“We are not so dissimilar, you and me. We each found ourselves protecting a human woman. And, as we have heard from many present at the games, you have also found your partner to be far more formidable a woman that you might have expected.”
Dorrin looked at Ziana, a swell of warm happiness in his belly matching hers. “You could say that.”
“Then allow me to help you.”
Dorrin didn’t think twice. He shed his tunic and let Heydar do his work, the new pigment reacting immediately with his older ones, enhancing them all.
“It’s funny,” he said as the Nimenni general worked. “It was only a short while ago Ziana was arguing with one of the elites as her partner played Bolaxis, utterly fearless despite her lack of rune power. But now? Now she’ll be on even footing, and I thank you for that.”
“It is our pleasure,” Heydar replied. “You know, my mate is quite a Bolaxis player herself. Perhaps those two will enjoy a game together once this is all over.”
“But women don’t play.”
Heydar looked at Darla with a straight face, but only for a moment, both of them cracking up simultaneously. “My friend, there are many things I have learned recently, and top of them all is never underestimate a human woman. They are capable of far more than you’d expect.”
Dorrin looked at the two humans and pondered just what that might mean, wondering if he’d find out firsthand, and if so, how soon.
He wouldn’t have to wait long.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The visiting royal and his human mate said very loud and casual goodbyes when their time with the competitors was up, leaving them to return to the spectacle of the games and the festivities of the city on this rest day while Dorrin and Ziana were taken back to their bungalow. They rested for a short while, taking a nap after devouring a snack.
As they lay in bed, Dorrin informed her that this was normal after receiving pigment as the body pulled more resources than usual as it adjusted.
“It will be brief. We both have our main series of runes already. This slight addition will only affect us for a short while.”
“Hang on. You saidmainrunes.”
“I did.”
“So, I assume that means there are other kinds too.”
“There are.”
“Why didn’t anyone tell me this?”
Dorrin took her face in his hands and kissed her forehead gently. “Because, my dear, you are a replacement and not deemed to require any. But yes, there are additional runes which add strength to limbs, speed and agility, and can sharpen one’svision or hearing. Of course, as with all of them, the end results vary wildly from person to person, but that is the gist.”
Ziana leaned into his comforting mass a moment, feeling the delicious heat of his body with newly sensitive skin, thanks to her boosted runes.
This isn’t so bad,she mused.I could get used to this.
As if his body could hear her thoughts, Dorrin’s cock stirred, pressing against her with rapidly swelling hardness. She felt herself grow wet in an instant, each of their hands roaming across one another’s bodies as they savored the new sensations.
Heydar had said this might happen. That the two of them receiving the new pigment from the same very strong batch could link their bodies as the pigment was a living organism and not some inert ink. It was as if a small portion of the same life force had been transplanted into each of them, separate, yet still connected. It wasn’t an Infala bond, though. That, according to Darla’s near giddy description, was unlike anything you could imagine until you experienced it.
But even so, this additional connection was quite delightful.
They had each other’s clothes off in a flash, the quick-release seams proving very helpful in this instance as they took one another with a burning lust that surprised them both.
Dorrin latched onto her neck, kissing his way to her straining breasts, her nipples jutting out, her back arched aching for his touch. But he was being a saucy tease, kissing her flanks, the underside of her breasts, his breath hot and arousing, raising goose flesh as she writhed in delight.
“Fuck!” she gasped as he took her nipple in his hot mouth, sucking gently at first, gauging her sensitivity, then increasing pressure when he saw she wanted more. “Yessss,” she groaned, his mouth on her nipple while his fingers parted her folds and slid into her dripping hole.
Her body bucked, as his fingertips pressed against her G-spot, gliding over the rough patch of sensitive nerves, rippling his digits against it in a way no lover had ever done to her before. It was as though he was coaxing the climax out of her, beckoning her to come. And if he kept it up, she’d gladly oblige, and quickly at that.
Cool air hit her nipple, his mouth pulling away and heading south until it latched onto her clit, his tongue working her with such fervor it almost seemed as though he was a starving man, and this was his final meal. The sensations were overwhelming, a burst of bright static joy radiating from Ziana’s clit through her belly and out to her limbs. She threw her head back and cried out as she came, not holding back. It was a soundproof lodging, sure, but in the moment she wouldn’t have cared if they were in the open air, so intense was the feeling.
