The Warrior's Pet(52)

It felt wonderful and yet he wanted to explore all the possibilities the moment presented. Kagan leaned forward impaling Giselle deep as he encouraged Idris to run. The fluid motion caused him to rub along the entire length of her slick writhing channel instead of the rapid barrage at a slower pace. Both were amazing yet different sensations. Giselle was panting as quietly as she could manage her face pressed against his chest.

"Perhaps we will stay this way till we reach Nazario." Kagan husked into Giselle's ear.

He more than enjoyed being enveloped by Giselle, she was as vital as breath or water. Maybe it was the conjugo mark that had done this as it had so many warriors before him. All Kagan knew is that he wanted the moment to go on for as long as possible because what waited for him at the end of this ride was nothing but heartbreak.



Giselle

"He's killing me." Giselle thought as Kagan rode with her impaled on his cock.

The way the manx shifted strides changed their position causing Kagan to abrade against her in a new and exciting way. As the striped beast ran the giant warrior sensually stroked in and out of her, his pelvis rocking into her clit. Then just as she was close to climax the devil would make the manx slow to a maddening walk where he held her impossibly still. Giselle wanted to wiggle and rub against Kagan for relief as she panted in need.

Kagan let her cool down and come back from the cliff of ecstasy only to do it all over again. Giselle bounced on his cock rough and hard. She was so damn close.

"Don't you dare!" She snarled as she felt Kagan attempt to slow down again.

Giselle bit into Kagan's pec as she ground against him seeking sweet release. She tightened her pelvic muscles gripping the steely invader that brought her such pleasure. Kagan gave in. His hips curled impaling her deep with each jostling stride till Giselle stiffened up and came with the force of a bomb detonating. Her teeth sunk into Kagan's chest as she repressed her cry of ecstasy. Kagan grunted as his seed spurt into her quaking channel.



Giselle awoke to the sounds of lamenting. She poked her head up from where it rested against Kagan's chest beneath the cape. What greeted her was a devastating sight. A score of men had surrounded Kagan, along with twice as many women and children, all expressing their gratitude and their woe.

Atop the manx Giselle had a good view of the field. The fog was lifting as the sun rose. A staggering number of bodies were lined up outside a looming city wall. Row upon row of dead were laid out. Another wagon full had arrived just as they approached.

Giselle stared in horror. She looked up at Kagan to see he too was looking on the sight with revulsion and anger. The muscle in his jaw was so tense she worried he'd break a tooth.

The warriors of the city had halted their grim work to greet Kagan and his warriors. Words were exchanged but Giselle was too struck by what she saw, she couldn't quite focus. Giselle looked at the women. They looked much like the men but more graceful and far more expressive. Their gentle faces were awash with a mix of devastation, gratitude and exhaustion. Giselle noted they too were assisting as best they could. But that left the women with the saddest task, moving the poor lost children. She couldn't fathom moving sleeping angel after sleeping angel.

Giselle choked on a sob and Kagan rubbed her back as she gripped him tighter. It wasn't right that so many little ones, like Sabin, were cut down so senselessly. Giselle stared numbly noting the sheer mass of Toufik bodies that also accounted for the dead. For every man woman or child alive there appeared to be fifty dead.

Giselle only realized Kagan had dismounted with her as her feet touched the ground. Kagan caught her before she stumbled. A male who looked tired to the point of collapse approached Kagan.

"Grainne" Kagan placed his fist against his chest and bowed.

"Daimio Thank you for coming." Grainne choked out. "Jolana my mate will see to your needs. You must have ridden through the night."

"And Grainne it is plain to see that you have worked through the night. You and I will discuss what lays before us as the army helps tend to our kinsmen. We will set up shifts and everyone will get some much needed rest." Kagan told the harried male.

Grainne sighed looking like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Dagaa didn't need to be told what to do he already had the men paired up with the survivors to continue with the arduous task of emptying the city of its unfortunate occupants.

"Jolana can see to your pet." Grainne suggested and Giselle looked from Grainne to his mate. They looked similar, then again all the Cadi had black hair, dark eyes and red skin.

"Her name is Giselle." Kagan replied.

Giselle tapped on his arm and he leaned into her.

"I can help with the children." Giselle said as she noted the sad task. She could bear part of that burden.