Meeting of the Six Kings Ch. 06

Still hovered over her, Ryan leaned down to kiss at her shoulder, along her collar bone and across her breast. Kissing around the edges of her nipple, he watched as it responded to his contact. He hovered over it, blowing softly on her skin. The cool sensation making it pucker just before he sucked it gently between his lips. His tongue swirled around it, making it increasingly sensitive as it hardened in his mouth.

He turned to his side, freeing his hand to stroke along her ribs and around the soft flesh of her breast. She felt so soft in his hand, easily molded and so responsive to his touch. His fingers traced her aureolas and tugged gently at her nipples. He watched as her expression betrayed the pleasure that coursed through her.

His head dipped again to take her breast in his mouth suckling at her. Her hands found his shoulder and his hair, grasping it as she arched her back against him. She felt the sensations of his touch and his tongue coursing through her whole body; that amazing feeling of her own desire igniting from within.

Catrine shifted so that she could tug at the waist of Ryan's sweatpants. Reaching below the waistband, seeking to free him from the confines of his pants. He was all too happy to assist her, lifting himself slightly and helping to slide them down, kicking them to the foot of the bed.

He laid back as Catrine began an eager exploration of his cock with her fingertips. She circled the very tip before reaching downward, stroking him from the bottom to the top and back again. She used both of her hands, alternating the pressure and giving him the most sensual massage. Her dedication to the task making him groan.

She could feel his pulse beneath her fingers, the sensation of him so alive and vital. She loved the feel of him in her hands. So hard and yet so soft at the same time. So demanding and yet so responsive to her strokes.

Suddenly curious, she wanted to touch him with more than just her fingers. She leaned down, stroking his cock against each of her cheeks, letting the tip of it brush softly against her lips.

Ryan's eyes fluttered open as he sat up to look at her in surprise.

"Catrine," he began, remembering their last time together. Wanting to reassure her that she didn't need to do anything that made her feel uncomfortable.

Her voice was breathy as she looked up at him, barely able to speak her answer. "I want to taste you," she said as her lustful eyes met his.

She leaned down again, giving him one long lick from root to tip, her eyes never leaving his. She felt his hips almost buck off the bed as it creaked loudly in protest. She couldn't help a small smile as she relished the powerful feeling of being able to provoke such a strong response from him.

She licked gently along the tip, the taste of the small bead of liquid mingling with his familiar smell and the feel of his hands deliciously caressing her hair. The feeling of it all confirming for her that she was indeed enjoying this. She enjoyed it very much.

She leaned down and took him deeply into her throat. The first aspects of her training making an appearance in their love making. She hummed quietly, tightening her lips around him each time she bottomed out against his balls. She swallowed him down and massaged him deeply with her cheeks and the muscles of her throat. She could do all of it without making the slightest contact with her teeth; that rule deeply enforced and engrained in her.

She repeated the motions with a fluidity that connected each stroke, suck and lick into a single, fluid motion. Ryan had never felt anything like it. The muscles of his ass squeezing together tightly together as he fought to retain any sense of his quickly diminishing control. He was lost in the sensations that she created.

He cried her name as though he were suffering and she glanced up to see him clearly struggling against his need to cum. The sound of her name on his lips traveling straight to her core, making her internal muscles clench sharply.

Catrine realized that something unusual was happening to her too. She could feel that she was wet. Very wet. Her attention to Ryan not only pleasing him, but stimulating her own powerful need. She liked provoking this response in him. She liked being the source of his arousal, knowing that she could also deliver the cure.

Returning to her work, she took him again deeply into her mouth, using her hands to massage his balls, squeezing them gently. She made tiny circles with her fingertips against the smooth place between his ass and his sack, the sensation of it working Ryan into a frenzy.

She sustained her pace as she felt him tip over the edge, losing control. She pulled her mouth upwards, not certain she was ready to swallow him. Instead, she held him tightly in her hands, milking his release as he came on her breasts and her tummy.

