The Killing Moor

Part 7
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Riddick swung the heavy ax over his head dropping it with a force that would surely shatter most trees but only scored the massive log below. One of many logs that would be used to rebuild Dovanshire. His bare chest and back glistened with a sheen of sweat from the brief exposure to day's sunlight.

With a deliberate slowness Guenivere moved into view, her fiery red curls being teased by light breeze. Her eyes stayed fixed on his form as she stopped in front of the log, her royal blue tunic tickling around her ankles. "You are the heart of this land, mi'lord. It will live again because of you."

"Aye, it will," he replied, with a deliberate curtness. His thick arms creating another arch with the ax sending wood debris flying outwards. Fixing his attention on the log and nothing else, he tried to erase the images of the night they had spent together weeks earlier that were created with just simple sound of her voice. But he was failing miserably, another hard thwack of the ax and he was still feeling her presence bone deep.

Brushing her hair from her face, she stepped toward the log placing herself in the line of danger in an attempt to force his attention onto her. "Riddick … we must speak of it." His brawny, masculine form had her heart racing … her mind reeling.

"Why must we?" He dropped the head of the ax into the ground inches beside her, anger shinning bright in his eyes. "You have a husband, Guenivere." He said it, purging some of the vemon and pain inside him.

She swallowed the lump in her throat as she moved to lay a hand on his strong bicep. "Because I have fallen in love with my husband's clansman." She ran a nervous tongue across her almost trembling lips. "Because you showed me the beginning of what loving can be between a man and a woman and I thirst to learn more." She hid the tears that formed in her eyes. "You feel it as well. I know this."

Riddick shoved the wooden handle away from him. Turning, he strode a short distance away, his hand running over his shorn head. "I feel it," he admitted, his gut twisting painfully with his words.

"Then why is it so distasteful now? It was pleasurable to you that night. As it was to me." She knew that she was close to humiliating herself by begging, and she had sworn not to let him see her do such. She moved to sit gracefully on the fallen log, her shoulders lifting and falling in a gentle sigh. "I was presented to him by my father. I never gave myself to him." She lowered her eyes. "I never knew what it was to feel desire until I saw you enter the great hall. And then I lost my heart."

"Are you so sure?" He turned on her, his eyes loosing some of the spiteful anger. "Are you sure that I'm the one that's in your heart?" he questioned, opening slowly to the possibility "How do you know what it is to loose your heart?"

Her voice took on a soft, husky tone as her eyes lit with a dreamy sparkle. "How does one know how to breath or that the tide will come in?" She smiled tentatively, her hands trembling with suppressed passion. "You are the last thing I think of when I lay down to rest and the first thing I think of when I rise in the morn." She stood and moved to stand behind him, her hand splaying across his immense back. "I trust you … want to make you happy because I know that you want to make me happy." She leaned in, pressing her cheek against his back. "I simply know, Riddick."

With a feral growl he turned, taking her arm in his grasp and tugging her along with him, pulling her along to the freshly rebuilt stable. His body betrayed him all the while, his blood pumping hard and hot through him and once inside, away from prying eyes, he backed her against the far wall. "I know but one thing, Mi'lady...." he breathed against her warm pink lips. "I know that I will never have enough of you. Aye, you're in my heart. A place no one has invaded thus far, but I find you there now. Filling me with all a man can ever want."

'I have no care for other men, Riddick," she whispered as she trailed her hands round his neck and pressed her body erotically close to his, the hardness of his rigid manhood firm against her flat, trembling stomach. "I care only for you." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. Not the kiss of a woman forced by a man, but the kiss of a woman that revealed in her lover's touch. The heated wetness at the core of her being was now becoming more and more familiar … it occurred every time she thought of him. But now the heat was almost unbearable as she slid her tongue between his teeth, exploring the wonder of his taste all over again.

Strong battle worn hands came up to tangle in her coppery locks, caressing her scalp as their tongues met and danced together. A primal growl issued from Riddicks throat, her body warm and willing against him starting the slow burn of passion's sharp blade.

She sighed in exhilaration as she felt the flames of desire spread through her body while his fingers massaged through her hair.

With pained reluctance Riddick pulled his lips from her, creating the briefest of space between them. "How can I allow you to return to Duncan? How can I see the cruelty he inflicts upon? I'm a man of honor, a man that would not willingly stand by and allow a woman to be treated in such a way."

Her arms wrapped tightly around him, her body melding to his in a provocative, yet primal and possessive fashion. "I would love nothing more than to beg you to make me yours." Her cheek pressed against the hard plane of his naked chest, reveling in the warm contact of skin on skin. "But I would not for the world have war created in the midst of a clan because of me." Her eyes lifted to his beseechingly. "But I am yours. Body and soul."

He kissed her again, gently. "I have never feared war, mi'lady. I've killed more English than most. What I fear is that Duncan will harm you to keep you from me and I fear for my son. My son who has fallen under your husband, my brother's, influence. Until I can assure both your safe returns to Dovanshire we must be cautious." He slowly eased to one knee in front of her, pushing up the hem of her tunic, to her calves, then to her knees, revealing the pale silken skin below.

