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  He chuckled. “If you promise not to arrest her, I'll tell Tam about your fantasy."

  I blinked. “Really?” I gasped.

  He nodded. “Really."

  "I won't have her arrested then. Not that I really planned on it anyway."

  Joshua smiled and kissed me.

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  AVARAIR INTERLUDE

  PART ONE

  THE THIEVES

  "Oh look what I found!” Morgen said, giggling softly.

  She stood in a doorway, holding back the heavy mahogany door to Sorin, who was coming down the corridor, glancing back behind him. He grinned at her.

  "What?"

  Morgen motioned with her head toward the interior and slipped inside.

  Sorin followed and let the door slide shut behind him.

  It was a large, well-appointed bedchamber, dark with sable velvet and crimson tapestry. The heavy, masculine furniture was of mahogany and boasted a large writing desk, a black marble fireplace and a massive velvet curtained bed. Long velvet curtains covered one wall, providing only the thinnest slivers of light into the room.

  Morgen lit a candle with a softly spoken spell and Sorin found his way to the desk, easily triggering the lock and beginning to search through its drawers.

  "Did you ever stop to think he might have put spells on it, Kalevi?” Morgen said as she peeked out the curtains to the storm grey clouds outside.

  They were very high up in the sorcerer's fortress and Morgen could only see the summit of the mountains surrounding the place.

  Sorin chuckled. “Sure. I dispelled them before I opened it. I'm not stupid, you know.” He laughed triumphantly then. “Oh yeah. Scrolls and scrolls. Hey, I think I got a grimoire here too."

  Morgen looked around. She walked across the room to the bedside table and rummaged around in a drawer. She came up with a silver box, which she immediately opened. “Ooh,” she moaned softly. “Jewels. Black sapphires, black diamonds. Rubies.” She dumped the contents of the box onto the bed and climbed up to dig through the treasure. She laughed softly. “Ooh, Sorin...” she moaned again, “Garnets! Oh, lots and lots of garnets! Star garnets! I knew I liked this guy!” She opened her pouch and began shoveling the garnets and other jewels into it.

  Sorin looked over at her.

  She was digging through a substantial pile of cut gemstones, giggling softly to herself. He smiled slightly as she leaned over the stones, giving him an enticing view of her full, swelling cleavage, pressing against the deep neckline of her soft violet blouse. The tight burgundy tunic she wore over it was probably the only thing that kept her breasts from spilling out as she bounced happily on the bed and scooped the gems into her bag. He licked his lips, pleased himself, with his own magical find and walked over to the bed.

  Morgen looked up, brushing long ruby-red strands of hair out of her eyes. She smiled and her silvery eyes glittered like stars. “Let's find more."

  Sliding off the bed, Morgen looked around. Sorin set his scrolls and book on a huge, crimson upholstered chair and watched her, grinning. Morgen unfastened her rapier and dropped it on the same chair, along with her now bursting leather pouch. “Oh, get the silver box too, why don't you?” she tossed off at him as she hurried across the room to a large cabinet next to the fireplace.

  Sorin walked to the bed and picked up the silver box. He set it next to the scrolls on the chair, still watching her as she bent over a low drawer. He leaned on the chair, grinning a little.

  Morgen wore tight, butter-soft burgundy leather pants tucked into boots the color of ripe plums, which is what he was forcibly reminded of when he took in the full, rounded shape of her buttocks as she dug through the drawer.

  He had always liked Morgen, since their first job two years ago. Since then, they'd been working together. He was a mage and swordsman, as well as a thief, and she was a very talented swordswoman, though you wouldn't really know it to look at her.

  He chuckled as she giggled over another cache of gems. Morgen's weak point was garnets. She loved any kind of gem, but she always kept the garnets if she could.

  Sorin felt an overpowering urge go through him as he watched her. Sure, he'd always wanted her but had never acted on it. It just wasn't professional. Sure, he knew she'd fucked other guys, but for Sorin it was a matter of integrity. He never fucked anyone he worked with, even if it was sexy, yummy Morgen. But right now his desire to fuck her was so intense, he found himself walking across the bedroom, kneeling behind her and lowering his head to her neck, before he could stop himself.