His breathing was still ragged as she leaned forward to plant a wet kiss on his lips. He wrapped her up in his arms, their bodies slippery with sweat and the remnants of his release. He rolled their tangle limbs over so that Catrine was laying beneath him as he stared at her.

"Sweet, sweet, girl." He said with reverence, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Thank you so much."

A smile spread across her face as she realized how much he had enjoyed their act. It pleased her so much to please him; a gift they could share.

"Now, if you don't mind," he said playfully as he ran his fingertips down her body stopping just below her belly button, drawing slow shapes across her pelvis, "I'd like to return the favor."

Catrine closed her eyes but her expression revealed her excitement to him. Her body already hummed with the anticipation of his touch. The places he had just stroked tingled as though she could still feel him there. Her core burned with the need for more contact with him.

"Ryan. Please..." she pleaded. The sound of her voice making his cock twitch again. She was his and he intended to leave her thoroughly satisfied.

He watched his fingers as they danced across her tummy and over her hips, the site of her sweet bare pussy making him hard. Her hips rolled gently beneath his palm encouraging contact as he heard her release a soft little moan. He loved touching her there, feeling her responsiveness.

He cupped her intimately, allowing one finger to make a solitary, slow stroke along her bare slit, starting at the bottom and moving all the way to the very tip of her clit. A shudder wracked her body and like an electrical current, it traveled through Ryan making him breathless.

She was wet. So deliciously soaking wet. The feel of it at once making Ryan groan and press more insistently against her, needing more. Needing to deepen his exploration. He had never experienced anything sweeter than the sensation of her.

With two fingers, he sought to open her further to his touch, pulling gently at her clit, letting it slip between his fingers before sliding down again to hold her firmly in his palm.

He laid on his side so he could watch as he stoked her pleasure. Using first one and then two fingers, he pushed against her until he was pressed deeply inside of her. Once there, he pressed his thumb against her clit, keeping the other fingers firmly entrenched in her body, stimulating her in both places to coax her soft cries.

"Did you like making me come with your hands and lips?" He whispered to her. His words punctuated by the pressure of his fingers. His voice heavy with the heat of his own desire.

Catrine threw her head back, biting her lip and shaking her head vigorously in agreement as he continued to increase the pressure of his hand. His thumb worked in slow circles and her hips mirrored the motions, trying to match his rhythm.

She was rocked by the sensations that were just building and building inside of her until she felt like she would burst from the pressure. With each press of his fingers she was surprised by the new burst of intensity, pushing her higher and making her crazed with need.

"Mmm..." He moaned watching her writhe beside him. "You are so beautiful. You feel so good. So soft and so tight. Incredible"

Her breathing was erratic as she lost herself to the rhythm of his movements and the sound of his voice. Her attention given over entirely to the place where their bodies connected. He pushed against her deeper and harder, with more insistence than he had before.

Catrine arched her back, pushing against him.

Needing him. More of him. All of him.

He pulled his hands back, spreading her legs gently as he climbed up her body and hovered over her. Resting his weight on his elbows, he lined himself up with her entrance and stared into her eyes.

She felt him pushing himself slowly inside of her. The urgency of her own need making her impatient. She squeezed her arms around his body and pressed her hips forward seeking him deeper and faster than he would allow.

She let out a moan as she finally felt the satisfaction of his cock nestled deep inside of her. He stilled for only a moment, relishing the feeling of their bodies joined together so intimately. Groaning at the exquisite feel of her enveloping him.

Soon though, he began rocking his hips gently but deeply, nudging against her womb and encouraging her body to flex and bend to his will. Her inner muscles clenched around him, clasping his cock and locking him inside of her. With a slight tilt of her body, she positioned herself so that each of his movements rubbed roughly against her g-spot, the vibration radiating through her whole body.

His lips locked against hers in a rough kiss as they both moaned into each other's mouths. His limbs searched to pull her more tightly against him as they soon gave themselves over to the rawness of their passion and the simplicity of their need.

