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whispering eroticisms into her ear and kissing her neck.
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As they went down the hallway, Darmyk ran up to her. He pulled at her skirts.
Kenly, his maned hunting cat stalked along behind him, his ever-present
companion, and guardian that at one hundred and fifty pounds no one in their
right minds would mess with. Darmyk was nearly three years old, but like most
children of lycan blood, he was as coordinated as a human child of seven and
precocious in his speech.
"Mama, I want to show you something."
She looked into his eager face, and felt a twinge of unhappiness. Since
marrying, Merissa had very little time for her son, except when Malthus went
into the village for something, over to help with the refugees at the
sanctuary camp, ran errands in Hell's Widow, or off to hunt in order to supply
the camp with meat. The rest of the time he spent opening her legs at every
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opportunity. It was not that Malthus was unskillful no, he was very good in
bed just that there was so much of it, and so little of anything else.
"I can't right now, Darmyk. Please go play with Ros and
Lyrri."
Darmyk looked intensely disappointed. "All right, mama."
He walked off with downcast eyes.
She watched the little boy go and it tugged at her heart that she couldn't
play with him as much as she used to.
"He'll be okay." Malthus slipped his arm around her waist and nibbled at her
ear. "He needs to learn to do without you more. Especially once we give him a
little brother or sister."
"I know."
Merissa had confided her feelings to her mother about
Malthus' sexual appetites, and been advised that it would
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pass, that it was natural at this point in a marriage, and that she should
give him what he wished like a proper wife. Her father had been blunt and to
the point as soon as they exchanged their vows, telling her and Malthus, "Get
me an heir. One that will be acceptable to the clans."
The clans rarely allowed themselves to be governed by a bitch; it nearly
always had to be a dog wolf. Neither she nor
Darmyk would be acceptable to the elders should something happen to her
father.
They entered their chambers, and Malthus locked the door.
"I don't want the children walking in on us." He pulled his tunic off and
tossed it onto a chair.
Merissa opened her robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing her body.
Malthus sat in the chair, drew his boots off, and untied his pants, shoved
them down and stepped out of them. He stood, and Merissa could see that he was
already aroused. Malthus took her hand, and led her into their bedroom.
She lay down and he climbed onto the bed beside her, running his hands over
her. His fingers circled her stomach.
"When it swells, how will you feel?"
"Happy," Merissa answered. "I want your child, Malthus."
He kissed her forehead, her mouth deeply, and then each of her nipples. "Each
day, I dream of seeing my son sucking on those lovely breasts."
"But we might have a daughter...."
"Whatever, I'll love it." He probed between her legs with his long fingers,
played with the knob of her clit. "I want a large family, many children. Some
of both. Humans are not
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as long-lived as your kind. I'm thirty-six. I haven't a lot of time to make
them."
"I know.... "Merissa said, and then gave a long moan of pleasure as he aroused
her body, making her impatient to have him inside her.
Malthus licked his way along her and tormented her nipples with his teeth. His
cock bobbed tantalizingly against her clit. "You'll always look more beautiful
to me when you're swollen with my children, than when you're slender without
them."
"Seed me," Merissa moaned again. "Seed me."
Malthus reached down, guiding his knob inside her warm, wet sheath, and began
to thrust.
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* * * *
Odhran followed Pandeena and Caimbeul as they left the manor after their
conversation with Claw. "Shall I fetch your horses?"
"Nah, I'd rather walk." Caimbeul scratched at the stubble on his chin.
"Our lawgiver was teaching the morning classes at the camp," Odhran said. "And
then our priest, that was old
Tempest, taught the second half, religious stuff and so forth."
"Tempest Anstey?" Caimbeul asked.
"Why, yes, Master Caimbeul."
"Caimbeul's my name, not Master Caimbeul," he said, then added with a wink,
"Though to listen to her..." he thumbed at
Pandeena, "you'd think it was Old Lecher."
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Odhran looked uncomfortable as Pandeena grumbled under her breath and waved
him away. "I'll show Caimbeul around. Do you have a lawgiver house?"
"Yes. But it hasn't been lived in since Nevin left. Nikko stayed with his
mother."
"Nikko's the dead one?" Caimbeul asked.
"Yes," replied Odhran. "It will probably take a day or two for the house to be
made livable." He scratched at the back of his head. "Actually ... Cahira
Sinclair used the house for a bit after Kynyr was wounded."
"Caimbeul can stay with me until its ready," Pandeena told him.
"As you wish." Odhran hurried off.
Pandeena turned to Caimbeul, with her hands on her hips, and a stern
expression. "Next time you're wondering why I
divorced you, think about how what you just said sounded."
"Then it wasn't just the boy?" Caimbeul asked, sobering.
She looked away from him in discomfort. "No. Losing him was just the last cut
of the knife."
"I'm sorry."
"Yes, I'm sure you are," she said, going suddenly brusque.
"Come on. If I had thought that anyone else was up to the task at hand, I
would never have asked you."
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