Nuë and the Djinn Ch. 08 - End

He began smacking her bottom, hard smacks, Nuë struggling, so slippery between her legs now. "No, Mihel! That hurts, don't. Don't do that anymore...," she said, going on, her butt hot and aching and stinging.

Her begging was cut off abruptly as the smacks stopped and his hand came back, touching between her legs. She grunted lightly, moving her hips, sensitive. His hand came across her mouth again and she felt him at her entrance. She began to struggle again, bucking and jutting and jerking as he entered her like he did, slow and relentless and so big, filling her. She cried out with pleasure behind his hand.

He began thrusting, the angle just what she wanted. She went still to feel it. His hand released her mouth, Nuë not noticing as he came up on his arms, planted on either side of her, and began thrusting deep.

"Yes, Mihel," she breathed, her butt still in the air, her back arched, holding on to the covers. "More, don't stop."

She wasn't aware that she was still talking as he continued thrusting, his hands taking her hips and pulling her to himself, his thrusts going on until she thought she would go mad with need.

He began grunting with every thrust. His hand came around and under her where she was spread open, his fingers covered in her slick, small pinches and slaps between her legs, pain and such pleasure.

She cried out helplessly, unable to move as he drove into her, the tugs so good, her sex clutching, spasms around him. He reached for her in that other world.

Images came to her mind, violent, all of them making her so needy. She wasn't even sure if they were Mihel's thoughts or her own. She wanted all of it. Her pleasure was cresting, body-pleasure and the lust for each other in their spirits. When it came, it was too much for her, his cries of pleasure as helpless.

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Mihel dropped the flap to his pack, fastening the strap. Vassi stood in front of his residence as the stable hand brought their horses. They had given Vassi eight thousand dirnai. Vassi had the balance of what they had left for Nuë's care if they didn't come back in a bag in his hand, waiting to give it to them.

Luta had spent the day with Vassi, going around the market and telling him which people told him the truth, which lies, and Vassi was so pleased that he kept laughing to himself for no reason.

Nuë bent and brought something from her bags, which were gathered and ready to go on the pack horse. Mihel craned his neck to see. It was an exquisite Sidean tapestry with horses and birds.

To Mihel's surprise, she walked and put it into Vassi's arms, who also looked surprised and then very pleased, taking it. Then she threw her arms around him and Vassi laughed, the tapestry crushed between them, engulfing her whole frame in an embrace and lifting her, setting her down again.

Luta had stopped to watch, looking on with the same incredulous expression on his face that Mihel felt on his own.

"Thank you, Vassi," Nuë said when she emerged. "Thank you for defending me and protecting me. Thank you for making me feel welcome and safe. Thank you for making me laugh. Thank you for helping me to wait without despairing. Thank you for offering me a home when I didn't have one."

Vassi was beaming. "I get to see you dance. We will miss you here, your singing voice, you are so light. You will come and see me if you ever travel this way."

"I will come here again to see you," Nuë promised.

Mihel made a face, Luta looking at him, smug. Mihel looked away, releasing his breath. When Nuë stepped back, Mihel walked up to Vassi, who made to hand him the ten thousand dirnai, his eyes a little wary. Mihel waved his hand. "You keep the dirnai, Vassi."

"The ten thousand dirnai, Ciel?" Vassi said, looking even more wary. "You're giving it to me? For what?"

"Nuë likes you very much. She doesn't like those who aren't deserving. You were good to her. I was wrong. Take it, with my thanks."

Vassi's whole face broke into a huge grin and he laughed a booming laugh, smacking Mihel on the shoulder as he pocketed the money. "We are friends at last, you great big threat!" he cried. "No man should have such luck as to call the gold beauty his wife. You maybe go kill some of Palite tribe, those Sidean cocks. She almost makes me want to marry again, but not really."

Mihel heard Nuë laugh behind him.

The huge southern Mishtë exited the residence. The warrior marched straight up to Nuë, towering over her, and offered her a knife. Nuë took it slowly, Mihel craning a little to see, Luta coming to his side and doing the same.

"Thank you, Bello," Nuë said, looking up at him, smiling like sunlight, her eyes shining.

The huge Mishtë nodded once. "Fierce woman," the man said in the language of the Sideans. "Good wife."

Bello turned and met Mihel's eyes for a long moment and went back in. Vassi raised his arms in the doorway as Nuë mounted her horse. "Don't be strangers to me," he cried.

Nuë turned and waved until they were through the tunnel and she couldn't see him anymore. Then she waved at the guards on the walls, who waved back.

"Goodbye, pretty Nuë!" one of them called down, nothing she would understand.

Luta leaned in. "She doesn't change, brother. Everywhere she goes."

"I know," Mihel said as quietly.

"I can believe she got a Mishtë knife," Luta said.

"I know," Mihel said.

"Do you remember when that Kole tribesman gave Cao a jewel the size of my eyeball?"

"Yes," Mihel said.

Nuë came trotting up on her horse, her cheeks flushed, looking pleased.

Mihel turned to her. "What's this about Palite tribe?"

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Nuë looked back, glaring at Luta. She wanted to stab him.

"I already told you about the prairie grasses, Mihel," Luta went on happily, "but there was the one when she was in the saddle--"

"Can't you stop him!" Nuë cried to Mihel. "Do you have no control over him?"

"Violence," Mihel answered, shrugging. "But I have to catch him first."

"Did I forget anything, Nuë?" Luta said.

"You forgot about the part where you told me Mihel was having sex with other women," Nuë said fiercely.

"I did not say that," Luta said.

"I'm not lying, am I?"