Ryan increased his speed, thrusting into her with abandon, rubbing against her clit as he pushed and pulled against her. His relentless rhythm matched by the frenzied movement of her hips. The bed squeaking loudly as it slammed up against the wall.

Catrine was hardly holding on. A thin sheen of sweat coated her body as the tension inside of her wound up impossibly tight. She could think of nothing but the intensity of her passion as it overtook all of her senses; The feelings so delicious and so overpowering they consumed her.

He pressed his lips against her ear and she heard him whispering to her between short gasps, "My love. My sweetest girl. Come for me."

Already overwound, Catrine's body tightened again at the sound of Ryan's words before exploding with a powerful blast. She screamed with the suddenness of her profound and powerful release.

It was as though her orgasm liberated whole parts of herself; setting her free from her history, her struggles, her soul. The feeling of it suddenly opening vast spaces for more: More happiness. More adventure. More love.

Feeling the sensation of Catrine's orgasm rippling around him, Ryan could only thrust once more before his own climax overtook him. He came with the her name on his lips, speaking the most magical and delicious word he knew.

Their movement finally stilled as their breathing slowed. Catrine felt comforted by the weight of his body still pressed tightly against her as he balanced above her.

"Do you think we're going to go crashing through the floor?" She said with a smile as the bed gave another loud protest.

Laughing, Ryan kissed her lashes, her sweaty forehead, and the tip of her nose, still enjoying the luxury of being intertwined with her.

Eventually, he withdrew from her, wrapping them both tightly in the covers and telling her stories until they both drifted off to sleep.

——

A few hours later, Catrine awoke not from a nightmare but from the suspicion that she was alone in bed. Over the past few days, she had grown accustomed to the comfort of having him beside her. Her subconscious seemed to notice immediately when he was not there.

Wrapping herself in a blanket, she slipped from the bed and walked through the house looking for him. He was standing on the back porch, staring across the lake as the first light of morning unveiled the splendor of their surroundings.

She walked towards him, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts. But as soon as he realized she was close, he reached over and pulled her in front of him, wrapping the blanket tighter around her arms to stave off the chilly morning air, keeping her tightly in his embrace. Leaning forward, he kissed the still tender flesh on the shoulder which bore her new tattoo.

They stood together in silence as they watched the sun appear on the horizon. A sense of their powerful connection amplifying the beauty of the new day.

Pressing his lips to her ear, he whispered conspiratorially,

"You are my everything. You are only mine."

——

One Year Later

Catrine looked thoughtfully out the window of the small office that served as the home base for Ryan's management team. The first signs of fall reminding her that nearly a year had passed since they first arrived to these mountains.

Most days she didn't even think about her former life. In fact, she found that most of the time she was too busy to think about much more than the daunting project that they had embarked on. Well, she admitted to herself, that and her deep love for Ryan.

He had set out to build a dam, harnessing the power of the river to create a new major source of electricity for the Capital. But, as he had explained to her excitedly as they sat in front of the cabin's fireplace each night, he was determined to do it in a way that would have almost no interruption to the surrounding ecosystem. A practical engineering solution where technology and ecology could coexist.

Shortly after they had settled into the cabin, Ryan was joined by the members of his support team, constructing their own make-shift town at the base of the valley. They set out together on long hikes to survey the area and construct plans. Huge convoys had made their way south carrying the first set of supplies and paving the way for them to begin work.

Not wanting to be isolated in the cabin, Catrine joined Ryan at the worksite and quickly found ways to make herself useful. While Ryan focused on the technical aspects of the project, Catrine saw to the well being of his team.

She made sure that new staff always felt welcomed to their little hideaway. That the food and supply orders were always coordinated and shipped on time. She was quick to give a smile and the first to laugh at a new joke. She made friends easily and was adored by the whole community.

Nobody else knew anything about her background and neither she nor Ryan made any mention of it. It was exactly the kind of fresh start she needed. The fresh air, the open land, and new beginning giving her the freedom to move, think, explore, and just be.

