Page 51 of Veiled Flames
I set it inside the tent to steep and also bring in her clothing. Rosomon leans forward on the cot, in eager anticipation.
“One more moment, ma chérie.” Heading back around the tent, I throw out the used basin of water and refill it, carrying it carefully inside. Normally, I wouldn’t bring a basin of water inside my tent but can’t bear the thought of asking her to face the cold air, and I won’t allow her to dress while sticky with my seed.
“Oh, how nice.” She rises as I carry in the basin of water.
“Come.” I beckon her to the center of the tent, and then slowly bathe the evidence of my eruption from her belly and chest. And then, after rinsing the sponge, I wash her inner thighs and the hair surrounding her cleft. Doing so makes me want to kiss her there. To show her another way I can give her great pleasure. But since she’s coming to camp—inevitable at this point—I’ll have other opportunities to introduce her to oral pleasures.
“Let me help you dress,” I say as I finish washing her. Then, I quickly wipe the juices off my cock.
“Are we done?” she asks, clear disappointment in her voice.
“For tonight, yes.” I nod, trying to convince myself, as much as her. “We will arrive at camp tomorrow. But it’s a long trip, so we should both get some sleep.”
“Tomorrow?” Her eyes widen.
I pick up the cloth that was binding her chest. “Yes. Before sundown, if we are lucky.”
She helps as I wrap the cloth around her. “It needs to be tighter.”
I let her direct the tightness, worried that I’ll hurt her.
Only one more day, I tell myself. She’ll only need this cruel binding for one more day. Once we’re at camp, I see little reason for her to keep up this ruse that she is a boy.
I’m still shocked that Prince Tynan hasn’t recognized her, or if he has, that he hasn’t exposed her. He’s the main reason I let her continue her ruse, fearing he’d drag her back to his grandfather. At camp, I’ll talk with him. Reason with him. Make whatever deal is necessary to ensure he does nothing that would hasten her return.
The young prince was cruelly raised, but I’ve seen goodness deep inside Tynan. I have to believe that he’ll see reason, that he won’t send her back to face beatings, rape, and an early death.
When her bosom is wrapped, I tie a tight knot. “There.”
She reaches up on her toes to kiss my smile. “Before I dress, can we do it one more time?” She reaches under my chemise.
I catch her hand before it finds my semi-hard rod. “Not tonight, ma chérie. You must dress and then drink your tea.”
I help her put on her clothes, and she sits on the cot as I pour a portion of steeped tea into a cup. “Drink it all,” I tell her.
“If your seed did take root,” she says, “what would sprout?”
Her question is asked so calmly, so innocently, that I almost don’t want to tell her.
“A child.”
She chokes on her tea, and her eyes rise to meet mine, filled with alarm.
I sit beside her, and she keeps her gaze fixed on me as she takes another long drink of the tea, making a face at its bitter taste, but clearly more eager to drink it now.
“That is how babes are made,” I say simply.
“Does it happeneverytime?” she asks. “What if this tea doesn’t work? I don’t want a babe.” She drinks more of the tea, then looks down. “My mother died giving birth to my brothers.”
I slide my hand over her shoulders, and she leans into me. “I know. I’m very sorry. And to answer your question, no, it doesn’t happen every time. It’s difficult to predict when a seed will root. But this tea almost always prevents it.”
“Almostalways?” She looks into my eyes, fear clouding her beauty.
“Don’t fret.” I kiss her forehead. “Drink your tea. Drink the whole pot, and no seed will take root.”
She drains her cup and then holds it out so I can pour the last of the pot. Steam rises from the tea’s surface as she brings it up to her lips.
“What will happen when we get to camp?” she asks after drinking a good amount of hot tea.