  Morgen moaned softly as he began kissing her throat. Sorin's hands moved around her to cup her breasts and she dropped the jewels and necklaces in her hands.

  Her head fell back as Sorin's fingers slid inside her bodice and squeezed her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. She turned toward him and began kissing him, hard and passionately, as her hands found his belt and quickly unfastened it. He yanked her bodice open and her breasts tumbled free. She slid a hand into his pants and he groaned loudly, shivering, as her fingers found him.

  "Oooh,” she whispered against his lips, “look what I found..."

  She slid down his chest and pulled his pants open. Sorin watched her and groaned again as she ran her hands along the length of his thick, hard cock, then slid her lips over it. She moaned loudly, sucking his head, one hand playing with his balls, the other sliding along his length. He shivered, watching her. “Ooh, yeah,” he growled, “Suck my cock."

  She moaned again and slid him deeper into her mouth. She was hot and wet and she sucked him even harder, running her tongue over him, sliding him in and out of her mouth as she suckled at him. He shuddered and buried his hands in her hair, beginning to rock his hips against her, pushing his length deeper into her mouth. She groaned and slurped at him, her hands moving to his hips.

  Sorin's fingers tightened in her hair and he began pumping harder, faster into her mouth. Morgen sucked at him, scraping her teeth along his cock as he thrust into her. She growled loudly, squirming a little, her hands gripping him harder, encouraging him to move even faster.

  He grunted, fucking Morgen's mouth, and yanked her long, intensely red hair. Her head bob atop his painfully hard member. Her hot, slick, raspy tongue licked at him, her full lips sucking at his head each time he almost left her. Her fingers dug into his hips and he heard her loud, seductive moans as he filled her throat with his cock.

  Morgen groaned loudly, feeling him tense and shudder. Sorin growled and grunted, his body jerking as he came, his cock twitching and pulsing, deep in Morgen's mouth. He filled her mouth with his come and she swallowed, her lips locked around his girth, looking up at him with her silver eyes. She swallowed, sucking on him, her tongue swirling over his flesh, teasing every last drop from his shuddering member. She continued to suck hard on him until he had to shove her away with an almost pained gasp.

  She fell back against the cabinet and licked her lips slowly, smiling at him. “Mmmmm,” she murmured. “I wondered how much longer it was going to take you."

  "Hm?” Sorin asked, dazed, staring at her.

  "To let me do that,” she said, smiling. “You've wanted to fuck me for two years. Screw integrity. It was good.” She laughed.

  "Yeah,” Sorin said, “but you're not done yet."

  Morgen smiled. “That's true."

  Sorin shook his head. “Funny,” he said thickly, “I'm really sleepy."

  Morgen leaned against the cabinet. She looked at him and blinked. The longer she tried to focus, the harder it got. “'S'funny,” she agreed, “So am I."

  Sorin was staring at her. “Spell,” he muttered.

  Morgen nodded, squirming a little. “Trap."

  She moaned, pushing at the fastenings to her pants. Sorin gave her a slow smile then and crawled across the floor, back to her. He pushed her pants down over her butt, lowering his face to lick at her stomach and her pussy as he uncovered her. Morgen groaned loudly. “Oooh ... yes, Sorin, please..."


  He buried his face between her legs and Morgen managed to push her boots off as he shoved her pants down, licking at her very wet and swollen flesh. She tensed and twitched as he began to suck on her. Pushing two fingers into her pussy, Sorin slowly stroked her from inside. Morgen cried out, squirming and shuddering, pushing her hips up, against Sorin's face.

  He chuckled softly and began to suck Morgen's thickly swollen clit, his fingers exploring her and pressing, stroking, thrusting into her tight, slick, hot body. She twitched around him and he felt her muscles squeeze his fingers, so he added two more. Morgen groaned, shivering. “Ooohh ... yes ... oh ... harder..."

  Sorin obliged her, licking her rosy flesh, slurping and sucking at it loudly, thrusting his fingers into her pussy faster, harder as she squirmed and moaned. He felt his cock twitch and begin to harden again.

