Ravished: Science Fiction and Fantasy Erotica Read online

  His secret.

  Morgen stayed where she was, her hand still in his, waiting. She knew she'd hit on something with him—something that would explain why she felt so strange around him. “Karayan,” she said again, “You're a spy. For Varik Thayer."

  He snickered. “Now, why would you think that?"

  "Cut the bullshit. You are, and we both know it."

  He stepped closer to her. Her breathing quickened as she caught his spicy scent. She chewed her lower lip nervously. She hated not being able to see him like this.

  "What would you do if I were?” he purred. “Somehow, I don't think you're going to give me away to Ragnar."

  She lifted her face to his. “What makes you think that?” she echoed him, swallowing a little as she felt his breath, warm on her cheek.

  He chuckled again, softly, in a way that sent shivers down her spine and swirls of excitement spinning inside her. “I can give you what you want,” he said with a smile in his low voice. “In several ways."

  Morgen shivered. “You think so, do you?"

  His lips brushed hers. “Yes."

  Then he was kissing her. A loud clatter echoed through the passageway as his sablewood staff hit the ground. He pulled her into his arms, wrapping one around her waist and the other around her shoulder, burying his hand in her hair, his fingers tightening against her head. Morgen moaned as he crushed her to him, unable to move her arms as he ravaged her mouth with his own, plunging his tongue into her, fighting with her tongue, drawing it into his mouth. She moaned louder in response to his masterful kissing. He sucked her tongue and she shivered with intense waves of iniquitous pleasure. She shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't be letting Karayan do this to her. He was a spy...

  She moaned again as tremors spread through her from deep within. But he was so good!

  Karayan growled softly, his fingers pressing her head to his. He deepened the kiss, as his other hand slid over her soft, rounded backside to rub her buttocks with his fingers, firmly kneading her as he crushed her against him. She felt the hard, solid length of his erection through their clothing, pressing against her stomach. She squirmed, moaning louder, rubbing her hips against him. She felt him smile, heard a soft chuckle from deep in his throat as he sucked harder on her tongue while his hand on her head tightened in her hair.

  His hand on her butt pushed her against his hips. She moaned, feeling warm, sticky wetness between her legs. Releasing her mouth finally, Karayan nuzzled her ear and she shivered, then he pushed her head down, forcing her to her knees in front of him. Morgen reached up and unfastened his belt and his pants. He growled as she pushed a hand into his pants and her fingers caressed the satiny, smooth length of his cock, wrapping around it and pulling it free. Morgen sighed softly as she felt the warm, almost hot, solid flesh sliding smoothly through her hand. His spicy scent filled her senses as she poked out her tongue and ran it lightly over the smooth rounded shape of his head. He hissed loudly and shivered in pleasure.

  "Yes...” he growled.

  Morgen slid him into her mouth, sucking lightly at him, caressing him with her tongue, making him growl louder. His fingers wound in her hair and he tightened them, making her gasp sharply. She slid him further into her mouth and sucked hard. He grunted, tugging at her hair. She scraped her teeth along his length and nipped at him. “Don't pull my hair!” she snapped.

  He stiffened, but she heard him snicker. “You like it."

  "I'll bite you."

  "Go ahead,” he rumbled and pushed her head back down.

  Morgen stiffened as she felt hot jolts of fire race through her and fresh wetness dampen the soft flesh between her legs. She shifted a little, the stickiness making the leather stick to her in a most enervating way. She moaned when he yanked her hair again and lowered her mouth to him, eyes fluttering closed as she slid her lips over his warm skin, the scent of him overpowering her as she started to suckle him. His groans of pleasure grew louder as she slid him down her throat, trailing her tongue along his flesh, sliding him up and down in her mouth, then licking him all over with her tongue before catching his smooth skin in between her lips and sucking on him.

  He was growling, hissing, groaning as she pleasured him with her mouth, losing herself in the enjoyment of forcing those sounds from him as she did. She lowered her mouth to his balls and felt, with a huge burst of satisfaction, his entire body stiffen. His hand reflexively yanked her hair hard and a loud gasp of surprise escaped from him as she very gently licked each one, then sucked them lightly, before she worked her way back up his cock.

