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Mortal Kombat: Sindel Queen of Edenia.	By : Nickamano Category: +M through R > Mortal Kombat Views: 2230 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He left her on her own during the following few nights. She would arrive in the throne room to listen to reports from the front. But she would keep to the rear of the vast vaulted chamber or on the balconies situated on the upper level along either side of the throne room. She would listen in silence to the news and then simply depart. During all other occasions she kept to her own chambers and maintained her silence.
Jerrod also listened to the daily reports without much comment. It would take four days for his army to reach the warring Prefectures. And until they arrived to take stock and bring the fighting to an end, very little else could be done. Of course, the runners with their reports and dispatches were much faster at moving between the front and the Palace; having the best-bred steeds with replacements waiting for them at each Prefecture they passed through.
The first had arrived the day after the Cavalry and Foot’s departure from the Palace. The young man, bathed in sweat and caked in dust from the journey, knelt before the throne, panting.
“Give him water.” Jerrod commanded one of the Throne room aides.
“Thank you, Majesty.” The runner said, catching his breath as he handed the empty goblet back to the aide.
“Very good… Now, your news?”
“Delandria appears to have the upper hand, Majesty. Though it appears at present to have turned into a war of attrition. And the casualties on both sides are high.”
The next day another dispatcher arrived with an update.
“The Delandrian armies have taken a number of border towns, early on but have now swept around to the south, avoiding certain sites of potential tactical advantage in favour of an attempt to lay siege to the Daegonic capital.”
On the third day, Teal of the ‘Grasses’ appeared to report the espionage coterie’s initial observations. Though rather than in the public form of the throne room, this meeting was taken in the King’s inner sanctum. With only Jerrod, and his chief advisor present. Though the King had little doubt that Sindel would be listening in from her exclusive ‘confessional booth’ that lay concealed within one of the sanctum’s thick stone walls. Of course, he would have invited her anyway should she had been on hand.
“There are strange parallels, Majesty,” Teal reported. “and neither side appears to have started the conflict. And both sides accuse the other. The initial skirmishes took the form of border assaults. One side crossing the border and attacking a village or farmstead at random. The evidence reveals some enslavement but mostly butchery. And on every occasion, there have been evidences that the attackers had left behind, a helm, a spear head. A corpse. Just enough to offer a suggestion of responsibility.”
“Any survivors? Witnesses?”
“No Sire. There is evidence of exceptionally poor treatment of women and children, Sire.”
“You mentioned ‘strange parallels’?”
“The actions on both sides of these border skirmishes are identical, Sire. Which, given the distinctive cultural differences of the two prefectures, seems strange.”
“Please elaborate?”
“The Eastern prefecture of Daegon has always been a sea fairing people. They are officially fishers and less officially pirates. Their battle tactics are ever a reflection of their naval thinking. Their blades are always shorter and curved, used for slicing; other than their javelins, which have always been an extension of their skills at spear fishing. The Delandrian bodies I examined were all stabbed and hacked. The wounds were not consistent with the methods of the Daegonic. Though that is just my own personal observation, Sire.”
“I see. Thank you, Teal. If you have nothing more to report, please rest and partake of a meal. I see you have ridden hard to make this report.”
“Thank you, Sire.”
The following night Jerrod was roused by the return of another member of the Grasses. Sage was met again in the inner sanctum and other than his personal guard-on-duty Sharni, the King and the agent were alone. Jerrod needed wine to awaken himself adequately and he shared a carafe with Sage. The two sat side by side on a couch. Though Sharni was well withing spear range, just in case. Through he trusted the agents of the Grasses completely, simple etiquette demanded it. Sage was dressed as a Delandrian Sergeant.
“You have a report for me?” He asked.
“I have Majesty. Mistress Jade discovered an agent. She is interrogating her as we speak. But I was sent ahead with an initial assessment. We understand now that this prefectural conflict has been planned and instigated by third parties, not affiliated with either Delandria or Daegon. The remainder of our cell have spread out around the surrounding prefectures to search for the real culprits. The obvious suspects being the surrounding Prefectures, expecting to be able to share out the left overs of Delandria and Daegon once the war is completed. Though we have thus far discovered no evidence of who specifically is behind it.”
“Interesting… Spies and manipulators. I am relieved the Queen’s father bears no responsibility for starting this war.”
“Indeed, Sire. Mistress Jade bade me to inform you to expect her in two days, and no more, with a full report and the identities of the culprits. If not their heads.”
