long that his foot nearly touches my stomach.

Slowly, I see the tip of his erection standing up in the water. He's aroused. I clear my throat. "Can I have the soap?" I ask him. He reaches over and grabs a wooden bowl off of a table and hands it to me. I dip my fingers into the yellow substance and put it into my hair. It smells like honey.

I work it into my hair with my fingers, rinsing with a bucket of water. "Don't get water on the floor," he scolds me like a child when little drops of water splatter onto the stone floors.

I scowl back at him. "If you would have let me have my own bath, I would have been able to contain the water." He shrugs and leans back against the tub once more. His erection only gets bigger.

"You are nothing but fire," he murmurs softly, glancing at me from under heavy-lidded eyes. "We balance each other out perfectly."

I look at him expectantly. "Aren't you going to wash as well?"

He doesn't answer right away. "My muscles are sore," he whispers. "I think I'm just going to relax for a little…and enjoy the view."

I frown at him and grab one