  "Damn, Morgen!” he hissed as she sucked him back into her mouth and began to bob slowly, up and down. His hand wrenched her hair painfully, causing a sharp new spiral of intense pleasure to lance through her body, accompanied by fresh, hot juice trickling from inside her.

  Karayan wound both hands into her hair, growling as she slid up and down atop him, pushing her head, forcing her to quicken her pace, thrusting his hips at her, driving himself harder and deeper into her. Her scent, warm, musky, deliciously intoxicating, grew stronger.

  Morgen moaned loudly and squirmed, her pants rubbing against her swollen and sensitive clit. She cupped his balls, caressing and massaging them, making him grunt and moan louder. His hips worked fast against her, his hands yanking painfully on her hair. She slid her hands around him to his hips. Her fingers dug into his skin as she helped him, encouraged him to move faster, moaning and slurping at him. He groaned loudly, stiffening, and shuddered as he began to come. His cock pulsed and jerked in her mouth. Morgen moaned along with him, sucking hard at him as he did, her fingers squeezing his hips, her head bobbing as she swallowed.

  Karayan stopped her head, his hands holding her tightly as he finished. Morgen whimpered softly when he pulled her back, away from him. He groaned as he released her and she fell back on her heels, trembling. He knelt in the gravel and drew her into his arms, kissing her aggressively. She melted against him, pressing her body against his. Her arms wrapped tightly around him as he bore her down to the ground, pinning her beneath him. Karayan's hands found the laces to her bodice and tore them free. She moaned as his fingers slid beneath the leather and cotton and found the soft swell of her breast, kneading it, squeezing and pulling on it until sharp shocks of intense pleasure coursed through her. He moved to nip at her earlobe, sucking on it, his teeth grazing the skin of her neck. She gasped, squirming under him, arching her hips against his.

  "Oh, Karayan...” she breathed, squealing as his teeth scraped her neck, nipping sharply.

  "Morgen...” he whispered thickly. Then he stopped, tensed and looked up.

  Morgen frowned. “Karayan?"

  "Shh.” he breathed, smothering her with a deep, slow kiss.

  "Tibor?” Ragnar's voice thundered down the passageway from above. “Brantley?"

  Morgen stiffened as well. “Oh no!” she whispered against Karayan's lips. “Not now."

  He kissed her again. “Shh. We'll finish this. I promise."

  He rolled off her and sat up. She heard him fix his clothing, heard the rattle of his belt buckle as he fastened it. She felt his hands on her shoulders, helping her to sit as well. His lips grazed her ear, then her neck as he ran his fingers over her shoulders and breasts, to pull up her blouse and bodice. She reached out, running her own hands over his arms and shoulders, nuzzling his neck, making him moan and growl in frustration. “Morgen!” he hissed, his voice a mixture of anger and desire.

  "Where are you?” Ragnar called, closer now.

  Karayan softly chanted a rune-charm. “There,” he whispered, sucking at her earlobe despite himself. “I've repaired the damage I've done to your tunic.” Yet his hands lingered on her breasts, cupping and kneading them as she whimpered, nibbling at his neck, kissing and licking him. He groaned softly. “We have to stop, Morgen,” he managed, “I can't let them find us this way."

  She nodded as he moved to stand. “We're here,” he called, his deep voice strong and low. “Morgen's f
allen and hit her head. I'm bringing her back. Don't come down further. The ground is unstable and may break away."

  Karayan helped her to her feet and picked up his staff. “Play along with me,” he hissed, a warning clear in his voice, “if you want to finish what we've started.” His arm slid around her waist and he began walking with her, up the passageway, toward Ragnar's voice. “He sent you with me because he thinks you don't like me,” he continued in a low, vaguely threatening, sibilant whisper, “Keep up the pretense. For my sake as well as yours. I don't want to contemplate what I'll be forced to do to you if you don't."

  Morgen's eyes widened and she looked at him.

  "I was right, wasn't I?” she muttered.

  Karayan smirked, holding her tight to him.

  Ragnar looked skeptical as they approached and Morgen only hoped they weren't able smell him on her or her own musky scent.

