"He has more men outside," I explained to Jyoti. "The Parthian's will all be dead by now, and his men will enter here to make themselves at home soon."
She stared at the flap of the tent's entrance, and considered something. Finally her shoulders dropped and she looked back at me. The look of horror was gone from her beautiful dark eyes. But she still seemed wary of me, and who could blame her?
"We need to go now," I said.
We quickly got dressed, the Rataishtars blood soaking into my garments. Judging by the voices outside, the Saka warriors were on all sides of the yurt. I told Jyoti my concerns, that there were many men out there and this would be a tough fight.
She knelt down beside the slain warrior, and dipped her fingertips into a pool of his blood. I thought for a moment she was going to taste of his essence, but she simply put her fingers to her nose and inhaled the scent of his blood. I saw a spark of blue in behind the lashes of her half-lidded eyes. Then she stood her full height, and approached the door of the yurt. I made to stop her, but she held up a hand to resist me, and so I let her go and followed closely behind.
We walked out into the night air, into the slaughter that the Saka had made of the Parthian camp. The men were all dead, throats cut or hearts speared. It must have been an ambush and not a raid, because I'd heard nothing during our love-making. The women and children had not been spared a quick death, but seeing them suffering the brutalities of the Rataishtars lusts', it was not hard to know they wished that they had.
Seeing this dreadful tableau sparked something in Jyoti. A blue fire burst from her, seemed to stream like water from her, and when it had started, even she seemed unable to stop its flow. It poured into the night air, lighting up the horrors before us, and in the face of this revelation the Saka ceased their terrible administrations and fell back. Some unsheathed their swords, or readied their quivers, and others fell to their knees, faces pressed to the sand, in supplication of the miraculous.
But this wasn't a mercy that Jyoti produced. This was a fire, and a fire must devour. It sourced out the men that took arms or lay prostrate, and it enveloped them, like a lover at first, and then more brutally as it grew confident in its mission. The fire clung to the Saka, became less ethereal and more tangible, a living flame that would not be extinguished no matter how they rolled about in the sand or poured water on themselves.
Jyoti watched, unsympathetic, as the Rataishtars screamed and tore their clothing off in a bid to be rid of the cobalt flames. And then, as her exhalations finished their duties, and began to be snuffed out by their own will, Jyoti grew relaxed and even weak, and I saw her knees buckle and rushed forward to catch her in my arms. She clutched at me, for fear of falling backwards, and then she looked at me and there was resistance. I held her, quietly, and let her decide if in my arms was somewhere she wanted to be. She searched my face, stared into my eyes, and finally she gave a tiny nod.
I hefted her into my arms fully, carrying her as I did at the beginning of the night, when we fled Alexander's captured city. The blood of my slain warrior was still slick against my chest and my arms, and it seeped onto the clothing Jyoti wore. I hated that. I didn't want this blood, to which she had shown such revulsion at, to touch her. But it was too late. It bridged us both now.
The Rataishtars around us had stilled now. Their corpses, charred with Jyoti's mysterious blue light, lay on the desert floor where they had dropped. Not a one survived. The Parthian women and children, those who had survived their tortures, shied from the monsters in their midst. They would take to the desert, these survivors, and find more of their people, perhaps make their way to the cities of Dahae. And doubtless Alexander would send more mercenaries after us: perhaps his own men, after the failure of Xerxes' own.
We left the Parthian camp and I carried my girl at preternatural speed across the desert, West-ward, and when we reached the Caspian Sea I took her into those waters and carried her until the cool waters reached my waist. I stripped her of her clothing, and me of mine, and let them float around us, the blood diluting from them. The cool night air pricked our skin, made gooseflesh of it. I lifted Jyoti up to me, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, one hand on my ass and the other around my back. Likewise, I cupped her ass with one hand and pressed my palm against her lower back, and as we let our trembling lips meet and softly kiss, my cock pressed against the lips of her labia and slid inside her, deep and to the hilt, so that I felt her labia brush the hairs of my balls.
The sky was starting to stir, a light coming into from the East. I had time enough for this at least, and slowly rolled my hips so that the length of my cock gently slid out of Jyoti's pussy and then drove in deep again. I lowered us into the water and continued to kiss as it engulfed us.
