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wasn’t a king then, just a leader of our people. We were savages then, he said, with no permanent dwellings, just foraging from the land. My great-grandfather made us stay in one place. Then we had to defend ourselves to keep our land from others. Others like the Catiscal.’
    She shrugged. ‘Instead of killing captives, we put them to work. Why is that so bad?’
    He lifted his arm where a long gash from a sword was still healing. She frowned again as if to work out a puzzle. ‘That must hurt,’ she said in a small voice.
    ‘It does. But what hurt more was holding my countryman in my arms as he died. Do you understand that?’
    She nodded gravely then leant forward, kissing him on the lips. They’d never kissed before. Devadas wondered if they both somehow knew kissing was too much, an intimacy they shouldn’t indulge in. But the soft ripeness of her lips, her taste of wine and fruit pulled him toward her. He gathered her lush, curvaceous body in his arms. They lay entwined, kissing, murmuring and, for the first time, making love.
    But like every other time, he returned to The Pit where his rage boiled ever hotter in his gut. He battled the warriors of Horvald during the day and serviced Princess Lissa at night.
    Something had changed though. Some shift of power between them. She unquestioningly let him do whatever he wanted with her.
    A part of him wished she’d stop him, but she never did. He spanked her, shot his seed over her body, fucked her more in the ass and sometimes wouldn’t let her touch herself, denying her the release she craved. His days consisted of fighting her father’s soldiers, trying to avoid their cuts and blows, while his nights were spent using her body to expunge his nightmares.
    When his cock was inside her, when he bent her almost double, pushing her legs up over her head while he thrust hard into her, he could forget in that moment how he’d become an animal, rutting and fighting for survival. The clutch of her sheath around him drove him on and her mewls of passion, begging him to fuck her, fuck her hard, pushed him into a place of blinding oblivion where there was only one moment of pure escape.
    And all the time he told her about the slaves, about how many died or were forced to fight in her father’s army for their freedom. He purged himself in her and she let him. And in doing so, she ensured that he never forgot her, could never forget her.
    Lissa came to crave not only Devadas’s body but all of him, body and soul. She thought about him constantly, terrified that each night would be their last.
    One night, after he’d spilled not just his seed, but his soul into her, she hadn’t been able to resist pressing her mouth against his again, trying to tell him she was sorry, she understood, she’d do anything to make it better. He evaded her kiss and pulled away from her.
    ‘No,’ he said, with a voice full of torment. ‘Don’t do that. Please.’ But she held him and finally he’d been unable to resist the lure of her kisses.
    They spent the rest of the night making love, slowly, with Devadas meticulous in his attention to her pleasure.
    He seemed to worship her body, using his mouth and hands to taste and caress her like never before. He laid her back across her bed amid all her silk cushions and pushed her legs open, gazing at her wet pussy with adoration. When he put his mouth on her and sucked her clit, using his tongue to torment and tease her, she cried and laughed with delight. Then screamed when his searching fingers slid inside her throbbing cunt to find the sensitive spot that pushed her up and over into glorious oblivion.
    ‘Devadas,’ she murmured, breathless and replete. ‘Hold me. Hold me tight.’
    He did. He held her in his strong arms while he slid into her still-clutching pussy. She moaned with deep satisfaction as he gazed into her eyes while starting a slow, almost soothing stroke with his cock. She wrapped her legs around him and together they rocked