The Sensual Emberskeeper Pt 02

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Hi there :)

I am so glad you liked part one of this series.

Here is part 2!

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Jackie

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They arrived a few hours later at Kaelen's Flamerot Division Base Camp. Lysira tried to look as brave and resilient as she could, despite her slight hesitation and doubts. She had been to a basecamp during training a few times, but this one was huge, a lot bigger than the camp she had visited when she was trained as an Enchantress.

They hadn't even stepped away from the portal fully when Micah and Soren came and welcomed their General and Lysira.

"General, I didn't expect your Emberskeeper to be coming along..." Micah greeted Kaelen and gave Lysira an appreciative nod and smile.

Kaelen heaved a sigh and squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments.

"Neither did I, actually," Kaelen finally gave in a quiet grumble and eyed the Priestess by his side. "Do not mistake this for weakness. The threat to our stronghold is a real concern." His features went grim, and Lysira suspected that this had little to do with anything other than what they'd discussed in the tent.

"The necromancers have been on the attack relentlessly lately. And they've been testing our borders as if looking for weak spots." Soren's expression was equally solemn, and Lysira noted the grave seriousness with which he spoke. He was usually serious, but even more so now, even for his standards.

"We have contacted the iceborn army stationed a few hundred miles west from here," Micah added. "If we can sway the wind elementalists to support us, we'll stand a better chance at this front."

"We are still waiting for an answer, and we all know the likelihood is slim to none. Those pricks are a fickle bunch," Soren added.

She glanced from Kaelen to the two other Flamebound warriors as their expressions darkened. They were all worn from battle, but they looked nearly hopeless.

As if I'm an attempt to calm himself he placed his hand on her lower back. It wasn't a conscious act, but her breath hitched nonetheless, surprised by the public display of affection. He never did something like that. He was the General. Yes, she was his Emberskeeper but she doubted that anyone knew how strong they felt sometimes. He didn't like to display it in front of his men and usually respected his men's privacy.

"Good work on him, Lady Lysira," Micah finally murmured in surprise, his brows lifted.

"His burns looked way worse when we brought him to your tent," Soren agreed, glancing between her and the general. "How'd you do that? How did you manage to restore his entire energy level in a few hours?"

Kaelen felt her stiffen under his hand, even if ever so slightly, and his jaw clenched. She was rare, even among the Emberskeeper's. Her energy level was extremely high. Even after healing him completely she only needed a few hours before she was able to restore his entire energy.

"She's brilliant," was his only response and that's when she smiled for the first time this afternoon, feeling appreciated and proud of herself.

"Get the men together. We have an hour, then we're leaving."

His officers turned at that and headed off with an exchange of silent nods, disappearing through the crowds of bustling warriors.

He led her through the busy and crowded camp and the various tents with a steady stride. The camp itself looked like it had been set up for quite some time. She suspected it was already a home for a few Flamebound, especially if they had their Emberskeeper's with them. The tent stalls were well-built and sturdy, made of thick and insulating black fabrics to neutralize the heat the soldiers were giving off.

He guided her to a large main tent, motioning for her to enter. Her fingers slid against his in an involuntary reaction and a tiny smile graced her lips when she stepped inside the dark structure. It felt cool inside the tent, despite the warm temperature outside, and she glanced around briefly, noting the runes and spells used to keep the place cool and efficient. There was a table at the far corner with a map and scrolls, along with his armor, boots, and other tactical equipment. Along the side stood a weapon rack holding swords, axes, and various other assorted weapons, polished and ready to strike. At the end was a smaller chamber with a doorless frame that led to a partitioned room with a makeshift bed and trunk.

"The war camp isn't really fit for guests," he started to say, frowning.

"It is perfectly fine, really," she waved it off and walked up to him, reaching to squeeze his arm. "How do you feel?" Her hand moved to his neck and brushed over the sensitive nape.

"Don't worry. My men know who to send for if anything happens to me."

She narrowed her gaze and lowered her brows, "you are avoiding my question."

"You're worrying too much."

She grunted, pulled her hand away and rolled her eyes.

"How is it that every time you avoid answering me, you choose not to lie either. Did you learn it was more effective this way, or is it just natural to avoid directly answering questions that could put you at a disadvantage?"

He rolled his tongue across his teeth and leaned against one of the posts of his tent.

"Probably a little of both. All I'm saying is that you're jumping to conclusions. I feel fine. You have a look on your face as though you're waiting for something terrible to happen, and it won't."