  Morgen was shuddering, her cries getting louder as her hands squeezed and pulled at her breasts, her body writhing as Sorin continued to suck her clit and the soft, hot flesh of her pussy, his hand completely inside her cunny now, thrusting hard and fast. Morgen gasped sharply, tensing, shuddering and came with a loud, long groan. Sorin chuckled again, softly as he watched her. Hot, slippery juice leaked out of her as she came and he grinned.

  "I'm going to fuck you now, Morgen,” he growled at her, watching her face as he shucked his clothes. “Good and hard, just like I've wanted to since I met you."

  "Ooh, Sorin...” Morgen groaned as she watched him, wriggling, “Yeah ... fuck me ... please..."

  Sorin grabbed Morgen's hips and shoved himself deep into her. She groaned, shivering. Sorin smiled at her. “Oh yeah,” he whispered, “You feel damn good.” Leaning over her, he licked a nipple, then sucked it into his mouth.

  Morgen gasped, arching her back. “Oh yes!” she cried, “Suck my tits..."

  Sorin grabbed both breasts with his large hands and squeezed them. Nipping at her skin, he sucked on her. First one tit, then the other as she writhed and gasped under him. Slowly, he began to pump his hips against her, pulling his hard length out just a little, then burying it deep inside her again. Sucking her hard, he pulled her nipples with his lips until each one stood up from her large, round tits, hard, and a deep rosy red from his sucking. He buried his face in her cleavage and she groaned softly as he licked her there, then began sucking and licking her breasts until he'd sucked and licked every inch of flesh on them. Morgen was shuddering, gasping and moaning in ecstasy as he finished and moved back, taking her hips tightly in his hands.

  Her eyes were closed and she grabbed her breasts, squeezing and pulling on them, panting and squirming.

  Sorin reared back, so slowly, his withdrawal was almost excruciating. Morgen moaned loudly, tensing.

  He slammed into her, hard and began pounding her fast. She screamed and her eyes flew open as her body shook from his hammering. She gasped, writhing under him, each thrust driving him deep, shooting intense bolts of pleasure through her body. She screamed again, her body slamming into the cabinet behind her, panting hard, coming again, fast and hard and powerfully as he fucked her with abandon. He growled, his fingers digging into her hips, grunting as strands of golden-brown hair fell into his eyes. Morgen screamed again.

  Sorin yanked out of her, grabbed her and pulled her up.

  "Over,” he growled. “On your hands and knees."

  Morgen blinked and nodded. She presented her rounded butt to him and he growled again, slapping it hard as he pushed his slick, swollen cock into her ass. Morgen's eyes widened and she groaned loudly. “Ooooohhh...” she moaned, “Oooohhh, Sorin..."

  He slapped her again and she whimpered. One hand twisted into her long hair and he yanked her head back, making her scream. Then he began to piston into her ass. Morgen gasped, moaning and panting as he slammed into her. Tears came to her eyes from his yanking of her hair and she shuddered at the primal sounds he was making, cultured, civilized Sorin, fucking her ass like a barbarian.

  She felt a twinge, a shock and then a low current of erotic pleasure sweep through her and felt dribbling juice leaking from her twitching cunny onto the carpet beneath her. She growled loudly, squirming as Sorin slapped her butt again, sending fiery bolts of lightning through her body.

  Sorin grunted and growled, smacking Morgen's shuddering ass as he sledge-hammered into her, her whimpers, groans and gasps driving him on, faster, harder until she was screaming and shuddering and he was growling like a wolf.

  Sorin shouted, feeling his cock twitch and shudder inside Morgen's tight, hot ass, a thunderbolt of primal pleasure racking his body. She gave a hoarse scream.

  There was a loud slam and thudding of feet, the ring of steel being drawn, then an even louder, “Holy shit!"

  Sorin grunted and looked over at the doorway. Morgen turned her head slower and groaned.

  Their four companions stood in the doorway to the room. The heavy mahogany door stood wide and a current of chilly air filled the room.

  Morgen's head cleared and she shivered. She felt Sorin shiver as well, then groan.

  Ragnar, the tall, blonde paladin of Tyr who was the leader of the party and their employer, glared at the two of them, his huge sword drawn. “What the hell is this?” he demanded.

  "Looks like they were fucking,” said Valda, who was smirking a little as she sheathed her sword. “Honoring my Lady Freya is all fine and good, you two, but there's a time and a place, you know?"

