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any separations?" Vanora looked perplexed at the suggestion.
"No, my dear. Never a thing has occurred in Kell. Is this what the men may do to the
women on your world?"
Jane smiled. "Not always the men, I'm sad to say."
"The Kell know their hearts my dear, so too the hearts of others. It is a beautiful
thing."
"I am glad and happy to be here in Kell." The large woman gave her another
squeeze.
"As am I. We shall have so much to discuss. You must help us prepare the palace
and villages if more ladies from your world are to be coming to Kell. Everyone is
talking about it."
"I'll do what I can," Jane promised.
Adalardo and Drystan came back to claim Jane's attention and to introduce her to
the caste heads. Everyone was eager to learn about Earth. They kept Jane talking
by peppering her with question after question until Drystan told them to stop. She
was grateful for his intervention.
Jane sat to the King's left with Drystan on the right. Then the meal was served. Jane
was hungry after skipping lunch. She ate everything that was set before her,
stopping just before her stomach became too full, washing it all down with lots of
sweet Kell wine.
Jane was thoroughly enjoying herself. She couldn't remember when she had had so
much fun, enjoying the witty company of the King. Drystan was constantly staring at
her as if he would leap over the table at any given moment and take her right there.
She was wet just thinking about it. She struggled to keep her attention on the King.
The conversation turned to the Drac and the war.
"How long have the Drac and Kell been at war?"
"For longer than anyone can remember now," Adalardo answered. "You see, the
Drac have longer life spans than the Kell do and feel they are the superior species.
Norlac, the leader of the Drac, desires power and dominance over all the land. His
hate and greed know no bounds."
"War is a terrible thing in any land. My world is constantly ravaged by wars around
the planet."
"There is war in your land?" the King asked.
"Not where I live but on other parts of the Earth. Greedy men, territory disputes; it
seems some men will go to war for the weakest of reasons. It sometimes makes me
ashamed to be a part of the human race when things like that happen."
"Be at ease, Jane," Adarlado smiled. "If other humans are like you, with much beauty
and compassion, there is much to be admired." Jane felt the heat rise in her cheeks
at his words; she was so unused to compliments. Arlando continued, "Something's
are beyond our control so we should never be ashamed of who we are, even if we
dislike the things which others do."
"Thank you, your Highness." Jane smiled at the King. Glancing past the King at
Drystan who held a dark jealous expression, Jane just winked at him.
"Nay, we should thank you, Jane. Without you, our people would be doomed to die
out."
The King rose and the crowd hushed. Jane watched as he picked up his crystal wine
goblet.
"Friends, it is good to be able to celebrate the hope which has come to us through
the Lady Jane. Commander, you are the envy of every man in the kingdom as
Protector of your fine lady. May you both prosper and bring many children to fill the
palace's halls." Jane blushed. Drystan gave a nod. "It is just the first of many
celebrations as soon each and every man will get the chance to choose a new mate.
Our lands will prosper once again." Loud murmurs of agreement came from along
the table. The King tilted his goblet towards her. "To the Lady Jane, bringer of hope
and women to Protect." Jane hated being the centre of attention but was slowly
warning to it. As she smiled, her eyes met Drystan's, seeing the great pride for her in
his dark gaze. It felt so good to have meaning and purpose. Without Drystan, she
would have never known this feeling. She had placed her entire world in his strong
hands. And never had anything felt so right.
Chapter Eleven
"You've had too much wine, my Blue-fire." Drystan steadied Jane as she giggled and
swayed on her feet.
"I'm not used to drinking, but I feel wonderful." Her little hands were exploring his
chest. "Hummmm, you feel wonderful." Drystan's cock had been rigid all night
watching his woman's smiles, her blushes, listening to her musical voice. "I want to
touch you," she murmured, trying to tug up his tunic top. Drystan gave a groan. He
wrapped his arms around her waist to lift her up into his arms. Loving the way she
felt there, he silently praised the gods for sending him his light, little Jane. He had to
get out of the halls, out of view of any others who might pass by.
"Then we best return to our chambers with haste, lest I lose my control and take you
right here, my love." Giggling again, she lifted her head, pressing her lips to his neck,
trailing little kisses along his throat. Drystan groaned again when her hot, wet tongue
flicked across his skin. His whole body was on fire for her. Damn, she was sweeter
than the wine they had drunk, more intoxicating, more addictive than any taste he
had ever known. He quickly walked the corridors, his cock straining to be free of his
turrets. He almost came on the spot when the little vixen bit down on the juncture
between his neck and shoulders.
"By the gods, Jane!" he gasped. Drystan ran the last few yards to the chamber door;
it crashed against the wall as he forcefully kicked it open then slammed it shut the
same way. She was laughing as he tossed her onto the bed, stretching her arms
above her head like a languid cat. She gave him a seductive grin. One he had seen
before, the first time he had kissed her in the Forest. Drystan made a mental note he
would one day return there with her to ravage her on his furs. But for now his
desperate need for his woman's luscious body was more pressing. Tugging off his
boots and shirt, he cursed under his breath. It was taking too long. Jane sat up,
slipping her turquoise dress down over her creamy shoulder. He stripped off his
turrets. His cock felt like an iron bar as it swung free. Drystan leapt back onto the
bed, entwining his finger into the fabric Jane wore.
"Too many clothes, Blue-fire," he growled. Jane gasped as yanked, ripping the
material in two, revealing her creamy ripe, round breasts. Her nipples were drawn
into hard little dusty pink nubs. "So beautiful," he breathed. Her giggling ceased and
her eyes sobered with deep blue pools of desire. Her hands reached out to run over
his chest. Drystan reveled in the feel of her hands on his skin. It was like liquid fire
running through his body. He pushed off the tattered remains of her dress, dipping
his head to her neck, tasting her skin. He sucked at the joint between her shoulder
and neck before sinking his teeth in just hard enough to mark her flesh. She
whimpered softly. Drystan knew he wouldn't last much longer. He also knew she
would still be sore from him taking her maidenhead earlier in the day. Healing
crystals would ease her tenderness, but Drystan did not have the control to go fetch
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