Rageborn: Battleborn Trilogy Book 2--A Dark Epic Fantasy Novel (The Battleborn Series) by Paul Sating

Author:Paul Sating [Sating, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Paul Sating
Published: 2022-05-31T16:00:00+00:00

10

KARADEHTI

Fucking was difficult when you had other things on your mind. Dark things. Things you couldn't put voice to without sounding as if the gods had twisted your mind. Karadehti already had enough struggles without adding to them.

Too late for that.

Favr Elto was a fit, reliable man who knew how to satiate her appetite, even temporarily. No man could permanently fulfill her, but there were a handful who could help her pass the long hours of the hottest part of midday with their corporal magic. What Favr could do with his hands and tongue was truly magical. Usually.

His typical level of skill was why she invited him today. But when he failed to fulfill her, she told him to recruit help, which he did with more than a bit of humiliation.

It wasn't his fault, Favr was an amazing lover. But frustration fed her hunger, something he couldn't understand or appreciate. She was pleasantly surprised when he returned with three Freed men.

Karadehti had seen them around the village, but two were only casual acquaintances. The third, Nrus Chalten, was one of Nydera's trusted sword trainers. Each time Karadehti saw him teaching the Paramount, she'd steal him for a few moments of innocent and not-so-innocent flirting. The way his seductive eyes remained pinched to narrow slits was intoxicating.

It was fun. Nrus was a humble man with a splendid physique and quiet intelligence. That made him different from most of the men in the village. At least the Freed ones. Karadehti disliked few people, and none of the protectors of her sword sister, but that didn't mean she enjoyed conversing with everyone. Nrus was very enjoyable, in more ways than one. Few were actually as stimulating mentally as they were physically. The times she spent speaking with him were always as thought-provoking as they were passionate. Nydera was lucky to have him.

And now Karadehti would in a different, more basic way.

The four men pleasured her for hours. Each had his own style, his own way of touching, his own way of devouring her essence. All four were good. All four would father strong children one day. Even when they took breaks to drink and re-energize, Karadehti remained on the cot with at least one. She wanted them to wear her out, to make her feel exhaustion like she had never felt. To tire her until she no longer had the desire to move. But as each of the four hardened and softened, repeating the cycle multiple times, a dark thought occurred to her. The circle of despair that routinely held her in its embrace, refused to let go. The reminder only grew more unyielding as sun cycles passed.

None would please her fully if they had from today until the end of the sun, because none of them could. She didn't blame them. All the Freed men in Olma-Ka wouldn't have satisfied her this day. The blame lay in her occupied mind. The mind reminding her each time she spread her legs for another man, the he, too, would fail in giving her a child.

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