The First FLAME part 5

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These Tulisians didn’t want to sell her. The number tree wasn’t a price, but an amount of Ezronians. They wanted to breed Ran to produce a third Ezronian.

Another Vanishing would happen before Ran allowed them to enslave her, Eon, or her children. She would become no one’s breeding mare. She would remain a free woman.

She fought her restraints and heard a strange whistle noise come from the Tulisians. They were laughing at her.

“You will release me now. I am…” she lifted her chin. “I am princess Ezron, daughter of Commander Vrox and High Mother Kira. Let us go, or I’ll bring so much death to this desert that it will look like a garden before we got here.”

“Be calm, Princess,” Eon said. “I will resolve this. I pledge it to the Fates.”

The younger Tulisian stomped to Ran and pushed her so she was on her belly. She kicked and screamed, swearing in both English and Ezronian. The betrayal of her own sword made her stiffen when it pressed against her spine.

The Tulisian went for Eon next, grabbing his biceps and dragging him over. Eon stayed still, likely afraid that they would hurt Ran if he didn’t comply.

Ran exhaled when all two-hundred of Eon collapsed on her back. She panted, struggling to breathe under his weight. “What the Fates have you been eating, Eon? You’re fat!” she squirmed.

“Stop,” Eon gritted.

“What?”

“You will… make this plan easier for them if you do not stay still.”

She then became aware of the weight against the back of her thigh. The thing had to be at least ten pounds.

She tensed, because although she beat enough males in battles to know their bodies like the back of her hand, cocks were still unexplored territory.

The younger Tulisian nudged Eon’s shoulder, as if asking him to ‘do his thing.’

“They want me to…”

“I know,” Ran interjected. “I know.”

The two Tulisians began to argue, nudging and kicking Eon as if that would urge him to shove himself inside and impregnate her.

Eon pulled at his restraints, showing them that he couldn’t do much with his hands tied.

They dragged him off her.

“Eon?” Ran panicked, trying to turn her head to get a look at him.

“I am fine.”

The younger Tulisian cut Eon’s legs free, but kept the sword aimed at his neck. Eon was pushed outside, while Ran remained struggling on the ground.

“Eon? Eon!”

The Tulisian came for her next. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her across the sand and into the next-door hut. She was shoved inside and her shirt was ripped from the back. When she was kicked down, Eon was barely able to position himself to catch her.

“Princess?” he asked, pushing her ratted hair away with one hand and holding her against his chest with the other.

“I’m fine. Can you cut me loose?”

He turned her around and made quick work of releasing her hands and feet.

“Okay, so the plan…”

She jumped when their captors banged on the door and yelled something in their language.

Silence followed the chaos.

Ran looked at Eon through her hooded eyes. They were warriors, but this was a battlefield they weren’t used to. The room was clean and waiting to be flooded, not with blood and tears, but sweat and juices. The warriors had to battle on the cold ground, with Eon spearing her into her while she tried to suffocate him with her walls.

She faced the door. The room was empty, so there were no weapons they could craft. Somehow, some way, they had to escape. The young Tulisian looked strong and was armed, but he was only one man.

“When he opens the door, I’ll be crouched down and ready to hit him in the gut, and then–”

A little slot in the door flicked open, and an eyeball peeked inside. Her plan instantly evaporated. They couldn’t sneak around, because the Tulisians would spot them if they were crouched by the wall.

She licked her lips. She was an adult, so a little acting wouldn’t kill her.

Shyly, she peeked at Eon’s crotch.

Fates, protect me.

It wasn’t the Tulisians she needed protection from, though.

Reaching for her hips, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts and tugged them down.

Eon’s hands snapped to her wrists. “You do not have to do this.”

“We won’t. We’ll pretend, and I’ll cry out. When they come in to investigate, we take them off guard.”

Eon shifted his weight from one leg to another. “I cannot touch your birth channel, Princess. You are a royal, and I am just one of many men. I am not worthy to…”

“Relax. We’re just pretending. I know this is strange, but we have to bear it.”

Awkwardly, she sat on the floor and laid on her back. Usually, she maintained eye contact with competition during a fight, but Eon’s irises were like two eclipses determined to blind her. With her breasts and spread thighs offered to him, she faced the wall and blushed.

The ground shook a little when Eon fell to his hands and knees. He hovered over her. They were so close. Male and female, flesh and bones, secrets and desire.

Eon widened her thighs to make space for his body, and then he leaned in. The closer he got, the more she ignited. Her core burned and her belly panted. She thought she was fire, but without Eon, all along, she had been a flame.

He leaned in, taking inches from her. Then she felt something prod between her legs as he offered to give her a different type of inches.

“I cannot…” Eon hesitated.

“We’re pretending, remember?”

They were lying horizontally, so the Tulisians couldn’t see that they weren’t connected. Eon aligned himself so his cock ran across the back of her thigh instead of her slit, and then he began to fake-thrust.

“Ah,” she feigned, biting her lip to punish herself for sounding so awkward.

She heard the slot of the door open as the Tulisian peeked in.

“Speed up,” she whispered to Eon.

He did just that, and she cried out with fake pain and fought him.

The Tulisian yelled something before slamming the door open and rushing inside. The second he got close enough, Ran grabbed his ankles and pulled so he crashed onto his back.

Eon grabbed the sword that flew out of his hand and sliced his throat open.

Ran dragged her shorts up her thighs, recognizing with horror the slick between her legs.

Oh, Fates. Did Eon notice…

She shook her head. Now wasn’t the time for this.

They rushed outside. Ran wasn’t a fan of killing elders, but the Tulisian that drugged them was a menace. Eon stared at her, giving her the option.

She chose to slam the girth of her sword against the elder’s head, leaving him unconscious.

They ran through his home, collecting as much as possible while avoiding each other. Ran was tempted to dig a hole in the sand and just die in it.

With their sacks full, they headed out and avoided each other’s gaze as if the sun would blacken if they made eye-contact.