"No offense, but you had an elevated temperature, your runes were glowing and you barely had energy left," she stated and stood directly in front of him. "Please, Kael. Just be careful." She looked up at him with those mesmerizing eyes of hers. He'd told himself not to stare too long at first because it was meant to prevent falling for her. He hadn't been able to stop it. The pull to her grew stronger the longer they were bound together. He had fallen for her years ago but she didn't know. That's why he was careful now.

She felt his arm slip around her waist and pulled her closer, "don't you worry, Lys."

"Do you need another boost for your strength?" She finally offered softly and looked up at him from beneath her lashes, her breasts pressed into him. Her other hand had already moved along his pecs, "accidentally" brushing over his nipple. His hips flexed slightly in response.

"I wouldn't mind that." He breathed, his voice growing huskier with each passing second while her were hands moving lower, following the path he knew all too well. "That dress needs to disappear."

She moved her hands up and pulled it over her head with a smirk playing at her lips. Her heavy breast bounced lightly when she dropped the gown on the floor and kicked it to the corner with a kick of her foot. By the Gods he could stare at her forever. A shudder ran over his shoulders when she reached to undo his belt, pulling down his pants, already whispering her incantation under her breath.

His breath hitched and the muscles of his throat constricted when her small, petite hands grabbed his semi-hard cock. She pumped her fist lightly a few times until her thumb brushed over the drop of liquid that was gathering on the tip of the broad head of his cock, licking her lips. Her finger quickly drew a rune onto his thigh, a sort of storage for her energy. Once activated, she let her tongue slide from the base of his balls to his crown, her amber gaze watching him intently. He made a delicious rumble from his chest when she slid him into her mouth.

"Goddamn," he whispered as her tongue and mouth worked his length. She started suckling on the crown of his cock, then worked her way down the long length. He was too big to take him down her throat, but he didn't mind. Her tongue and lips did an excellent job, as did her fingers. Usually he liked to lie down because remaining standing was a challenge in itself. She let go of him to whisper a few more incantations and a second later her runes started glowing in vibrant sapphire and he felt an influx of energy wash through his body. With her fingers, she reached underneath him and found the sweet spot right behind his balls. Her fingertips moved against his skin teasingly. She did not have an ounce of sexual insecurity as she worshipped his hard, powerful body. His hips shuddered involuntarily as her fingertips teased the sensitive spot behind his sack.

With delight she noticed that he widened his stance a little, giving her better access. The biggest fighter in their ranks but also the biggest softy...

Her fingers went a little further back and brushed through the hair in his crack and his butt cheeks clenched at the ticklish sensation.

"Lys," her name was a warning rumble.

Lys chuckled lightly.

"If your men knew how sensitive you really are," she mused and let her thumb massage his frenulum again. The tip was extra sensitive. If she wanted to blow his mind, she'd always focus on it and drive him into a lustful frenzy in a matter of a few strokes with her fingers or her tongue. She was going for exactly that today, bringing him to the very edge, so that she could refuel his power. Over the years they had noticed that bringing him to the edge at least once or twice before letting him cum let her recharge him for a longer period of time.

"They don't need to," he hissed. His big thighs were twitching as her thumb continued tracing his nerves, bringing his balls nearly to the point of bursting.

His hands gripped her long hair. Not hard enough to hurt, but tight enough to remind her exactly what she was doing to his body and soul. And the moans and sighs that fell from his lips let her know just how much he loved it, even though he could not get the words across his lips.

She kept him on the edge for some while he leaned against the wooden beam, trying not to moan out her name loud enough that the whole camp would be able to hear him.

After a while, he reached his limit. The flames in him rose, licking and coiling, ready to erupt. She noticed, of course she did. His abs and thighs were so taut she could see them straining, his eyes closed and his breathing ragged.

Her mouth focused solely on the sensitive, swollen tip of his cock, working it expertly. Finally his mouth fell open and a rumbling sound came from the deepest parts of him. He loved to give her control sometimes. As the general, having to keep such control over everything and everyone had been draining him more with every year. But among his men there was no doubt who was in control. So with her he liked to give it up because if he was entirely true to himself, she had the upper hand in every aspect anyway. She kept him alive, protected him in a sense, shielding him from his own inner fire that threatened to consume him if he wasn't careful. Though right now he wasn't sure if she knew how close he was to losing the fight to his inner flames.

Her tongue teased his tip even after his climax had rolled over him and subsided. He shivered at the tender torture she inflicted on his sensitive flesh, unable to suppress his small shivers as she kept stroking him until she released him with a wet pop of her mouth. She gazed up at him from her knees, lips parted slightly, her expression curious and yet intense. She was breathtaking. Especially the sight of her looking up at him, his tip pressed lightly against the corner of her lips, gleaming with moisture.

