Page 63 of Nixx
His comment makes me growl immediately and his mocking smile informs me better than anything that this was the intent. Playing along with him, I confirm:
“Yes, of course, I couldn't risk the great pizza and quiche specialist deserting our Bastion to join another one! A good chef knows how to sacrifice himself for the happiness of his people!’’
“Of course, you’re a great leader, that is a fact. You will note, however, that Lokk or I could have made this noble sacrifice in your place, for a similar result.”
Now my sense of humor is already exhausted. His remark makes me growl again. To his great satisfaction.
“Nixx, you say that Sarah has earned the loyalty of the Eastern, Southern, and Middle Lands. But you forget about our Bastion. Your men will be loyal to her, don't doubt it for a moment. She has earned the trust of all. And of course, Lokk and I will do anything for her. You know you can always count on us.”
“I know that and I thank you for it.”
Liamm informs us that the ceremony is ready to start. The sun will soon set and the pyres are ready.
I hesitate to wake Sarah but keeping her out of my sight seems beyond my strength at the moment.
I place a soft kiss on her forehead and whisper to her.
“Kitten, wake up. We must attend the ceremony for our dead.”
She wakes up slowly and stretches, before remembering everything that happened before. She quickly washes her face, all crumpled from crying and follows me.
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After the ceremony, a big banquet was prepared under a big tent. It is mainly big fruit salads and cereals cooked in coconut milk that are proposed. Everyone exchanges anecdotes about the deceased. Those on the prowess of chief Amill are the most numerous.
Outside, like almost every night, a downpour has started. I watch my companion laughing at something Polly and Dall say. She is extraordinary. She still feels joy, despite this catastrophic day. She radiates goodness and kindness.
I devour her with my eyes. I examine her face, scrutinizing every reaction.
Suddenly, she meets my eyes and her laughter dies in her mouth. I now have her full attention. Good.
A smile slowly appears on my face as Polly and Dall quietly slip away without Sarah even noticing. As I slowly part my lips, her fiery gaze dives into my mouth.
I stand up and slowly approach her, completely frozen. Her breath is short. I stretch out my arm and draw her to me, until my mouth takes possession of hers. A long shiver goes up along her arms. Moving my hand up to her neck, I bend her head and deepen the kiss. My smell of union envelops us.
I rock her in my arms and leave the tent with two powerful wingbeats.
Outside, the rain is in full swing. I drop my companion on a smooth and high rock a few steps away. We are soaked. She is beautiful.
She sits up slightly on her elbows, questioning me with her eyes. The truth is, I don't think anyone will hang around outside and bother us, given the late hour and the rain.
And right now, I don't even care if anyone sees us. Let them all know that Sarah is mine!
I seize her wrists and imprison them above her head. And I sprinkle my Companion with kisses, on the neck, on the nose, on the chest, while going up her tunic. I am of the tongue, the rain which runs down on her sublime body. She moans and twists. Her eyes beg me.
I finally take possession of this wonderful woman who is mine. A languorous and sensual embrace. The sight of her half-naked goddess body blurs my mind. As an inescapable reflex rises in me, I lean over her and put my mouth at the birth of her neck and sink my teeth on her mark. My mark. And we both fall for a long time in sweet agony.
Sarah