“I’d expected nothing less from Jade.” Jerrod grinned. “You have done well, Sage. You and all your kin. You have again proved your expertise, and your worth your devotion to the realm.”
“Our devotion is to your gracious Majesty and his beloved Queen.” Sage replied, blushing and lowering her eyes.
“I thank you, Sage and all your kin. I will have you richly rewarded once this situation has been fully dealt with.”
“To serve your majesty is all the reward we require.”
“Nevertheless, you shall be rewarded. Now get some rest Sage. I assume you are to return to the front as soon as you may?”
“Indeed, Sire.”
“Then rest and recuperate while you can.”
She stood and bowed ready to leave. But Jerrod held up a hand.
“One final duty before you take your rest. Please repeat your report to her divine Majesty. You should find Sindel in her chambers. She should know at once what you have discovered.”
“Of course, Majesty. It would be my pleasure.”
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Jerrod felt troubled by the continuing developments. Something felt amiss. He assured himself that it was more than likely nothing beyond confusion over the reported events in the two warring Prefectures and that the situation appeared to be more complex than first expected. As well as not having all the information and a full understanding of an apparently complex situation.
He had instructed Sharni, or whoever was on duty at the time, to have Jade, head of the Grasses cell, escorted immediately and directly to him whenever she arrived in the Palace, no matter what he was doing or what time of day or night it was.
The King was also concerned for his Delandrian in-laws. They were a proud people with many warriors among their kin and he assumed many of them would be fighting. Sindel would, of course, be desperately afraid and concerned. Frustrated by the lack of news and the not knowing.
However, at the same time he was also still frustrated by his wife, who was still keeping her distance. She hadn’t spoken to him or even been in his company since the night he had fucked her. She no longer made a fool of herself in the throne room and was adequately keeping hold of her temper and her frustrations, but she was obviously still angry and keeping her own company. Which frustrated Jerrod no end. He was used to having her at his side as often his wisest of advisors. The voice of both wisdom and reason. And his rock, his place of support and his most trusted.
So, on the night of the sixth day. He called for her to be escorted again to his sleeping chamber. Fortunately for her still healing eye, Sharni was not on duty that night. Fortunately for Lissa, who was on duty, this time Sindel did not try to refuse or cause a fuss. She silently followed the guard from her chambers to her husband’s.
Again, she wore a diaphanous floor length nightgown, loose fitting and sleeveless with a light hood and a high neck. This one was white except where the colour of her flesh shone through the translucency, as the fabric was thin and clung to her curves. Cascading from her breasts and shoulders like waterfalls, her thighs, calves and buttocks also revealed themselves as she approached the King’s chamber with gentle slipper-softened footfalls.
“Summoned, I come Majesty.” She said simply, standing at the foot of the fourposter, awaiting instruction.
She was cool rather than cold, here under orders but showing somewhat less than hatred. More like she had given herself over to the inevitability of attending to her duty as wife and Queen. Perhaps reluctant, certainly prepared.
“Whenever you are out of my sight, I forget just how lovely you are. No matter how angry and filled with hate you may be, you cannot fail to take my breath away.”
“Thank you, Majesty.” She said, hesitantly. “I… do not… hate you.”
Jerrod could see it in her eyes, and the slight flush to her plush cheeks. She had melted a little since the last time. And his compliment had moved her a degree or two.
“And I miss your counsel. Your wisdom and your level head.”
“Thank you, Majesty… I…” She paused as though uncertain of how to respond or even if she should.
Jerrod stared at her. His eyes roved the body, blatantly naked beneath the swathe of tissue-thin fabric then returned to the sheer beauty of her face. There was the tiniest hint of a smile. For a microsecond. But he knew he had melted her by perhaps another degree.
“I will… I will try to be more the Queen you desire me to be at council meetings, Majesty.”
“I would greatly appreciate that, my Queen.” He said quietly.
She responded with a gracious nod and a not-quite-smile.
“And what of other desires? Your anger is directed toward your husband. Would you approach and offer a loving kiss to your King?”
“If his Majesty commands, I will obey, of course.”
“What if the King makes no such command, but merely desires his Queen in his bed; of her own free will? Is the Queen’s anger such that she would refuse unless so commanded?”
“I… I… would, I admit, the Queen’s anger has somewhat abated, Majesty. I would not need to be commanded to present myself for his Majesty’s pleasure. I would accede to serve my King out of love and loyalty. Which, I regret, I could not yet present to my loving husband. However, much I still truly love him.”
