The Rise of Heretics Lemon Scenes

This scene takes place in chapter 16 of ‘The Rise of Heretics’ the morning after the attack on Red Water and just before Gahn and Sathra left town.

Chapter 16

            It was early in the morning when I stirred. My head was resting on Gahn’s chest while the rest of my body was hugged tightly against him. There just wasn’t enough room on the bed for two. I pushed myself up slightly to glance down on him. He seemed to be in a deep sleep, which was to be expected. My eyes trailed down his chest and then to the edge of the blanket where the rest of his body was hidden.

            Yesterday, I had a long talk with Legarra. Turned out she was fascinated with marriage and sex. She asked me many questions about what it was like to be married and then told me how she would talk to prostitutes for information about sex. Poor thing. No wonder why she desperately wanted to pass the test. She wanted to get married and experience it all. Though around the end of the conversation, I eventually broke down and asked her what she learned from the whores.

            It was a very informative conversation that left me curious. How would Gahn react if I did all those things to him? I kind of wanted to find out, but he wouldn’t let me touch him during sex anymore. …But then again, how could he stop me if he was asleep? This may be my only chance to try it out.

            First of all, I had to test to see if he really was asleep. He could be faking it. I licked my lips and leaned down to kiss him. I felt his lips move slowly against mine, but he showed no other signs of being awake. Well, even if he was, I wonder how long he would keep it up? I soon moved down slightly to take his lower lip into my mouth and sucked on it gently. I then ran my tongue over the middle area between his chin and lip. I thought I heard a noise from him, but he still wasn’t responding to me.

            With a smirk, I pushed up again and gently ran my finger down his chest and watched his face. He made another quiet noise, almost like a purr, and his face twitched slightly. I realized that he was probably dreaming about something. My finger continued its descent down his body and slipped under the hem of his pants. I soon found evidence of his arousal and wondered what exactly he was dreaming about.

            I threw back the covers to see the bulge before I gathered the skirts of the revealing priestess robe and pulled down my underwear. I didn’t want to get wet with them on and I had a feeling that Gahn would only tear them off in a few minutes if I did this right. Once I had them kicked off, I straddled him and started kissing him from his neck down to his chest. I decided not to bite him in fear that it would wake him up too soon. The last mark I made on him the first time we had sex was already faded, but I could see some traces of light pink.

            “Mmm, Sathra…” he moaned when I swirled my tongue around a nipple. Oh he was having that dream. Before we became intimate, he would often have recurring wet dreams about me and they used to annoy me. He was more than happy to share every detail of the dream and pretty soon I could tell what he was dreaming by the kind of moan he made. I smirked again. It was time for him to have a new dream…

            I continued to kiss and lick both his nipples, enjoying the moment while I could get away with it. I knew he wasn’t going to let me do this to him again when he woke up. …At least not until I returned his feelings. I soon took the liberty to trace every outline of muscle on his chest and stomach before I shifted down to kiss his lower abs. My chin brushed against his patch of course hair before I pulled back and examined my work.

            He was pretty hard and was probably not that far off. I was grateful that he was wearing loose pants since it made it easy for me to pull them down. I only pulled them down to his knees and quickly leaned up to nip at his balls. Legarra mentioned that there were several sensitive spots there, including the crease that separated his balls. I guess I was just lucky to have made that discovery the first time. I had one hand cupping them as my tongue flicked and swirled around them. He was soon jerking his hips when I slowly ran my tongue along the line.

            He made a grunt when I pulled back again and muttered my name under his breath. I almost giggled when I saw his face contorted in a pout. My eyes quickly drifted back down to his hardened length before I tried out the other thing I learned from Legarra. I knew I needed some lubrication so I reached down to my wet center and coated my thumbs and forefingers. I then placed them around the middle of his shaft like two small rings.

            I simultaneously moved the top fingers up and the bottom ones down before I slid them back to the center. Legarra said that prostitutes did this to give men more stimulation than a regular stroke. I was so entranced with what I was doing, I didn’t notice him beginning to stir. It wasn’t until I licked the head of his dick before I heard a growl and felt his hand at the back of my neck. I glanced up in time to see him sit up and yank me to his level. Gahn’s crimson eyes almost looked angry, but I knew it was really frustration he was feeling. He must've really liked it, but he was starting to regret his vow to not let me touch him.

            His hands moved under my skirt as he growled, “You better not be wearing underwear…”

            I was glad for my foresight as he roughly ripped my skirt up to the belt and sat me down on his length. I didn’t care much about the robe since I wouldn’t really wear it in public. Gahn pulled my knees until they were even with his chest and started thrusting up into me.

            “Move that cloth,” he ordered gruffly, his eyes trained on my breasts. With shaky hands, I moved the ribbons of cloth to the side and down my breasts so they could slightly jiggle before his eyes. He greedily started sucking on my nipples. I cried out as I felt the warming sensations beginning to build up down there.

            Since he wasn't letting me thrust against him, he was having a hard time keeping pace. He tried to roll us over, but forgotten we were on a small bed. We fell over with a muted thunk but didn’t stop what we were doing. He cradled my head before we could hit the floor to protect it and then gathered my knees to the crook of his arms. Gahn wasted no time in starting a fast pace and slammed in almost brutally. He was almost close to coming, which strangely made me proud since it meant I did a really good job on him.

            I didn’t feel as close as he was, but for some reason, I didn’t mind if he came first. I attempted a wicked grin as I pulled myself up to his neck and bit down. He faltered for only a second and told me to quit it. I was going to try something else, but he fitted a hand between us and started stroking my nub. That quickly knocked me off my senses in time for him to take full control of the situation.

            I felt myself starting to pulse just as he sank his teeth to the top of my left breast before I let out a loud cry.

            “Gahn!” I shouted as the heat spread out through my body and I convulsed around him. I reddened as I realized that he didn’t cover my mouth like usual. Anyone could’ve heard me. What’s worse, I yelled his real name out loud. What if someone figured out who he was? He followed soon after with a strong shudder and a deep groan.

            He collapsed on top of me as we rested on the floor. He had a grin on his face as he nipped at my shoulder and pulled out, “Good morning my little wife.”

            “What’s so good about it?” I muttered as I tried to catch my breath, “I hope no one heard us.”

            “I hope they did,” he countered as he rolled off me, “I want the High Priest to find evidence that his little ‘prodigy’ is all mine.”

            I held back a shudder at his possessive words and started removing the rest of the robe. Some part of me didn’t mind that, but I’d rather see the look on the old man’s face before he had a heart attack over the information. I guess this was one time we could get away with being loud in an inn. It was early enough for us to leave without being detected and once I created the new shells, no one would be able to track us.

            I grinned and thanked Legarra for her valuable information in the back of my mind. I had fun doing that to him and wanted to try again. One of these days I’m going to have to find a way to hold him down long enough for me to have my way with him.