Sword Masters by Selina Rosen

Author:Selina Rosen [Rosen, Selina]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fantasy
ISBN: 1-896944-65-5
Publisher: Baen Books
Published: 2008-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Tarius had just finished making love to Jena as she had never made love to her before. Jena was completely sated, and she lay in Tarius's arms blissfully exhausted.

As long as I can keep this up, she's never going to want anything else. Tarius closed her eyes and was almost asleep.

"I can't wait till you're healed and I can please you as you please me," Jena said.

Tarius sighed deeply as her heart broke. "Jena . . . Can't you please believe me? You do please me. I'm happy with you. Just like this. I don't need any more."

Jena shifted in her arms to face her, although it was too dark for her to see Tarius's face. But Tarius could see hers by shifting only her eyes. There was such love there and such desperation as she spoke so softly Tarius could barely hear her.

"But I want to give you more, Tarius. I want to make you scream out with desire the way you do me. I want to be mother to your sons," Jena said.

Tarius held her tightly and choked on a ball of tears she fought to keep down. She couldn't keep this farce up. Eventually her house of cards was going to come tumbling down.

* * *

Tarius didn't rest long. A week after she got home she started to train the new group of recruits. They were the last of the quickly chosen, quickly trained, and they needed a lot of sword training.

Tragon had been the primary trainer, and it had made him feel important. With Tarius and Arvon back from the war, he was now forced to train the boys with even less skill than he'd had when he was in academy. They had just finished the lessons for the day, and Arvon and Tarius were sparing. Tragon watched them. Both Tarius and Arvon had gotten better in the war. Arvon had gotten much better, but of course Tarius could still whip him.

"You there, boy," Tarius called out to the young orphan they had found to replace Harris as the step-and-fetch'em boy. He was young, hardly twelve. "What's your name?"

"Frederick."

"Well, Frederick, run up to Sir Darian's house and fetch my wife and my good friend Harris and bring them back here."

"Aye, sir."

"When you get back I'll give you a copper," Tarius promised. The boy dropped the bucket he'd been carrying and ran out the door like he'd been shot from a crossbow.

Tarius and Arvon sat down on a bench to rest, and Tragon limped over to join them. "So, what are you two up to?"

"You might as well know, we've made a clearing in the woods and we go there to fight. Want to go with us?" Tarius asked.

Tragon shook his head. He didn't ever want to go back there, not to that place of great embarrassment for him. Besides, he tried to steer clear of Jena these days. She didn't want him around her, and if he made Jena unhappy or uncomfortable there was a very real possibility that she'd tell Tarius what he had done.

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