There was a sadness in her eyes, a feeling that Jerrod found he shared. He nodded his reluctant acceptance, which actually brought a tear to Sindel’s large emotive yet unflinching gaze. But she wasn’t about to give in to him just yet. Her King yes. That was her duty. But not to her husband.
“Then come, disrobe and then join your King, and kiss him the way you once kissed your husband.”
With a tiny nod, Sindel reached to the rear of her nightgown beneath the hood at the back of her collar, where tiny lacing held the gown in place. A couple of delicate, graceful motions and the garment loosened. She flipped down the hood, loosing her long silver mane down her back and then she slowly peeled the gown from her shoulders, pulled her lissom limbs from the arm holes. She held the gown across her huge jutting bust for a moment, before releasing her grasp of it and allowing it to fall the length of her immaculate figure until it was like a low cloud around her feet. She stepped out of the ring of white fabric and then, with all the lithe power she possessed Sindel came forward onto the bed and knelt there, face to face with her King, her breasts practically touching his broad chest.
He held her eyes, watching the discs of her irises shifting in the dancing candlelight from jet black through a dozen purples, lilac to aubergine to Tyrian, and even into stark paperwhite. Every part of her was mesmerising. She felt somehow mystical, supernatural, like an apparition. A mirage for the sex starved. Her full lips, offering the promise of intimacies only to be whispered of in wonder, arched upward in a little playful smile.
“My King,” She whispered, leaning in to press those delectable featherdown pillows of her pursed lips to his.
Her words had no doubt meant to be a subtle seduction. However, the pronouncement of Sindel’s Imperial Liege rather than her beloved husband, told of commands to obey and submissiveness rather than mutual love and powerful desire. Would she be kissing him with such apparently hungry passion and allure if he was a mere guard or blacksmith or farmer, rather than her King?
He felt his anger rise. He knew it was childish of him but it felt like she was still punishing for not capitulating to her father’s position, and refusing to show favouritism to her family. As though perhaps in her eyes the revelation that a third party had become involved had vindicated her father and thus belied Jerrod’s refusal to take his and her family Prefecture’s side.
The reality was that it was the old man’s pride, and memories of his centuries as a renowned warrior that had led him straight into the path of war, rather than recognising his son-in-law’s right to rule and decide the consequences of border conflicts. Sindel should be angry with her father for not bowing to his son-in-law’s right to rule all of the Prefectures. And perhaps Jerrod should have said as much, but he should not have needed to. His right to rule as King was sacrosanct. That, and he knew from experience how the relationship between Sindel and her father was a difficult one with a difficult power-balance in play. Though Queen of all the Realm, she still acted subservient to her father, and as Jerrod had noticed he still acted recalcitrant to her rightful authority and remained dominant over her. As though she were his property. She was his daughter. She was not his Queen.
Her soft, plump lips parted and her tongue slipped into his mouth, eliciting mutual throaty moans from the both of them. And in that moment, Jerrod’s distracting thoughts were no longer a distraction. His erection elevated, its insurmountable hardness forcing it, thickening and hardening, to lift upward and press urgently against her lower belly. The softness of her flesh a sublime caress, as, hopefully, the stiffness and pulsing heat that she could feel emanating from his shaft moved her just as much. She pressed herself more closely against him, her mammoth breasts crushed against his chest, bulging outwards in all directions, while his hard meat was sandwiched between her abdomen and his. Her arms encircled his ribs, pulling him more snuggly still against her. One hand pressing across the blades of his shoulders and the pronounced muscles there, while her other hand slid downward, to cup and then squeeze one of his iron-bar buttocks.
He followed her lead, having to forgo her breasts as they were too snuggly pinned between their chests to get his hands on, so instead he swept his gentle caresses around her sides, down the intense inward sweep of her corded muscular back, the tight slender power of her miniscule waist and then to the crescent moons of her perfect buttocks. They were silken and cool across the surface, though beneath that taut outer layer, the fire of power and toned muscle burned bright. They were lean and hard with hardly an ounce of fat, as would be typical of any professional athlete or master of combat arts, as Sindel was. Though the Queen’s sublime buttocks somehow retained the mouth-watering additional shapeliness of raw sexuality and allure. And Jerrod could think of few joys that could beat the feel of cupping and squeezing Sindel’s naked ass. And the few joys that did top that, he would be enjoying in the minutes to come.
His wife was moaning continually as they flayed each other’s tongues, dancing from mouth to mouth, writhing and flicking with more and more heightened sensuality. The soft-hard smoothness of her incredible body, pressing so firmly and wantonly against him, was an intoxication he could hardly stand. It was an addiction to him and he felt as though he was ‘chasing the high’ that her slender yet, robustly shapely figure promised. A promise he knew from centuries of experience she could and invariably did deliver in spades.
