Page 61 of Infala: The Bonding Games
“You think so?”
“Yes. To put us in our place, so to speak. The remainder of the games will not be easy.”
“Well, then, I guess we will need to strategize.”
“That we will.”
“Over breakfast?” she asked, slipping close to him, rubbing her body against his, eliciting quite a favorable response despite the number of rounds they’d already enjoyed.
He leaned down and kissed her gently, cupping her ass as he held her close. “I think that would be delightful.”
Amazingly, he did not push the matter despite her clear willingness. There would be plenty of time for that later, and shehad actually brought up a very important point. From now on they would have to be extra strategic in everything they did, and that would require a lot of preparation. Prep that would start today.
Dorrin may have held back from a replay of the many delightful things they’d done to one another all morning, but that didn’t stop his hungry hands from lingering on her sensitive skin, stroking her breasts, flanks, and ass with clear relish as he helped dry her off. Of course, Ziana was a grown-ass woman and could dry and dress herself, but she wasn’t about to stop him. In fact, she had her own fun, making sure his cock was extra dry thanks to a long time spent drying his shaft.
Theyalmostdidn’t make it out of the shower, but once their clothes were on it was a bit easier to keep from being too distracted. And once they stepped outside and made their way to the dining area, the smell of fresh food was more than enough to draw their full attention. They’d burned alotof calories, and their bodies were screaming at them to replenish them.
The walk was also interesting as several groups were playing Bolaxis, boards having been set up in the dining area now for the competitors to play in their downtime without requiring a trip to the actual training fields. The elite men were playing one another while their female counterparts stood by, offering them refills of their Lectrolis cooler when their glasses ran low. The common players had their own play area set up a few tables away. It seemed the two groups were not really meant to mix, though a game of mental prowess seemed a fantastic way to challenge one another without the strain of their usual pursuits.
Whatever the case, Ziana tugged on the cable connecting her to her lover, urging him to slow so she could watch for a moment.
“You like the game, I see.”
She nodded. “It makes sense now. I just had to wrap my head around the extra piece and the couple of different ways the pieces move. And a slightly bigger board than chess, of course. But yeah, it’s a pretty cool game.”
“A game of military minds,” Dorrin added. “It has long been a standard training tool for those who would hope to be in any position of leadership.”
“I assume you’re good at it?”
“Fairly, though it is not my strong suit.”
“And are these other guys any good?”
He scanned the two groups, sizing up the players. “Of the commoners, Warxin is a solid player. That’s him over there.”
She noted the man, studying the pieces before him as well as how he’d set up his opponent. “What about the assholes?”
“Ah, the elites,” he said with a chuckle. “Typically, skilled players, though because of the position of their families they are also not properly challenged for the most part.”
“I sense a theme here.”
“As you should. And this has been ongoing for a very long time.”
“So, everyone kisses their asses, tells them they’re the best, and meanwhile they really don’t ever have to live up to their imagined greatness?”
“You do have a way with words,” he said, giving her shoulder a little squeeze but stopping himself immediately.
He’d explained it before they stepped out. While there were couples competing, as was sometimes the case, being romantically involved with your partner was often used to your disadvantage. Opponents would try to leverage the instinctive protectiveness that would come with that in the most unexpected ways, and many had wound up eliminated as a result.
Dorrin had no intention of letting that happen to them.
Ziana watched the players a few minutes longer then wandered toward the elite tables. She studied their boards as they approached, noting the different tactics this group used. They seemed to be overly aggressive. Overconfident. And their moves lacked the finesse she’d seen in Warxin’s game.
“Come to fetch me a Lectrolis cooler?” Flagro asked with a sneer as he looked up from his game.
Galla stared fire and daggers at the human woman, a look of pure hate that was only enhanced by the darkness beneath her eyes. No matter the makeup she’d tried to cover it with, the aftereffects of Ziana’s punch were still readily apparent.
Ziana shook her head, letting Galla’s glare bounce right off her. “Not a chance. But I’m sure your sister will be more than happy to.”