Ryan watched her blossom. Each day, he felt like she grew more accustomed to their life together. And, each day, he fell more deeply in love with her.

He hadn't realized how much she had missed out on during the war until she asked him to be her teacher. From building a fire to using the computer to his personal favorite - teaching her how to drive their car - he loved her thrilled expression was he was able to expand her horizons.

Each evening, they would return to their cabin and curl up together on the couch, basking in their simple happiness. Even on the darkest winter days, they would cocoon themselves under layers of heavy blankets, tucked away in their creaky bed, making love until dawn.

While both thought about the Six Kings from time to time, the world of the Capital was a world away from them. Even the major news headlines seemed to reach them only peripherally, mentioned in passing by a convoy driver or discussed briefly over a morning cup of coffee before everyone set out to work.

So, it surprised everyone when Ryan received an emergency call on the satellite phone with news from the Capital. Following his conversation, he assembled his team to share the news. He spoke to the whole group, but his eyes never left Catrine's as he relayed the message.

"Over the past few days, there has been a significant coup d'etat in the Capital. While no one yet knows the final outcome of the swift change of power, it's clear that where there were once six Kings, there is now only one."

A chorus of voices all began speaking at once. Ryan raised his hand, waiting for everyone to settle down.

"As of now, there have been no changes to our instructions. I believe we should continue as planned until, or unless, we hear otherwise. I'll let you know as I receive additional information from headquarters."

After fielding a few more questions for which he had no answers, Ryan quickly dismissed everyone for the evening. Waiting until the door closed behind the last person, he rushed over and took Catrine in his arms.

"What will this mean?" Catrine said against Ryan's chest. He could feel her shaking in his arms.

"Nothing." He answered reassuringly. "No matter which king still sits his throne, a dam project in the southern territories is not likely going to make the top of his priority list any time soon."

He kissed her forehead and held out his hand to hers.

"Come." He said with a smile, "You need to drive me home."

— —

For three more weeks the new government had remained shrouded in secrecy and the remaining king had not yet revealed himself to the people. Rumors and theories ran rampant about what exactly had happened and Ryan couldn't help but feel a nagging anxiety about all of it.

Still, their work progressed as planned and everyone quickly settled back into their usual routines. Ryan's boss had received reassurances that their project would continue as planned. Before long, the expansiveness of their work and the isolation of their community pushed the political news out of their minds.

Then, late one afternoon, Catrine spotted a trio of cars making their way down into the valley. Each was an identical SUV with tinted windows and an imposing frame. She knew immediately that its passengers were arriving on some form of official business which would undoubtedly interrupt their peaceful existence.

Ryan and most of his team were out at the dam site and she wasn't expecting him home until after dark. She smoothed her hair and straightened her clothes. Then, with all the confidence she could muster, she walked down the driveway to prepare to greet the guests.

She watched a group of men as they exited the cars, but remained rooted to her place. She didn't recognize anyone as they began walking towards her. But then, making eye contact with one of them, she realized she was staring at King Hall himself.

"Your Grace," she began, the surprise evident in her tone. Her initial instinct was to sink to her knees before him. But, she realized that as the only person around, she needed to play the role of official greeter and not rely on the remnants of her training. She gave him a low bow before turning to greet the others who had gathered.

"Welcome to Baker Lake," she said cordially. "I'm so sorry to say that we weren't expecting you. I'm sure you tried to reach us, but communications up here are very sporadic."

"I'm afraid that the team is up at the site this afternoon," she trailed off, as though apologizing for the paltry welcome party she made. "But I'd be happy to show you up to the cabin and you may wait there for Ry...Master Ryan...to return." She bit her lip realizing that she had already managed to slip up within the first moments of her introduction.

Hall stepped forward to address her directly. "Thank you, Catrine," he began. Her stomach doing knots as she realized that he had not only recognized her but knew her by name. "If it's not too much of a bother, would you mind showing us around a bit? That way, we'll already have a sense of the place by the time Mr. Pierce arrives."