It was as though Sindel could read his mind and again it was an experience that he was no stranger to. She drew herself back from his body, but only so she could, finally, slide a hand down between them and take a firm hold of his cock. Her other hand snaked down below the first to scoop up his weighty testicles. Her soft fingers and palms felt beautifully cool against his flesh while his erection and his scrotum felt like hot coals. He took the opportunity, though releasing her mouth-watering ass cheeks felt like committing a crime, to copy her movements reaching between them to scoop up her delectably sizeable breasts. Warm and impossibly soft, they more than filled his huge hands, fingers digging in the baby-softness bulging around and between them. Her nipples, large and stiff felt easily as hot as his cock and balls no doubt felt to Sindel.
She was stroking him, an slow but fervent rhythm up and down, rolling the silken flesh of his foreskin back and forth over the heavily bloated glans. Her other hand juggled and palmed the full balls, adding gentle squeezes and light tugs on the shaft.
They had paused in their hungry tongue-heavy kisses, to look down between them, temple to temple. Jerrod observing Sindel’s playful work on his engorged meat, and then the both of them watching with mutual eroticism at the play of his hands on, under and around the massive teardrop orbs of her delectable breasts. He was gratified to recognise that she was enjoying his touch on her always sensitive bosom as much as he was. He could keep himself happy for hours at play with his wife’s superlative melons. He allowed them to drop, enjoyed the vision of them swinging buoyantly back into their naturally perky positions, so that he could take up her tumescent nipples between fingertips and thumbs.
Sindel gasped and then started to let out little guttural whinnying moans. Her whole body started quaking as he pulled and rolled and twisted her nipples, flicking and depressing the tips and working them in playful spirals with the pads of his thumbs. Their sensitivity and her reactionary pleasure were right there all over the divine Queen’s sweat-gleaming facial expression. And she had suddenly clenched tight on his erection, her fist grinding into the blood-filled knot of distended muscle. Though she had somehow maintained the foresight to released her grip on his scrotum and her other hand had whipped around behind him to again grasp one of his tight buttocks. Her nails dug in, bringing a masochistic hiss to the moan of pleasure she had already brought out of him.
An abrupt and loud knock sounded on the chamber door.
Sindel cursed, a powerful glare cast toward the door and Jerrod felt halfway surprised that the door hadn’t been smashed into smithereens by his Queen’s look.
“What the fuck!?” She snarled. “Whoever that is…!”
“Is that Jade?” Jerrod questioned, raising his voice.
“It is Majesty.” Came the hollow, echoey reply.
“Enter.” He glanced back at Sindel, who had neither pulled away from her King, nor released her vice grip on his erection.
“She brings conclusions regarding the conflict.” He explained.
Off to their right the chamber door swung open. The Palace Guard Lissa was also visible for a moment, glancing in as she pulled the large door closed behind the Grasses agent, clad in the battle armour of the style and livery of the Daegonic prefecture.
She knelt on the sand-marble tiles, head bowed, eyes up. A slightly flush to her cheeks. Jerrod, naked and slick with a sheen of sweat that made his pronounced and powerful musculature gleam, and robust in the state of his physical excitement, turned to face the young woman. Unabashed. Sindel slid halfway behind him, her arms encircling him and caressing those muscles possessively. Though she wasn’t far enough behind him to conceal very much of her own stunning figure. Neither of them was shy. Both were fully aware of their physical beauty and the prowess and physicality their martial attributes afforded them.
“I thank you for your haste and attention to duty, Jade of the Grasses. Please present your report.” Jerrod said, with an affirming nod.
Jade’s flushed had spread down across her face and down her throat now and the desire in her eyes as she looked up at her King and Queen was palpable. But she swallowed, fought down her thirst and lowered her eyes, in order to aid in her fight.
“My King and Queen, we have discovered that the actions leading to the Prefectural war had been forced by third-party agents using political manipulation.” Jade’s mind now fully engaged with she had learned, she was apparently able to lift her gaze again. “Who, at first, appeared to be under the employ of the Daegonic prefecture. Their plan, it seemed, had been to try and undermine the power balance between themselves and Delandria, in order to force the Royal Armies to become directly involved. Once the conflict had been ended, Daegon intended to demand compensation. Namely giving the entire Delandrian prefecture over to Daegon to rule, thus expanding their domain and their prefectural profits. And possibly even causing strain and embarrassment here in the Palace. As her Majesty’s father would have been directly implicated.”