  Ragnar did not look at all amused. “Get yourselves dressed,” he snapped in disgust. “With all that screaming, I thought you were in trouble."

  The other two, Seldon and Karayan, looked at them as Sorin got himself free of Morgen and with a snort, found his clothing.

  Morgen sat down, shakily, trying to catch her breath. After a moment, Seldon shook his head and walked out the door. Karayan looked after him and smirked. “No sense of humor, those rangers,” he said, with a wink at Morgen.

  Morgen glanced around, trying to remember where her clothes were. She looked up again and saw Karayan standing next to her, with her boots in his hands. She accepted the boots and glanced at the runemaster again. He was looking her over appreciatively and grinned. “Nice.” He winked at her. “You have fun?"

  She nodded slowly, shivering a little as his silvery gaze slid over her exposed body. “Uh, yeah,” she muttered. “Found some jewels."

  Karayan nodded, still smiling. “Looks like you sort of forgot about that."

  Morgen chewed her lip. “Sort of."

  Karayan handed over her pants, watching as she fixed her blouse and bodice and slid her pants back on. Morgen wasn't sure she really liked Karayan watching her like that. She looked at him as she put her boots back on. He chuckled and leaned back on one foot. “Now,” he said, “Next time we pair off to go exploring, I want to go with you."

  Morgen blinked.

  Karayan grinned. “Looks like you're a hell of a lot more fun than dour old Seldon."

  Morgen shook her head. “Not likely, Loki-spawn,” she muttered, and walked over to the chair to retrieve her treasure and sword.

  Karayan grinned and ran a hand through his deep auburn hair. “On the contrary, I think it's entirely likely,” he said softly. “And you're more right than you know."

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  PART TWO

  THE RUNEMASTER

  "Funny how things turn out, don't you think?"

  Morgen shrugged, rolling her eyes.

  Karayan swung his staff nonchalantly as they walked through a downward sloping stone corridor. “It doesn't take a genius to realize that Ragnar was going to separate the two of you after that display."

  Morgen stopped and turned around. “Oh shut up,” she snapped, “Gloating doesn't become you."

  Karayan smirked. “I am hurt,” he said. “I wasn't gloating. Not at all. You make it sound like I staged this entire thing."

  Morgen wasn't smiling. “Well, didn't you?"

  "How could I?” he asked softly. “I'm only a simple run
emaster. I can't influence people's minds.” He paused a moment, then took a step toward her. “No matter how much I might want to."

  Morgen looked at him. His silvery eyes glittered mischievously even though he was no longer smiling. The dim ambient light caught sparks in the embers of his auburn hair and she frowned, turning her back on him. “I think there may be something down here,” she said neutrally, walking down the corridor.

  "I think you're right,” Karayan replied, his low voice disturbingly close behind.

  Morgen stiffened but continued to walk. The slope increased and it was getting darker as they continued to descend. She slowed her steps as it became more difficult to see.

  Finally, she stopped.

  "I can see,” Karayan murmured in her ear. “Take my hand."

  Morgen hesitated.

  She felt him come close to her and his hand found hers, wrapping around it and gripping it firmly. “You don't like me,” he said as he led her along beside him, confidently, down the pitch-black corridor.

  Morgen was quiet a few steps. She smelled the warm and slightly dusty, spicy resinous scent of his clothing; the herbs and spell components all mages, even runemasters, carried on them. She'd always liked that. “Well, I wouldn't say that, I guess,” she said. “More like, you make me ... uncomfortable."

  Karayan chuckled softly. “'Uncomfortable’ eh? That's something."

  Morgen frowned in the darkness but said nothing.

  He seemed to know where he was going. His tall, warm presence was very close to her. His heavy woolen robes brushed her legs as they walked. She heard his breathing, the soft crunch and grind of his staff as it hit the ground.

  "Karayan?"

  "Yes?” His low, rich voice was soft, very close to her ear, as though he'd turned his head to speak to her.

  "Have you been here before?"

  He didn't answer but she got the distinct impression he was smiling.

  She stopped. “Karayan?"

  Karayan laughed. It wasn't a pleasant sound, really. More an indication that she'd finally caught on to a nasty secret.