The Daveniri (Gxg)

Chapter Four

After that night, Rhaenari tried to avoid Visenya; she needed time to think.  She felt intensely guilty—guilty toward her lover, Morven. 

She didn't want Morven to feel betrayed; Morven, after all, had loved only Rhaenari since her husband and child died.

Rhaenari felt obligated to care for the frail older woman.

Today, a horseback ride with her brother was planned, and, of course, Visenya would be there.  Rhaenari glanced sideways—Visenya was already watching her. 

Visenya was intimidating, even frightening.  Rhaenari quickly looked away, focusing on her horse.

She wouldn't let Visenya see her trying to avoid her; that would be cowardly.  She studied the magnificent white stallion.

It towered over any horse she'd ridden before. She doubted she could even mount it alone.

Without warning, Visenya moved behind her, hands under Rhaenari's armpits. 

"Climb, your grace," Visenya whispered, the closeness sending a shiver down Rhaenari's spine. 

Rhaenari gasped. "I know," she muttered, climbing with Visenya's help.

Rhaenari stared straight ahead, avoiding Visenya's gaze.

The King looked at them suspiciously. "Sister, I'll go ahead," he said, leaving Rhaenari with Visenya and the servants.

Rhaenari's jaw dropped. She was about to follow when she noticed the horse wouldn't move.  Visenya was holding the reins.

"I'll be coming also, your grace," Visenya said, already mounting the stallion with ease. 

"What are you doing?!" Rhaenari whispered, her voice sharp with alarm.  Her heart pounded. This was dangerous; it could end badly.

Fear gripped her.  No, this couldn't be happening. What if Visenya was taking her to a secluded spot to kill her? 

But she had nothing to lose. Maybe this was a chance.  She took a deep breath, trying to control her anxiety. 

"K-just don't do anything stupid," she stammered. Visenya chuckled. Rhaenari felt a cold dread. 

Visenya's closeness was suffocating; she could feel Visenya's muscles, her chest, her hard stomach pressed against her back. 

Rhaenari shivered. She compared Visenya to Morven; Visenya was far larger and more masculine.

"Hold on tight, your grace," Visenya said.  Rhaenari gasped again.

Visenya's hands slid slyly along Rhaenari's inner thighs to reach the reins.  It wasn't accidental; Visenya wanted a reaction. Rhaenari's breath hitched.

For the mean time, both party has been trying to search for the king and his squire.

And whilst searching Rhaenari could feel the sexual tension happening behind her, “to think, your grace would shooo me like that after trying to bed me,” Rhaenari remained frozen in her place.

This was supposed to be her plan it backfired now it's not her that's seducing but the younger lady herself.  But she knew better than to trust this killer and let loose.

Who knows she's doing these for another plan that she formed in that big brain of her.

As Rhaenari was busy trying to hold on any reaction that would fuel the lady, she didn't notice the hand that let go of the reigns and rested it's palm on her thigh. Oh no... She's wearing a thin dress.

Rhaenari bit her lip holding the sound that's barely held in her throat.

“If someone sees us, we're doomed, lady Visenya let go immediately..”

“oh, scared? I thought you wanted this,” Visenya didn't stopped instead, she attacked Rhaenari's defenseless neck earning a moan from Rhaenari.

The horse stop which means Visenya stops holding the reigns. Her hands were busy.

It groped on Rhaenari's perky breast shamelessly, Rhaenari who was afraid of getting killed in the middle of the forest didn't once refused the ladies touch.

“Make it quick,” she sobbed as another wave of pleasure heat her, for a starter Visenya didn't seem like a virgin.

Her fingers speaks differently, no great amount of accomplishment will compare to having your tormentor shivering underneath you, that's for Visenya.

She admired the way Rhaenari's hair clung on her face. She smirked as she even went painfully faster, she does not intend to make it pleasurable for the princess she wants it to be painful, as painful as the tortures she received.

Rhaenari noticed her change of pace and widen her eyes. She clang on her shoulder for dear life.

Oh, how badly she was mistaken, Visenya opened her deeply it didn't seem as though they were performing a fornication it's as if Visenya was already torturing her.

“s-stop,” she whimpered crying at the pain.

Visenya didn't said anything and went even faster anyway forcing Rhaenari to her fullest and she come undone.

Visenya pulled out her fingers and made Rhaenari look at it closely.

“this will be how bad I will treat you from now on, your grace,” without a waring she plunged her fingers on Rhaenari's mouth.

Rhaenari without any choice swallowed her own ale.
After she cleaned Visenya's fingers thinking they were down Visenya reached down once again, “you might run away again like a mouse my lady,” and plunged in.

It felt like an hour of torture for Rhaenari... Until...

“YOU ANIMALS!!”