“‘At first appeared’?” Jerrod said.
“Indeed, Sire. It is the identity of the prisoner that has since made me believe there had to be more to this than some simple inter-prefecture powerplay.”
“And who is this prisoner?”
“Tanya, Sire. My own beloved sister.” Jade sneered, the sarcasm dripping from her lips.
“I see.”
“And where is Tanya now?” Sindel suddenly asked.
It was the first time she had spoken in an age, and more than just singular whispered words. And the smooth velvet of her lustrous voice was almost shocking for Jerrod’s ear. His fully erect cock, still held snugly in Sindel’s fist, trembled at the sound of it. Jade had lowered her head in sudden shame.
“I fear she eluded me, Majesty and managed to escape incarceration. I have no excuse.”
The young woman appeared to have collapsed inside herself at the voicing of her last sentence, shoulders drooped, head bowed, arms visibly trembling, almost as though she wept.
“If you were anyone else, Jade, I would question your motives and your loyalty,” Sindel said imperiously, but soon softened again. “But with you, I know I do not have to.”
“Thank you, Majesty. Though I will not beg for your forgiveness. I cannot forgive myself.”
“Prey, do so child.” Sindel said emphatically, before muttering, “We all suffer blindness when it comes to our kin.”
“You have my gratitude, Jade.” Jerrod said. “Do not blame yourself for Tanya. She had previously revealed her skills at escaping incarceration, as well as subterfuge. If there is nothing more for you to report, please go and take some rest.”
“Yes Jade, leave me alone with my husband.” Sindel said with a sudden grin, her fist jerking back and forth with increased vigour. “I must make amends, and intend to fuck your King’s brains out for the rest of the night.”
Jade managed a grin, then rose, bowed and marched out of the chamber, throughout Jerrod was blushing furiously.
He thought back on Tanya for a second. The accounts and testimonies he had heard. The personal experiences. Like her sister, she was a beautiful wanton woman; unlike Jade, Tanya possessed a seductive hunger that some had come to class as a mental deficiency. A mania. She used her sordid sexuality as a weapon, perhaps better than anyone ever had. It was a commodity to be exchanged for help, for information, for a killing, for transportation. For loyalty. Or simply to confuse and distract. She had given herself to jailors and guards, both male and female, and of any species who had power she wanted to exploit. And her talents in the sexual use of her body outmatched even her rather prodigious martial talent. She might not be up to Kitana’s, Sindel’s or even her younger sister’s league but against most, she could more than hold her own in combat. Though she often preferred the personal talent of using her sexuality to best her enemies.
She had betrayed her own people once when she held the prestigious role as Ambassador to new realms, and Jerrod was hyperaware that she had used her body, with himself and others, to gain that particular position. Therefore, making her King one of her victims. He didn’t know what Outworld or Netherrealm had promised her or how they had bought her. However, he knew it would be no blackmail, no coerced betrayal of her own people. She took far too much pleasure in her evils. It was a shame she had once again escaped Edenian justice, he would have liked to have learned the reason for her betrayal of her own Realm.
“I’ll do whatever you like, Majesty. Anything. Just name it, my glorious husband.” Sindel cooed.
Jerrod, startled, turned toward his kneeling wife. He breathlessly took in the delightful face of his beloved. There were tears brimming in her huge lustrous eyes, though the wetness might as well be evaporating by the sheer heat of the lust that smouldered there. And with that image of Sindel Jerrod was fully in her company again, all thoughts of Tanya banished. He felt utterly rampant, so hard his erection throbbed visibly in his need to have his wife. Perhaps more than their wedding night, perhaps more than even their first time together.
But the hate fuck he had enjoyed the last time they had been conjoined reminded him of something he had wanted to do, but he hadn’t wanted to give her the pleasure of. But now that was all he wanted to do. He gently pushed her down flat onto her back, pulling her hips to the edge of the bed. Climbing down to the rug beside the bed, he tossed her long, toned thighs over his shoulders, and buried his face in the little neat twist of delicate pink of her slick labia, the vulva already swollen to allow the inner lips room to expose themselves for his hungry lips and wanton tongue.