  "We think we may have found Thayer's sanctum,” Ragnar said to Karayan as they got closer.

  Karayan nodded. “Good."

  Ragnar looked at Morgen. “Are you going to be alright?"

  Morgen pushed herself away from Karayan and nodded. “Yes. The draught he gave me to clear my head seems to be working."

  Karayan snorted softly as he continued to walk up the passageway, his back on Morgen and the rest of the group. Ragnar gave Morgen another suspicious glance, then followed him.

  [Back to Table of Contents]

  PART THREE

  ENTR'ACTE

  "I have this leather collar I think would be very pretty around your neck, Morgen,” Karayan whispered in her ear as they walked together down yet another dark, dank and smelly underground passage.

  Morgen shivered a little and continued to ignore him.

  She'd had to. Otherwise she would have let him get to her much sooner.

  Morgen grumbled to herself. Karayan seemed to know exactly what to say to get under her skin and send torrents of needle-sharp prickles through her body.

  They were lost. Morgen realized that a few hours ago.

  They'd been really close, she figured, because once they'd started heading toward the center of the tower, where Ragnar had said Varik Thayer's sanctum was, they were attacked by several parties of nasty creatures that were obviously in Thayer's employ. By the time they'd managed to deal with all the attackers, the group had been scattered and completely turned around.

  All the passageways looked alike.

  And Ragnar was beginning to get frustrated.

  Karayan ran his fingers through her ruby hair, walking slightly behind and to the right of her. “I have a lovely chain to attach to it,” he continued, his voice a soft, silky purr. “Do you like silver?"

  Morgen shivered again and wasn't able to conceal it very well.

  "Stop it!” she hissed. “Just stop it, please!"

  Karayan snickered quietly and continued to stay disturbingly close to her.

  Ragnar stopped and spoke to Sorin Kalevi, Morgen's fellow thief and Seldon Marin, the elven ranger. The three of them looked around at the totally unremarkable passageway, obviously trying to figure out where they were. With a roll of her eyes and toss of thick, blonde hair, Valda Frejadohtor walked over to the two of them.

  "In case you hadn't guessed, we're lost,” she said.

  Morgen nodded. Karayan shrugged.

  "I suggested to them we make for the surface levels and try again tomorrow,” she added.

  "We could just go,” Morgen said, with a sharp glance at Karayan. “I don't think Thayer is here. This place is probably just a decoy to throw Ragnar off his scent. We haven't seen anything that would indicate he's currently in residence, or has been recently either. And there's really not much else here besides the treasure we found in the master suite up in the tower."

  Karayan watched Morgen quietly. “What does Ragnar wish to do?"

  Valda glanced at Ragnar. “I think he's planning on going back up."

  Karayan hefted his rune-staff and walked over to Ragnar and the other men, “So, you want to head back to the surface?” he said as he approached, to Ragnar's red-faced, stiff-necked nod and grumble.

  Valda turned her turquoise gaze back toward Morgen.

  "You and Tibor,” she murmured so only Morgen could hear, “Make a better couple than you and Kalevi."

  Morgen blinked at her. “I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about."

  Valda stepped closer and smiled. “Karayan is very seductive, even when he's not trying,” she said, “He wants you. That's been clear to me from the day we hired him."

  Morgen shrugged. “So? His loss. I like Sorin."

  Valda chuckled softly. “Of course. What's not to like about him? He's cute and looked like an excellent lover. But he's a rake.” She tilted her head. “Sorin's got a reputation, Morgen. I know you've had lovers, but Sorin doesn't so much have lovers as notches on his scabbard."

  Morgen frowned slightly. “I've never heard that."

  "He kept it from you, of course. Personal ethics."

  "Well, that, yes,” Morgen said. “But I had the same ethic until recently."

  Valda said, “Sorin is a philanderer. He's not as virtuous as he likes to make people think."

  Morgen thought about this. “So you think I should quit Sorin and take up with Karayan? I don't even like Karayan. And I'm not romancing Sorin. We just had a bit of fun. Karayan is—” She thought about the soft, sultry taunts Karayan had been whispering in her ear for the past few hours. “Karayan is vexing."

