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exposed by the low neck of the robe, level shoulders that were wide for a woman. It was a body that
sang songs of power and grace, beauty and softness.
It had an immediate effect, on Blade, an effect which did not escape Alixa. She pointed toward the
bulge in the front of his breeches and said softly, "Then it is not lack of manhood that has kept you away
from me this past week? No, I see that. I did not really think so, either. So what keeps you back now?
My father sleeps, and the captain cares little what guard is kept over us."
Blade started, suddenly aroused by more than desire for this lovely creature. Had she too noticed the
captain's expressions? But she left him no time to ask. "Come, Master Blahyd. This may well be my last
chance to taste a real man. There were few at Pelthros' court, and there will be none in Mardha. If we
ever return from there I will be too old to find anyone to bed me except the jeweled fancymen who will
bed with woman, man, ass, or dog for enough gold! Yes, Indhios means my father to remain in Mardha
while he brews his plots. It will be long years before they ripen, and if they are carried through, my father
and I may never return home. So come! Come give me some final bit of something clean and strong!"
She had raised her voice to a point where Blade found himself half expecting either sailors or the
duke to awake. And she had raised her hands to the lacing of Blade's breeches and was stroking busily
with her long, elegant fingers. Blade felt his breathing quicken. He realized that the woman beckoning him
was no virgin. Or perhaps she merely had remarkable instincts about how to arouse a manтАФand a total
lack of fear of the consequences.
He stepped forward and reached out both arms to seize her by the shoulders. She backed away
towards her cabin door and opened it behind her. Blade followed her. In a moment they were inside and
Blade reached behind him to close and bolt the door. Deftly she reached down and plucked his sword
and dagger from their sheaths, then tossed them to the floor. They landed with a thunk on the thick rug.
"Those will not be your weapons tonight, Master Blahyd," she said with a chuckle.
She shrugged the gown off her shoulders. It flowed down onto the floor to lie in a pale blue pool
around her ankles. Blade began stripping off his own gear and clothing. Only a fear of being overheard
kept him from cursing loudly at bulky straps and buckles. She stood silently before him, her hands at her
sides again, until he was as naked as she. Before she could move, he stepped forward and pulled her
against him until he could feel the high, firm breasts flattening against his chest. His hands rose up to her
shoulders, then drifted down the exquisite curve of her spine to cup the small, firm buttocks and press her
against him, until he heard in her breathing an arousal beginning to match his own.
He lifted her as lightly as he would a child and lowered her onto the bed, then stood looking down at
her for a moment. She looked back at him, her gray eyes wide and blazing with her own desire. He
lowered himself onto the bed, hands reaching out to cup the breasts now thrust towards him, to feel the
delicate nipples harden against his palms, to draw his hands downward toward the blue-black furring of
her mound and hear her gasp as he pressed down there.
She rolled toward him and he rolled toward her and entered. At the first moment he knew he had
been right in his guess; this was no virgin. She accepted him smoothly and sheathed him snugly, milking
him with muscles at first delicately controlled, then wilder and wilder in their motions as she was swept
away by her own rising tide. Blade felt his control slipping too, and in the end they came together, she
thrashing wildly and locking arms and legs around him as he poured himself into her.
It was such a totally absorbing act that Blade, who could and sometimes did keep going virtually all
night, felt no immediate desire for a repetition. He lay beside her in comfortable satiation until a gentle
knocking on the door made him jerk upright and snatch for his weapons.
"Hsst," came a soft voice from outside. "Brora here. If ye'd not be caught away from your guard
post..." The sailor left the sentence unfinished, but Blade had no difficulty filling in the missing phrases.
After hauling on a decent minimum of clothing, he turned back to the bed. Alixa stretched luxuriously and
looked up at him.
"So soon?" She, obviously, was ready and willing to indulge in an all night bout.
"I'm afraid so."
"You do wield a weapon mightier than your steels." She wriggled all over at the memories. "Then go