He began with little kisses, anointing her with his affection while tasting the sweet nectar of her secretions. He had always enjoyed the taste of her, her juices, her musk. Also, the softness and intense warmth of her tender, pliant lips against his mouth and his tongue were a sensations to be savoured. He laved the flat of his tongue up and down her vulva, taking her juices and replacing them with his saliva. He adored the little breathy gasps and moans she issued in response to his touches and tastes. And the way she squirmed, quivered, practically vibrated against his face. She reached down blindly for his hands that gripped her thighs, took both in hers, lifted them upward until he felt the otherworldly softness of her huge breasts under his palms. He pressured his lust into her bosom, squeezing firmly, pushing his fingers in deep, hearing her hiss, feeling the burning monoliths of her nipples like firebrands beneath his palms. Her areolae were discs of flame surrounding the burning nipples. He wouldn’t have been surprised to have found circular burn marks on his palms in the morning.
Enjoying the wonderous feel of her breasts in his grasp, Jerrod focussed on giving her pleasure. He probed and flicked with the tip of his tongue, lapping up and down the folds of her inner lips, spreading them apart and gathering up the free-flowing nectar, circling around her vaginal mouth. He roved her urethra, circled the hood of her clitoris, careful not to touch too soon. Then he teased her by going south, following the lips of her pussy until they met at the terminus of her vagina where he continued south onto the delicate path of her perineum. He stroked it with the flat of his tongue. Allowed his saliva to tickle the sensitive taint. And then used the tip of his tongue to whip across it, side to side, moving up and down, all the while enjoying the joyous whimpers and gasps she was responding with. And then he went for her anus.
He teased the tight creases of her puckered sphincter, smiling inwardly at the way it winked and quivered under his probing tongue. He used the tip to dab saliva around the tiny starshaped ring, then swirled his way around the circumference as though rubbing in oil. The swirls became smaller and tighter until his tongue dipped into the central hollow, tightly clenched in pleasure, and set about forcing his way inside.
However, Sindel appeared to be above and beyond the singular bliss of anal probing. She reached down, sliding her fingers into the curls of his dark, grey streaked mane and urgently tried to guide his attentions northward. By listening to the state of her moans, her whimpers and the way her body was rocking and gyrating in a fast rhythm, Jerrod recognised how close she actually was to climax. He had been enjoying his own teasing oral trails, and anointing her flesh with his saliva, and hadn’t paid enough attention to her responses. And somehow, from starting out as Sindel wanting to make it up to her husband to ‘fucking his brains out’, it had turned into Jerrod’s asserting of the depth of his love and adoration upon her. Of course, there would be room and time for one and then the other. He was in no hurry.
He left her anus behind for the time being and ascended with kisses and drooling saliva across her buttocks and inner thighs, until he found the pouting heat of her vulva and then kissed and licked his way up to her core.
He laid kisses around her clitoris, registering the breathy gasps and the physical jolts that danced through her body as he closed in. He swirled his tongue around the tiny hood, focussing on the arch of its sides and cowl. He pursed his lips over the area, planting a gentle kiss before turning it into a vacuum of suction. It instantly took Sindel right over the edge. Her body violently thrashed and she yelled, a squeal of incessant sexual joy erupting out of her, as though she had given birth to it. Her whole body shook. He instigated a rhythmic laving of his tongue, now in direct contact with her clitoris. Though in order to keep up the contact for her climactic pleasure, Jerrod had to lean in and use his locked arms as restraints, his hands clutching her impeccable breasts throughout. His fingers and thumbs pinched and rolled her nipples.
He saw the signs that revealed how powerful an orgasm Sindel was lost in and how long she might be consumed by it. Her eyes flickered, the long curving lashes dancing, and then they burst wide open. Staring upward, though it looked like her eyes had rolled up into her head. They were pure pearlescent white, as she subconsciously tapped into her power. The irises were glowing rings of an even more intense white, glowing like the core of a lightning bolt. And then her hair started to dance and writhe as well. Over a hundred-thousand prehensile tendrils, rising and waving and growing with their own desire and intent. Magically defying gravity, they seemed to crackle with a plasmatic life of their own.
The sudden squeal of her protracted climax - each intense wave of sexual joy crashing onto the beach of her, almost instantly being overtaken by the next like the incoming tide - reverberated dangerously around the chamber. Jerrod felt grateful of the warm snug cushions of Sindel’s smooth thighs that had closed tight around his ears. The squeal wasn’t the offensive banshee scream of her martial ability, but it seemed to be approaching that murderous range. He would fully expect crystal glasses, decanters and ornaments to have shattered around the room.
It was also why he didn’t, at first, hear the urgent shouts from the corridor outside, or the desperate banging on the door. It wasn’t until the Palace guard braved her life by shoving the door open and stepping inside, without the King’s leave, to call out an urgent report.
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