"I didn't say that to her, brother," Luta said to Mihel, who had turned to look at him, Mihel's eyes narrowing. "We were just trying to figure out what was happening to her and I suggested the possibility that you were in the sorcerer's body fucking other women. I told her there was a difference. I was very clear. And she knows you were having sex with her, because I had to watch while she was pleasured by you over and over."

Nuë's face was blazing with heat. "At least mine was not brought back to the fire where you were forced to watch from the edge of it," she accused.

"What?" Mihel said, turning to Luta.

Luta scoffed. "Like I forced her to watch. She's a pervert. She wouldn't have been safe too far away." Mihel was still looking at him. Luta sat forward on his horse, his face grim, his finger coming up, waggling at his brother. "No. No, you listen to me, Mihel. I was a good brother. It was a long time on the road. Your incora is just as beautiful this time as the others, very sexual. And I told you what would happen, day or night with her pleasure, with those...and her--Look at her," he said, gesturing at her. "It was necessary."

Mihel thought about that and broke his gaze, nodded a little to himself, seeming to find this reasonable.

Nuë stared at Mihel and then at Luta. "You told me not to worry," she said to Luta. "You told me that you wouldn't want to feel your brother's spirit with your pl--to feel that," she amended.

Luta scoffed again. "It's not my fault you can't hear lies. I don't join spirits with a woman unless she's my incora. I don't have an incora. I don't think I want one ever. Look what you've done to my brother."

Mihel seemed to find this even more reasonable, nodding to himself slightly again, Nuë staring at him, her mouth open. Mihel shrugged at her a little.

"You're right," Nuë said, turning to Luta. "And Mihel should be grateful. Traveling with you was very instructive, Luta. Thanks to you, I know exactly what to do with my mouth."

"I'm going to kill you," Mihel said, Luta disappearing off the back of the horse, Mihel disappearing, both the horses walking on.

Nuë craned her neck, the brothers disappearing and reappearing ahead. She sighed and got off her horse, capturing the leads of the other two, waiting.

Mihel returned, breathing hard. He approached her, grabbing the hair on the back of her head, pulling until she was looking up, getting over her, his mouth slowly smiling. She was caught, unable to move, his eyes dropping to her breasts. He reached and cupped one over her shirt, squeezing her nipple.

"Did you kill him?" she said, not moving.

"I have to catch him first," Mihel said without looking up, moving to her other nipple. "He knows this, but if I wait, he'll become reckless. He can't help himself. He never could. Then I'll kill him."

"You're lying. You're not going to kill him."

"I can hurt him, though," Mihel breathed. His eyes flashed up, looking into hers. "So, this instruction you received."

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"Luta," Mihel said low, putting his foot on his brother's shoulder and shoving.

Luta barely avoided going facedown into the dirt. He woke with a start, recovering. "Don't, Mihel."

"Shut up, stupid. Don't be loud. Come here."

"Where, brother?" Luta said, looking around the camp.

"Don't make me hurt you right now," Mihel said quietly, leaning in, his lip curling.

Luta made a face and sat up, Mihel immediately turning to go back to his bed across the fire. He gestured to his brother. He motioned to Nuë, lifting her blanket.

"I don't want to have sex with her," Luta said, refusing.

"No, Luta," Mihel said, impatient, taking four steps and grabbing his brother's shirt, hauling him up and dragging him to Nuë. She was asleep still. Mihel released his brother and squatted, lifting the blanket again, lifting her shirt very slowly, pulling her pants down a little.

Luta looked at her and his brows went up. He squatted and looked closer.

"You see it?" Mihel whispered. "Is it what I think it is? I swear that I felt it, Luta. I swear I felt her spirit arrive."

Luta reached out, wonder in his face, touching the glowing spot showing through the skin of Nuë's belly. They both shifted into the spirit world, both of them seeing the tiny, steadily burning blue light. Luta's light went out to it, gentle, caressing, the light pulsing briefly. Nuë's light was wrapped around it as surely as her body was.

"The little one is so beautiful," Luta breathed.

"Look at her, so bright like her mother," Mihel agreed. "There hasn't been a female ifrit born in nine hundred years."

"Maybe that's why it was so difficult," Luta said, nodding. "That was why it took so long. The little one was waiting for the right time."

"That's what I was thinking, too," Mihel said, both of them falling silent, gazing again, enrapt.

"Can you read her true name yet?" Luta said.

Mihel nodded slowly, smiling. "She is Cassia."

"Welcome, Cassia," Luta said softly, delighted.

Both of them shifted back into the world at the same moment. They gazed some more, both with small smiles. Nuë woke. Her eyes shifted down to Luta's hand on her belly, to Luta's face, his eyes on her belly, then to Mihel's hand holding open the blanket, his eyes also on her belly. She looked down at her stomach and back at them. They didn't move.

She scrambled away, coming up on her knees and then standing up, pulling her shirt down. Neither of them moved, looking up at her. She backed away, stopping. "What are you doing, you perverts?" she said. "Did you eat bad food? Are you drunk?"

Mihel stood up slowly, smiling wider. Her eyes shifted. Luta was also smiling, also looking at her.

Her eyes shifted between them. "Is this a bad dream?" she said to herself.

They both shook their heads, still smiling.

"Stop doing that!" she cried.

End

Hey, everyone. Whenever I post on this site, I learn something. This time around definitely taught me that I should communicate better, and from now on I promise not to surprise you. I can be a little slow with these things.

Thanks for checking out the story. I know it was a little different. Sometimes you see something and you go with it. I liked how, because of the framework, I was able to extend the non-con scenes. Writing is a learning curve that just keeps going.

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