  Valda laughed softly.

  "We're going back up,” Ragnar announced, tromping by the two women, Seldon, Sorin and Karayan in his wake.

  Valda smiled at Morgen as Karayan strode by and moved to catch up with the tall, blonde figure of Ragnar.

  Morgen stood, nonplussed, in the dripping passageway and watched them march back the way they'd come.

  At the bend in the passage, Karayan paused and looked back at her.

  "Well?” he snapped imperiously, “Shall I leave you down here?"

  Morgen frowned slightly. She hadn't heard him take quite that tone before. While he had been stern on occasion, he'd at least had a reason. He'd had to make sure she wouldn't reveal his secret to Ragnar and the others.

  "I could get out fine on my own,” she replied with a snort. “What concern is it of yours anyway?"

  She walked toward him, making sure it was clear she was doing it of her own accord, not because it seemed as though he were attempting to control her.

  Karayan regarded her with cool eyes the color of starlight on storm clouds. As Morgen neared him, she wondered if it was the semidarkness of the tunnel that had darkened them. Why she was noticing it anyway? He turned to watch her as she passed, one large, long-fingered hand wrapped around his steel-grey sablewood staff. His fine dark grey woolen robes rustled as he pivoted to keep her in sight.

  "What did Valda talk to you about?” he murmured, falling into step behind her.

  "Sorin."

  "And?"

  "Me."

  "And?” his silky voice had an edge to it.

  Morgen paused a heartbeat longer than she'd meant to. “You."

  "And?" he hissed.

  "Sorin has a reputation as a rake and she wanted me to know."

  Karayan grabbed her arm and stopped so suddenly Morgen stumbled, wheeling on him. “What!” she snarled, her patience stretched to the breaking point.

  "What,” Karayan asked softly, his eyes dark, glittering like stars in the half-light, “did you tell her about me?"

  Morgen didn't want to look into his eyes for fear of falling into them but she couldn't help herself. “Nothing,” she breathed. “I didn't betray you."

  Karayan's eyes narrowed and he didn't release his grip on her arm. “And?"

  "Valda thinks you and I make a fine couple. She wanted to dissuade me from Sorin.” Morgen said softly, watching him for a reaction.

  Karayan didn't gift her with one. “And is that all?"

  Morgen no
dded.

  His hand uncurled from her arm and he strode past her as though nothing had happened.

  Morgen stood, perplexed and annoyed, in the middle of a dank dungeon passageway deep under Avarair Torr, while Karayan Tibor and the rest of her companions trudged back up the long way to the surface.

  [Back to Table of Contents]

  PART FOUR

  AVARAIR INN

  Ragnar was a first-class bastard, Morgen decided.

  The coins she'd been paid weren't much and even after pooling it with what she already had, it was still a paltry amount.

  She frowned at the coins and put them back in her purse and put it away in one of her belt-pouches.

  She sighed, and sipped at the remaining warm ale in her cup.

  Sure, she'd known it was coming for a while, she just didn't expect Ragnar to boot her out in the middle of the job. Morgen didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to Sorin or Karayan. Ragnar had Seldon escort her out of the tower and to the nearest village as soon as they'd made their way back up to the main corridor. She didn't get to keep her treasure this time, which was what really pissed her off.

  Well, she reasoned, as she looked around the smoky, dimly lit common room, that treasure was hers and she was going to get it back.

  She had to replenish her supplies, but it was too late to go to the market. She also needed a place to stay and supper as well. Her money wouldn't be enough to cover the cost of a room, a meal and supplies. Morgen was certain there were plenty of poorly guarded purses about the village streets at night. Glancing around, she noticed the gaze of more than one grubby, seedy patron, as well as the beefy proprietor of the establishment. He grinned as she looked at him, considering her options.

  Morgen finished her drink, set the cup down and got up.

  The innkeeper was a bear of a man, obviously a former warrior turned tavern-owner, a tall, tanned fellow with thick brown curly hair and massive arms with thick-knuckled hands the size of dinner-plates. He was polishing a mug with a dingy grey cloth. He set the mug down as Morgen approached him.