Without thinking he picked her up and put her on the makeshift bed. She giggled, when she bounced slightly before he spread her thighs. She was so fucking wet already and he wanted to taste her, had to taste her!

"Kael, what are you..." she broke off when his tongue lapped against her softness, pulling the soft, pink flesh between his lips.

"Ritual be damned," was all he mumbled and licked through her slit and circled around her clit before suckling it.

A shudder coursed through her body and her hips jerked up in response, pressing into the licks.

Her fire burned within her and the longer he would do that without her having an outlet, the hotter she would burn. Sexual contact without an outlet was an issue. Without a proper outlet, an Emberskeeper's magic would only rise to the point where it consumed her from the inside out. That's why in her 150 years she had never dared touching herself. Kaelen was the only man ever to bring her so much pleasure, but in order for her to be able to let go and give in to the pleasure, he needed to take her energy. And right now she had made sure his energy reserves were filled and more. So a single orgasm could potentially wreak havoc on her body. And right now his tongue was insatiable. She hadn't anticipated him losing the fight to the lust, though. He normally was strong and self controlled.

"Kael~~~," a little plea and her hips twitched. But she wasn't able to finish her sentence because he teased her pearl expertly with his lips and his tongue. Her sex spasmed and she started rocking her hips against the sensation. She was so weak against him. He knew her body like the back of his hand. He knew where every single spot was, the ones she didn't want anyone else to find, the ones that caused her heart rate to double, the spots no one else was allowed to touch. No one would ever be able to find the buttons and keys to her pleasure the way he did. They wouldn't be able to satisfy her the way his big, rough palms were.

He let go of her clit and pulled the hood back to look at the pink, swollen little bud and she twitched underneath him.

"You know... I can't cum," she panted and felt another spasm rip through her belly.

His gaze met hers briefly, "I am aware. What can I say? I like watching you squirm."

"Oh for the Gods' sake Kael," she protested and moaned again when he gave her bundle of nerves one more long, languid stroke with his flat tongue.

"Do you trust me?"

She stared at him with wide eyes, her chest heaving and her heart fluttering wildly, "of course I do."

"I'll be careful, don't you worry about that."

Her brow arched as she saw his lips descending and when they made contact again, she arched with a gasp. He sucked her labia into his mouth, sensually, devouring every fold, every crease and crinkle, licking every inch of her pussy. It felt heavenly and yet agonizing. The kind of slow-rising pleasure that sent a light film of sweat across her flesh and had her toes curling. He wet his thumb and started moving it over the one small spot on her clit. The other would set her on fire fast, but this one he only ever touched with gentle motions when he wanted to edge her out slowly, which he rarely did.

"Kael, please..." she was writhing in pleasure. This was torture of the most beautiful kind.

"God, you're exquisite, Lys," his tone had a gentle depth that only intensified the ache in her core. He watched her pussy clench around nothing, so he slid two big warrior's fingers into her, only enough to let her stretch around him.

"Can you block your orgasm with a rune?" he asked but she frantically shook her head.

"It has never worked with you, not when you make me feel so good." Her chest was flushed and her breasts were pushing upward and he smirked.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked seriously as he watched her pleasure roll in and back down. She was absolutely soaked now, her walls quivering around his thick digits and it would have been an easy thing for him to reach that place inside her. One flick of his fingers and the tip would brush that incredibly sensitive spot in her and she'd probably cum within seconds. But this wasn't the time.

"Not really," she breathed out and grabbed the pillow to moan into it.

"Look at you, all spread open for me, moaning into the pillow so my men don't hear you. They would be so jealous."

"Of me or you?" she retorted. "Can you add another finger?"

"It'll make you cum, Lys. So no."

She growled with frustration and squirmed beneath his ministrations.

"Then stop, please. We'll continue when you are back," she bit back a loud groan and glanced at him, her hair dishevelled, face flushed.

"As you wish." He removed his fingers from her soaked slit, sucking them into his mouth before adjusting his clothing. "Micah and Soren will be expecting me in ten minutes," he told her, watching her catch her breath.

"Mhhhhh," she mumbled, not daring to close her legs and waited for the tension to dissipate.

"Thank you for the boost, by the way," he whispered and kissed her sweaty forehead.

"Make no mistakes and don't come back wounded."

He rose from her, and left to find the other two officers.