The battle ended, and as Broni had stated, no one was left standing. Rhys felt a deep sadness at the men lying before him. After Broni gripped his hand, returning him to his room, she moved away from him, never touching him longer than it took to move from one place to another. It was dark outside and the room was softly lit with candlelight.
“I need a shower, will you join me?”
Broni looked at him in surprise. Rhys never wanted intimacy between them out of the bed, so hesitantly, she agreed.
They disrobed before going to the bathroom, which was the epitome of decadence. The shower was made of marble and the water rained down from the ceiling like a small waterfall. Broni took the soap and lathered herself, unsure of what to do, having never showered with a man before. Rhys took her hand with the soap, moving it where he wanted. Her hands were guided over his large chest then downward toward his hips. The soap fell to the floor of the shower as he slid her hand over his slick flesh toward his protruding cock. He braced his arm on the wallabove her head at her gentle touch.
“Harder.”
Broni took his slippery cock in her hand, beginning a rhythmic stroking that had him thrusting his hips forward, giving him the friction he needed. After a while, Broni removed her hands, letting the falling water remove the soap. When he was clean, she dropped to her knees, taking him deep in her mouth. Her tongue curled underneath the broad head, sucking strongly as he began a fierce rhythm that took him to the back of her throat.
Broni gripped his balls in her hand, applying a delicate pressure, and when she swallowed on the head of his cock buried in her throat, he came. Broni delicately used her tongue to tease him as he slid from her warm mouth. Her body was on fire. Sucking on his cock had aroused her; she’d enjoyed it as much as he had.
Rhys dried them off before taking her arm and leading her to his bed, but before she could climb onto the bed, he stopped her. He put a hand on her back and pushed her downward until she lay bent over the bed with her feet barely touching the floor. Broni felt Rhys’s thigh part her legs, his cock sliding deep within her wet pussy. She was ready for him, but it was still tight with no foreplay. A small scream escaped her at his hard entry.
Not giving her time to recover, he began to thrust deep within her. Broni felt the strength of his thrusts and began to quiver with an impending orgasm. Rhys thrust faster, driving them both toward a climax.
After Rhys’s cock slid from her, she turned to leave, yet his hands circled her waist, lifting her onto the bed.
“My hair will get the pillow wet.”
“It will dry.”
Rhys’s hands roamed her still water slickened flesh. Taking a nipple between his lips, he was just beginning to play with it when Broni stiffened with a gasp.
“Get dressed.”
She was being called and was expected to obey immediately. Hurriedly, they dressed in silence. When their shoes were on, Broni grasped Rhys’s hand. The call was becoming more urgent. She was usually called by Fate, but this summons wasfrom Mother herself.
“Prepare yourself,” she warned.
* * *
Zandra woke up coughing. Her frightened eyes couldn’t see anything in the darkness, and the overwhelming smell of smoke was making it hard to breathe.
The kitten jumped on her bed, frightening her even more as it mewed helplessly. Zandra slowly reached out to stroke it, wanting to soothe the only friend she had.
“Mommy? Daddy?” Her scratchy voice first came out as a small whisper, almost as though she was afraid of drawing their anger as the smoke filled her room. They would be mad and punish her if she woke them, but her fear of not breathing overruled her fear of them.
Her voice rose in volume. “Mommy? Daddy?”
The small house was already engulfed in flames when Broni and Rhys arrived. With a glance, they took in the gasping couple catching theirbreath on the grass, making no attempt to save their daughter within the inferno taking over their home.
Broni looked at the husband and wife, wanting to slap them silly for the indifference they were showing while the tiny child’s screams could be heard over the night air above the crackling and hissing of the flames.
Broni knew exactly where the child was, and while still holding Rhys’s hand, she transported them there in an instant. The child had stopped screaming; whimpers now were the only sound to escape her lips. Broni could not touch the child, yet she could give her the knowledge of how to escape and that time was slowly drawing to a close. If the child didn’t get out soon, she would die.
“Zandra, get off the bed and slowly crawl toward me.”
The little girl didn’t move.
“Zandra!”
Still no movement. The little girl didn’t even turn her head to acknowledge Broni’s presence.
“Rhys, she can’t hear me. I don’t understand.” Broni turned to him frantically. She had been called to save the child, yet she was powerless to do so.
Rhys’s voice boomed out, startling Broni with its intensity. “Zandra!”