Chapter 1 Part 8 | Son in Sorrow | IHGK Book 2
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Temmin caught her by her slim waist. "So this is my birthday present."
She stiffened. "I am not a present."
Her abrupt change in mood startled him. She was usually so hard to read, keeping all but the most professional, compassionate parts locked away, and when she let down her guard he didn't know what to do. "No, you are a gift," he began. "That's different from a present, isn't it? Presents are things. You are not a thing, but you are still a gift, at least to me."
"I'm sorry." She held him close, resting her head on his chest with a small tremor.
He stroked her black hair. "What brought this on?"
"Perhaps I'm more tired than I thought."
He kept himself from drooping. "Shall I go back downstairs?"
"No, no, please don't go," she said, tightening her grasp on him. "Sometimes it feels like...like you and Issak are all I have. Sometimes it seems like you're the only ones in the world who see me as Allis, and not as the Embodiment of Neya."
"Not even Anda, or the Most Highs? Not even Teacher? He told me once you and Issak are the closest he'll ever have to children."
"I love Teacher. He's our sponsor--he's our father, for all intents and purposes. But..." She burrowed into him deeper. "There are times when it feels as if Issak and I are simply means to an end, like the mirrors he uses to go from one place to another. I have no right to feel that way, I know..."
One more thing they had in common, Temmin thought. He was himself now to so few people: his sisters, his mother, Jenks--Alvo, his best friend back at the Estate in Whithorse, knew him inside and out. The last night Temmin spent at home, they'd gotten so drunk. Then there'd been Mattie, and then…then Alvo had said he loved Temmin and begged to suck his cock; before Temmin could even think properly it was done and Alvo had run away, leaving him astonished and confused. They hadn't seen one another since. He needed someone to see him as Temmin, as Alvo always had. What were they now to one another? For that matter, what was Allis to him? Superior? Teacher? Yes, but nothing more?
Temmin kissed the top of her head. "I don't want to think about Teacher, or magic, or Gods or anything tonight. We're alone. We're never alone, and it's my birthday." He moved his hands to her back. His skills in undressing women had blossomed since his arrival at the Temple, and he unbuttoned her bodice and stroked her back at the same time.
She unbuttoned his waistcoat in turn and removed the studs from his shirt, slipping them in his waistcoat pocket. "You'll lose them otherwise, you know you will." She kissed him again, slow and tender.
In time they lay together naked in her wide bed. Allis cuddled in the curve of his arm, her full breasts maddeningly pressed against his side. He resisted tracing the silver sigil on her left hip that kept her from bearing children. No one could see it--not even Allis herself--but he could.
Temmin let her lead; she slid her soft hands along his body and returned no more than brief, gentle touches himself. Her hand traveled down, down into the curly golden hair on his belly. Temmin held his breath until she found the hardness patiently waiting there. Her hand slid lower and cradled his balls; he let out the smallest of groans, afraid to disturb her in the least. "It's all right," she said. "I want to know you're pleased."
"You know already," he said, straining up into the hand now encircling him.
He turned to face her, but Allis pushed him onto his back. "Lie still. We shall follow the Way of Harla."
"I've never cared for the Temple's naming a Way after Death--" Allis straddled him and sank down on his shaft, slow and deliberate. "But this is all right," he gasped.
"Every God has a Way, even Death. Death rides us all, Tem, but tonight I ride you. Be still." She rocked atop him, sighing as if his cock pushed the air from her body. Her hand slipped between her legs, where he wished to put his own hand, her fingers pinched at a nipple he wished to suckle, but he obeyed her and clenched his hands at his sides. Her fingers circled her pearl, dipping down to touch his slippery length as she rose up from him, back to her pearl as she sank down on him.
Even holding still, even letting her set a slow pace, the climax mounted in him. His hands desperately wanted to maul her breasts, pull her down hard on top of him as he thrust up into her. He wished he were tied down; forced passivity would be so much easier than this. "Allis, please let me move, please!"
Her tense, dreamy voice floated down to him. "No."
Temmin dug his fingers into the coverlet and closed his eyes. He could no longer bear to see her body atop him, flushed with desire and untouchable; as Supplicant, he should practice the Patience and delay his release as long as possible. She pulled him in deeper and squeezed until he choked out, "Allis, I am trying, truly I am trying, but you make the Patience very difficult!"
Her low laugh vibrated unbearably against his cock. "I'm not asking for the Patience. No lesson, just pleasure." Allis picked up her pace, swiveling her hips down hard onto him. His breath met the rhythm at first, becoming disordered the closer he came to his crisis. Just when he thought he might faint from the strain of stillness, she convulsed around him; not long after, the world compressed into his balls and exploded outward, lights sparkled beneath his eyelids, and all of his denied movement burst from him in a long roaring arch.
Allis stretched over him, keeping his half-hard cock inside her; her skin against his made him shudder and twitch. Finally free, Temmin brought his hands to her face, his touch soft and feverish as he kissed her cheeks and forehead and eyes and mouth. He felt her smile against his palm, and tenderness overwhelmed him. "I love you," he whispered.
Her hands minutely stiffened against his chest, and he cursed himself. "Ssh," she said, and blocked his mouth with a kiss.