Chapter 3

The Betrayer - by Hypnohypno

Chapter 4

When she awoke, she was back in her own tent, in the army's camp. She was lying in her makeshift bed, which was nothing more than a pile of animal skins, the last of which was draped over her. She could sense that her body had been washed, and her dark curls were no longer in the disheveled state that they had been in during the battle.

It was night, and Asiara could only see by the light of two candles that had been set at the foot of her bed. She could hear sounds of subdued revelry as the surviving members of the army celebrated their victory, yet mourned the loss of so many of their comrades. The first thought that crossed her mind was, once again, the extent of their losses – far more than ever should have happened.

What would the Queen think? Asiara shuddered to think of it. Still, she would have no choice but to return to her Queen and inform her of what had happened. It would be a long march, much like another march that she had once made to the Queen's castle. But Asiara decided not to think of that.

"I see you're awake." Asiara sat bolt upright, her hand instinctively reaching for the dagger that she always had beside her bed. Her hand found the hilt of the blade, but relaxed when she saw who was speaking to her. Sitting in the corner, mostly covered in the shadows that the candles in the tent cast, was Calean. As Asiara realized who it was, she became aware that her chest was exposed, displaying her nakedness – and her rock hard nipples that still felt the thrill of battle lust that had inflamed her earlier.

Still, Asiara did nothing to cover herself. After all, Calean had already watched her writhe in orgasm, and seen her fight in the light of day with not a wisp of clothing covering her. And besides, if he was distracted by her naked breasts, that could be to her benefit. Calean had always proven loyal to Asiara, but he was a magi nonetheless, and Asiara had to be careful to keep the upper hand lest he use his magic to try to control her mind or her will.

"I see that you are a voyeur," was Asiara's response to Calean.

"I prefer to think of myself as a concerned and protective ally. You went through quite the ordeal today. I didn't think you should be left alone."

"I thank you for your concern," Asiara said sarcastically while allowing the wry smile that had disarmed so many men and women to spread across her face.

Her body was still charged with sexual energy, and she began to look at Calean as a possible way to discharge it. He was unlike most of the men that she had taken to her bed. They were usually warriors, tall and powerful, with thick muscles and broad shoulders. But Calean was slight. He was by no means short, nor was he skinny or weak. Instead, Asiara could see that underneath her robes he was probably muscular in a wiry manner, his physique the product of casual exercise meant to help sharpen his mind rather than the result of intense physical training.

It would be a welcome change of pace, Asiara mused, though she would have to keep her guard up.

"So tell me," Asiara purred, "what did you think of the battle today?"

"Well, you were quite the sight to behold."

"Yes, I imagine so. It's not every day that I get to experience having a Goddess inside me."

"And if what I saw on the battlefield was any indication, she's left some traces of her ... invasion, inside you, too."

"Yes, indeed, I think my body is capable of things it never was before."

"That's impressive – I've heard some rather intense stories about what your body was capable of."

"I'm sure you have. Do you believe all of them?"

"I'm sure there were elements of truth to what I've heard, but from what I saw on the battlefield, those stories are obsolete now."

"I suppose. Although I still don't know exactly what I'm capable of now."

"And how do you propose finding out?"

Asiara flung the pelt that still covered the lower half of her body off of the bed, revealing her entire naked body to the mage sitting in the corner. "I guess we'll just have to learn from experience." Calean slipped from his chair and knelt on the bed.

"Let's start by exploring the changes to your senses." With that, he slid his hand slowly, sensuously up Asiara's leg, causing her to gasp.

"Well, if we're going to start there then we should explore all of my senses. Why don't you disrobe so that my eyes can have something to stimulate them as well as my skin."

With that, Calean quickly pulled his robe off, revealing his naked body and erect member. Asiara took in the sight before her for just a moment. Calean looked as she had imagined he would – slim, yet strong. She was going to enjoy this. She just had to be careful not to enjoy it too much. She was quite certain that Calean hadn't been waiting in her tent out of genuine concern, and though she was sure that he was looking forward to whatever sexual adventures they were about to embark on, she was also quite certain that his interest in her went beyond physical gratification. She would have to keep a look out for any signs of his spellcasting, as she knew that, if he had the opportunity to cast one of his charms, she would find it very difficult to resist.

The danger of the situation, though, only added to the appeal and as she pulled Calean's body against her own, she found herself panting quickly in anticipation of what was to come. Her sex was already slick with her need, and neither one of them saw any purpose in delaying what they both wanted. With a quick thrust he entered her, causing them both to moan.

Aware of the vulnerability of her position, Asiara held Calean's hips, keeping him planted firmly inside her, as she rolled over. Now straddling him, she began to rock her hips back and forth, tipping her head back slightly in ecstasy, yet keeping a wary eye on the mage below her.

At the moment, though, she sensed no immediate danger, as Calean seemed to be as focused on pleasure as she was. He had begun to thrust his hips upwards, spearing further into her and increasing the pleasure that both of them felt. His hands went to her breasts, rolling the yearning, sensitive nipples between his deft fingers. This wasn't the brutish mauling of her breasts that she was accustomed to from the many warriors she had bedded, nor was it the delicate caress of the many women she had enjoyed. This was something strong, and yet subtle, as hands that had the dexterity to cast complicated spells now worked their magic on her flesh, drawing sensations out of her that no other hands ever had.

For just a moment, Asiara lost herself in the pleasure, but she quickly recovered. Calean was staring up at her, but the look in his eyes was one of lust, not of betrayal. They continued to thrust their sexes together, each reaching new peaks of sexual need, both approaching climax.

But Asiara was finding, once again, that the Goddess's lasting legacy in her body was both intense and powerful. She was responding to Calean's attention far more than she would normally have expected to, regardless of how deft he was at drawing out her passion. The fire that Dathaka had left inside of her was igniting and pushing Asiara towards her sexual peak much faster than she had expected.

This was the most dangerous time, Asiara realized. If Calean planned to try to cast a spell on her, the moment of her climax would be the most likely time for him to make the attempt. As she felt the familiar levels of arousal flowing through her, and heard her moans reaching the tell-tale pitch, she did everything she could to maintain enough focus to react if Calean tried anything.

But then, she was rocked with another surprise. Just as she had experienced while Dathaka still inhabited her body, Asiara's capacity for pleasure was now greater than it had previously been. She crossed the threshold that would have usually resulted in a powerful, quivering orgasm, but this time, it only resulted in a greater level of arousal. She closed her eyes and her concentration slipped as she was overwhelmed by this surprising sensation – rather than achieve release her body simply craved climax to a still greater and greater degree. She moaned in frustration, and tried to will her body to orgasm, but instead her need simply grew.

In the meantime, there was an odd chanting in her ears, and this only seemed to fuel her passion still more. Opening her eyes, she saw that one reason she was being so deeply affected was that she was having sex with the most beautiful man she had ever met. She didn't know why she had never noticed it before, but Calean was simply overwhelming, and she suddenly wanted him more than anyone else she had ever seen. He was staring at her intently, and his mouth was forming words – strange words, in a language she didn't know – and this only added to his allure.