Page 136 of The Satyr's Guilt
Jarek had met with Kole andNace about the Covenkirk raid. He followed the meeting with anotherto prepare his warriors for the action to bring a Firebrandhome.
It had been six days since Lizette had firstawakened in Jarek’s yurt. Most nights when he returned from amission or his duties, she awaited him with drinks and a tray offood. Those had become his favorite times.
They stayed awake, discussing seriousmatters or nothing. Tonight, however, it was long past midnight.She was already asleep in his bed. No matter the hour, he checkedon her before he retired to the spare room. He had offered her aplace of her own, but she had refused. He was happy about herdecision.
Watching her rest eased his mind, listeningto her purrs, seeing her dark hair spread like silk on thepillow.
Sometimes she dreamed about her captivity.Asleep in his own room, he would awaken to her screams. At thosetimes, his heart broke. He would rush to her side, shaking her,containing the terror. He would cradle her in his arms, murmuringto her in his old language.
Tonight’s sleep was restful. He leaned backonto the scattered floor pillows. Stretching out his legs, hecrossed one ankle over the other while dropping his head back toslumber. Although her dreams were pleasant, the memories of his ownpast disturbed his peace.
The young Jarek had no idea where his jailerkept the other three djinn who had been captured with him. He wasin a lavish bedroom decked out in colorful rugs, pillows, and wallpaintings. He was not chained. There was no need. He was too weakto be of any danger, even to the slightest human. He could barelydrag himself to the chamber pot or the basin to wash. The door waslocked. He had tried to open it.
Substantial meals appeared regularly. Forbreakfast, he was given a sweetened tea, bread, and yogurt. Forlunch rice or lentils. Dinner was sometimes lamb or chicken with avegetable like eggplant. Figs or dates when lucky.
He tried to keep his strength up, fightingthe pitchblende. No matter how often he exercised or for how long,the weakness never left. At first, he thought those who entered hisquarters carried the debilitating stone with them, but then herealized it must be in the room because it remained a constantdrain on his energy.
Bit by bit, he began a systematicexploration.
His captor visited, a short man with abulbous nose and well-fed stomach. He sat, leaning back on pillows,his pig-like eyes cast on Jarek.
“You’ll bring in much money.” Hescratched his balls while he continued to leer. “Men and womenalike will pay for your services.”
Jarek rose, stumbling toward the door. Heturned the handle, but it was still locked.
The man laughed. “I am not so stupid.”
Jarek lunged for the male but could not wrapfingers around his neck strongly enough to block air. Instead, whenthe human fell, he pushed the young djinn to the ground, straddledhim, and stuck a hand into Jarek’s pants, grabbing his cock.
“Ah. A fine member. Let’s see if I canget it to respond?” He stroked the djinn rhythmically.
Jarek was a healthy young male with anactive libido. Despite what he wanted to happen, he began to bearoused. He felt his shaft grow and stiffen in his jailer’s hand.He fought the urge to thrust against the male’s fingers.
“Oh, yes. You are a big one. I imagineyou fantasize about a female, her sweet lips surrounding you,sucking on you. Her wet tongue licking up and down. Her teethlightly grazing your dick. Yes, that’s it. Pump into my hand. Letme help you release.”
He squeezed Jarek until it almost hurt.Stroke. Stroke. The young djinn couldn’t help himself. He froze anderupted, his seed spilling into the jailer’s hand.
“Yes. You’ll be most valuable.”
When he left, Jarek rushed to the corner. Hevomited, over and over until nothing was left in his stomach.
The next day, a veiled female entered. Twomales accompanied her. One grabbed Jarek’s arms. The other disrobedhim.
The skinnier of the two looked his bodyover, licked his lips, and said, “My lady, should I ready him foryou?”
“Thank you but no.” She spoke quietly,almost demurely. She dropped her veil and stood in front of Jarek.Her hands began to explore. His chest, his biceps, his hips. Herfingers trailed along his abdomen, traveling to his manhood. Ittook very little for her to arouse him.
She pushed him back onto the bed and satastride him. She lifted just her skirts. With her hand, she guidedJarek’s engorged shaft to her opening. She sank down on him andbegan to rock up and down. At first slowly. Then more quickly. Shemoaned, stroking his chest.
“Here,” she said. “Fondle me here.” Thelady drew Jarek’s fingers to her clitoris. “Play with it like agood boy.”
When he did, she thrashed, screamed, andslapped Jarek’s face until his teeth rattled. Then she stilled,slumped over his chest. She dismounted, patted her skirts down, andre-fastened her veil. She knocked on the door. When it opened, sheexited.
The female returned many times.
He was always too weak to stop her. Hismember was always solid and alert, though. She wasn’t the worst.Not by far. Other females visited. And males.
A grey-haired male came in with the same twoguards who brought the lady in. “Hold him over those cushions,”ordered the man. When they did, they pulled his pants down.