Her breath was coming in short, erratic gasps as she felt his hands under the material of her tunic. Her legs barely held her weight as the sensual, creamy liquid of desire spread between her thighs. "Riddick," she whispered breathlessly. "You must believe that I have done all that is in my power to overlook your child and see to his safety and well-being." Her hands moved with growing boldness to stroke the velvety softness of his shorn head. "As he grew older, Duncan allowed me access to him less and less."

"I believe your every word, do not worry. I can see with my own eyes what Duncan has done with Johns youthful trust. Tell me, Guenivere, why is there no issue from your union with Duncan? Why does Duncan want my son instead of one of his blood?" His hand slid further up her creamy skin, his powerful biceps reaching around her small frame to grasp the tender globes of her posterior, squeezing and kneading with loving care.

Her body thrilled at the contact, his massaging fingers causing the spread of liquid at the apex of her thighs to grow. "I know not, my lord," she breathed, her hips thrusting slightly forward. "I only know that he wanted nothing of an heir from my body." Her legs threatened to give way under her and she braced her self by planting a hand on each side of his shoulder. "He has a mixture he forces me to drink each morning after … to cleanse my body, he says." Her words were detached, thinking of nothing but the pleasure she was experiencing from his touch.

Riddick momentarily recoiled thinking of man not wanting a child of his own, a child that shared his blood. Then there was a flicker of understanding, of disgust. "He slay Alec? A man of the same blood, second to Laird. A matter of power." His words were more a statement than a question but he had to hear the truth from her lips. "He slay his brother."

"Aye," she said simply. "Alec died by Duncan's hand."

He drew close to her body, his head resting against her near concave abdomen. "There are so many sins Duncan will answer for." He wouldn't spare a moment of thought for his fallen brethren now, he had precious little time with his love and would use it to its fullest. His head turned and he kissed the area so close gently and then his hands pushed the tunic even higher, exposing her womanly mound, glistening wet.

Her body shivered as the air touched the dripping downy thatch, throbbing for his touch. "I ache for you! I never knew it could be like this!" The feel of her bodice tight against her uncorseted breasted caused a now familiar tingle to flair in her aroused nipples, taut and sensitive. Her hand moved to boldly stoke the full mounds as she sought to ease the pulsation there that matched the feeling in her feminine core.

His mouth moved over the full fleshy lips of her womanly core separating the fold with his questing tongue. Finding the small swollen bud of her passion, he laved over it and suckled wa gea gentle suction.

Her head fell back as the exquisite feelings washed over her. Her body became a convulsing mass of tension as her erotic juices flowed through her being. Her hands continued to caress the velvety feel of his head silently begging for more of his ministrations. "I can hardly breathe!" The sound was ripped from her throat as the orgasmic frenzy took possession of her.

Hands freely roamed as his mouth worked at her most intimate of openings, his tongue sliding inside to pierce and withdraw. There were two words he would have said to her in that moment if he were able, in and out. His breath flowed over her delicate pink skin with his sigh of satisfaction.

Instinctively she began to breathe deeply and was surprised to find that the deeper she breathed the more her body reacted to his tongue's motions. Falling into a spiraling vortex, she felt the full impact of the forceful orgasm, her feminine muscles convulsing violently over and over until she felt as if she would weep from the pleasure of it.

There was an instant thrill that raced through his large frame as her climax rippled across his tongue. Slowly he withdrew and pulled her down to the fresh straw, pulling her under him. In one quick thrust he was buried to the hilt inside her gripping heat.

Her body felt as if it were stretched to its limit, and yet the feeling was blissful in its intensity. She writhed into the hay, bits of straw clinging to her red curls as her head thrashed with passion. Bucking upward, her hips worked to meet his thrust for thrust as she felt him plunge his steely manhood into her repeatedly. A strangled cry came from deep inside her as she continued to clamp her muscles around his immense girth.


Riddick rode her with uninhibited desire filling her over and over until he felt the sharpness of his impending release.

"Replenish me, Riddick," she breathed huskily, the heels of her feet attaching just under the powerful globes of his firm posterior and urging him faster. "Fill me with your seed!"

In the dimness of the stable the door opened soundlessly and Johns' lanky frame slipped through. He'd seen them argue, seen his father drag his lover inside, and he was curious. What could have caused such conflict as to have them openly arguing? But a wicked little smile twisted his lips when from the shadows it was apparent they were no long engaged in battle, they were loving. With the beautiful lady Guenivere, the woman who had tried to take his mother's place, thighs spread wide and withering below his father. Her pleas softly echoed through the stable. Johns knew the working of a man and a woman's body and the satisfaction to be had there. Duncan had introduced him to Guenivere's chamber maid just that Spring and he'd kept the girl well on her back for months. And now he knew what it meant to be with a woman the way his father was and it twisted his gut knowing that his father would not so much as look at his mother with a kind smile when she was alive. "Have your fill now....." He hissed quitely, hand on the hilt of his sword, itching to use it. "Duncan will deal with the both of you soon enough."