Page 77 of Infala: Bonded to the Enemy
“I suppose time will tell.”
“I suppose it will. Now, stop moping and come along to dinner. A full belly will do you good.”
“How can I say no?”
“You can’t,” she said with a laugh. “Now get up and come with me. This old woman needs to eat too, you know.”
He rose, dusted himself off, and locked his arm with hers as they strolled to dinner. “Thank you, Rohanna.”
“Think nothing of it. You’re a good man, Zepharos, and I am confident that one day, you will find your match.”
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Dinner was a festive gathering, though one that brought with it lingering gazes from pretty much everyone in the village. They ate in a large, communal setting, and having the massive Dohrag commander in their presence was quite the novelty once word of his and Shalia’s bond had spread throughout the populace.
He was no longer a threat, and was very likely an ally, and a formidable one at that. Adzus and his warriors passed by Valin and Shalia’s table to pay their regards and welcome him to their village. Seeing the warrior chief accept the Dohrag into their midst was the final thing needed to set everyone’s minds at ease. Even those with lingering doubts felt them melt away with the interaction.
For Valin, it was an opportunity to show another side of himself to his new hosts, and as he was already something of an anomaly among his own people, his ability to engage in cheerful discourse proved a delight to all who spoke with him.
But something was lingering below the surface, wanting desperately to erupt forth, and it was not any form of vile aggression, but rather something far more intimate. Intimate, yet primal.
He could feel Shalia’s eyes on him, her gaze nearly burning a hole in the side of his head. His Infala was all but screaming athim to take her here and now, societal norms be damned. It was all he could do to restrain himself, his erection carefully tucked up against his belly so it could be hidden beneath his clothes, though only just.
Shalia felt the same, her womanhood plump and engorged, pulsing with want every time she looked at him. Every time she got a whiff of his masculine scent. Her clit was positively buzzing with arousal, and she was so wet that she worried she might soak through her clothes despite the cloth napkin she’d covertly tucked into her panties just before they sat to dinner. It was all she could do to contain her wetness. She just hoped they would finish the meal quickly. She had far more interesting things to do with her mouth than eat.
They fed each other bites as the evening wore on, their gazes lingering on one another. Every damn thing was so erotic in their state of heightened arousal that it was almost overwhelming. The final bonding of their Infalas had left them feeling like humming tuning forks, each attuned to the other’s frequency.
When Farbal came to inform them their quarters were ready it took all their willpower not to jump up and run to the thick-walled hut.
“There is no rush. I can show you the way later if you wish to remain here a bit longer.”
“No, now is good!” Shalia blurted, up on her feet perhaps a little too eagerly.
She caught Rohanna’s amused look, as well as the woman’s approving nod, as if saying, “Go get some, girl.” And get some she would.
“Then, if you two would follow me, I will take you now. It is a little bit of a walk. Given your, um,situation, I thought you would appreciate a more remote and private residence.”
What Farbal meant was they would be fucking, and loudly at that. While Infala bonding was a celebrated and normal event, a modicum of privacy to fully let loose would help them enjoythemselves entirely without hesitation. It was a kind gesture, and one they were going to put to very good use.
“Thanks, that’s really sweet of you,” Shalia said, following her guide.
Valin quickly thanked their hosts and followed close, his hand gently sliding across her ass as they stepped out into the street. Shalia felt her legs go weak at his touch, her entire body on fire with arousal. She looked over her shoulder and saw he was very much in the same mindset. She hurried her pace, urging Farbal to walk quicker. If not, they might very well give in to the unbearable pressure and just start fucking up against one of the buildings.
Luckily, they made it, though only just.
“I’ll leave you to it, then,” their guide said upon opening the door. “Food will be left outside for you in the morning if you do not feel like leaving for breakfast.”
With that, Farbal turned and left. Clearly, these people knew what a new Infala bond meant, and they knew full well nobody would be leaving their bed for some time once the union was consummated.
Valin all but slammed the door, picking Shalia up in his arms in a flash, his heart pounding hard against her chest as he mashed his lips to hers. They kissed hard, tongues clashing like battling warriors fighting to the death. They couldn’t have each other fast enough. Valin lowered her onto the nearest table, knocking everything to the floor without a care. He dipped his fingers into her waistband and pulled. Shalia’s bottoms slipped down over her ass, stopping mid-thigh.
That was as far as they went.
The tip of Valin’s cock was already jutting free from his trousers, and with Shalia’s legs high over his shoulders, it rested perfectly against her begging folds. Pre-cum was leaking from him in a steady stream, blending with her own juices making the most amazing sensation-enhancing lubricant either had ever felt.
Was this what true Infala bonding did? There was more, they were about to discover.
Valin pushed his hips forward, his broad cock head pressing her labia apart and driving into her quivering hole. Shalia’s entire body began shaking, contracting around his length in a vigorous staccato, pulsing and pulling him deeper with every twitch.
