Chapter 146 Eltania

Chapter 146 Eltania

Eltanin helped Tania out of the carriage as soon as it stopped on the street that led to the port. Surrounded by at least a dozen guards, no one would dare to approach them. The street fell completely silent upon seeing the king. It was as if they were used to this kind of a scenario. As their king walked through the crowd, they all bowed to him and none dared to move.

Tania studied the closely stacked ships, examined every vendor stall and asked him more than a dozen questions. Eltanin had gathered that this was her first visit to a port. He glanced at her and found her looking so doe-eyed, that his chest squeezed.

Fafnir was with them, keeping a close watchful eye on the people around them. He led the way down another busy street, Eltanin and Tania following in silence as they walked through the thin alley, which had tall houses with balconies hanging from the top. They approached a spiral staircase at the end and then to a floor with wooden planks that bobbed up and down with every step you put on them, reminding you of the sea below.

They reached a small deck that led to a beautiful ship called 'Stormy Eyes' with large sails and a white and golden exterior. It had only one story. Eltanin held her hand firmly and helped her aboard the ship. As soon as they set their feet onto the ship, the shouts and scuffles of his crew rang out, preparing to set sail.

Tania watched them all through her veil with wonder. They climbed a small spiral staircase that led them to a sprawling room fit for the king. It had a large bed in the center with red silks and black pillows. Small sconces were lit inside imparting a soft buttery glow to the room. There was a table and a chair at one end. A round window with gauzy curtains directly faced the sea.

As soon as Fafnir closed the door behind them, Eltanin removed Tania's veil. He cupped her face and their gazes locked. "I have been dying to remove that veil," he murmured. He leaned into her and kissed her. She whimpered into his mouth when he delved his tongue deep into her. She didn't know how or when, but she ended up naked in front of him and so did he. He lifted her deftly and moved her legs around his hips. She groaned as he lifted her body, slowly, effortless. Her hands snaked around his neck as he gently went down her back and to her hips. Growing lusty, she grounded herself against him, wrenching a deep and delicious rumble from his chest. Tania was on fire and he was her cure. His mouth found hers as he carried her to the bed and by the time she sank onto the bed, with his weight above her, he devoured her hungrily.

Sparks built inside of her and her gift surfaced. A storm rippled to dangerous levels in her core. Her gift flowed out in blue smoky tendrils. She was on the edge of a cliff and wanted to go over it—needed to go over it.

She melted into his kiss zealously, burning like a phoenix.

"I need to be inside you," he rasped and delved his fingers into her panties. "God, you are soaked." He sank his finger inside her and she growled with urgent need. He pumped them in and out ardently and she bucked her hips as much as she could pressed under him. "Say my name, Tania." His voice was rough and guttural and she could feel that he was in as much pain as she was.

"Eltania," she said through her emotions.

He growled and sunk two fingers inside her. Yes, they were Eltania. Two bodies and one soul. Could he love her more after the endearment?

He increased the pace of his fingers and with a loud cry and a shudder, she came all over his fingers. He removed his fingers immediately and plunged his cock inside her in one go, filling her to the hilt. Her head hit the headboard and she groaned his name. She dug her fingers into his flesh. He drove inside her wildly, his arms and shoulder muscles bulging. She groaned and matched his pace. The room was filled with flesh hitting against flesh, groans and tendrils of blue that wrapped them both.

Suddenly, he removed himself. She gave a reluctant, frustrated cry. He flipped her on her belly. He lifted her up by grabbing her waist making her sit on her elbows and knees. He wrapped her hair around his fist and yanked her head up as he drove his needy cock inside her. He stopped for a while as she adjusted to the position and then began plowing into her with abandon. The storm inside her blasted and she stilled before she screamed his name as she came all around him. Feeling the ripples of her sheath, he couldn't stop and with a bellow to the ceiling, he filled her with his hot seeds. He slumped over her and thrust his shaft inside her lazily, involuntarily, while kissing her shoulders and back, while listening to her soft purrs. He rolled to the side, taking her with him and then spooned her. Both slept in each other's company, feeling relaxed once again.

Eltanin woke up an hour later. Tania was still sleeping. He looked over at her, lovingly, before he left the room in his trousers. He found Fafnir behind the wheel. The crew on the foredeck were yelling out instructions.

"We are heading northwest, Your Highness," Fafnir said as he approached. Fafnir had an excited look in his eyes.

"How long before we reach the point?"

"Another hour. You can go and sleep more, Your Highness. I have got a good grip on Stormy Eye." He nodded at the sturdy grasp on the wheel.

Fafnir always knew what to do when they headed to his mother's kingdom, Stourin.

"No, I would rather do the needful," he said firmly.

On his cue, Fafnir nodded to a young boy on the foredeck. He ascended the stairs to stand to their side with a bowl in his hand. Eltanin grabbed the knife that Fafnir gave him. He rolled his sleeve up and sliced the skin on his forearm. Immediately the boy held the bowl under his arm. Blood dropped inside it. At that moment Tania stepped in. She froze at the door as she watched the scene with horror. Every crimson drop of blood was caught in the bowl. As soon as half a bowl was filled, Eltanin wrapped his arm and the boy gave him a clean piece of linen to tie it, after which he bowed to him. He stood behind the wheel to replace Fafnir.

"What is going on?" Tania asked, terrified as she glanced at the bowl.

"It's a small ritual that has to be done for the Jade Sea," he said with a smile as he rolled his sleeve down. "Come," he said and held her hand to lead her outside.

Fafnir carried the bowl in his hand. They followed him to the front of the ship. He dipped a small cloth in the blood and started making a symbol on the outside of the rail.