Chapter 12: Kaelira, the Silkbinder
It began with a whisper.
Not words. Just breath. Hot against Riven's ear.
When he opened his eyes, he wasn't in his tent anymore.
He lay on a bed of black silk, his wrists tied in loose knots of glowing ribbon. Candles flickered in a circle around him — some suspended midair, some floating on pools of scented oil.
The air tasted of clove and sex.
And then she appeared.
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She walked from the shadows with a slow, deliberate grace. Not tall. Not delicate. But curves—abundant, womanly, commanding.
Her name flowed into his mind like steam:
Kaelira.
She wore a bodysuit of spider-silk — translucent, hugging every inch of her body. Her breasts bounced gently with each step, full and round, barely contained. Her hips swayed with the confidence of someone who knew how they made men suffer.
She climbed onto the bed.
Straddled his hips.
And smiled.
> "You're wondering if this is real," she said, undoing the ribbon binding his wrists with a snap of her fingers. "The answer doesn't matter."
> "What do you want?" he asked, voice thick.
She leaned down, her breasts brushing his bare chest.
> "Everything."
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Her kiss was slow at first.
Soft. Exploring.
Then her tongue slid into his mouth, commanding, hungry. Her hands roamed his chest, his arms, his thighs — nails grazing skin, lips trailing heat down his jawline.
She undressed him with skillful precision. His pants, his tunic — gone in moments. His cock stood hard and ready, twitching under her heated gaze.
> "So beautiful," she whispered, crawling downward, her breasts dragging across his abs. "So hard for me."
She kissed the head of his cock — once, gently — then again, slower.
Then her mouth engulfed him.
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She sucked with the rhythm of a song only she knew. Slow, deep, then faster. Her tongue danced around him, teasing every sensitive inch. She moaned as she sucked, sending vibrations straight into his spine. Her fingers played with his balls, gently tugging, while her throat took him deeper and deeper until his hips bucked upward.
> "Kaelira—gods—I'm close—"
She pulled away with a wet pop, licking her lips.
> "Not yet," she whispered, eyes burning. "I want to feel you inside me when you come."
She stood, peeled off her bodysuit in one slow motion — her breasts spilling free, nipples stiff, her skin glowing in candlelight. Her pussy was dripping, trimmed to a perfect line, lips parted with arousal.
> "Watch me," she said.
And she straddled him again.
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Riven gasped as she sank down onto him — slow, inch by inch — her heat wrapping around him like velvet.
She moaned.
> "So thick. Gods, yes..."
She rode him slowly at first, hips grinding in tight circles, her breasts bouncing just above his mouth. He sucked on one nipple, then the other, his hands gripping her waist as she picked up speed.
> "Touch me," she breathed.
He did — one hand cupping her breast, the other slipping between them to rub her clit. She shuddered, riding harder now, faster, the sound of their bodies filling the air.
> "Cum inside me," she gasped. "I want to feel you fill me."
He thrust upward, met her rhythm, lost control.
> "Kaelira—!"
> "Yes! Now!"
He came with a cry, hips jerking as he poured into her, her pussy milking every drop. She screamed her own climax, shaking violently, collapsing onto his chest.
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They lay there, tangled, her breasts pressed against him, his cock still twitching inside her, their sweat mingling on silk.
> "You're not dreaming," she whispered in his ear. "I'm real. I'm yours. But only for tonight."
She kissed him — slow, deep, full of promise.
Then she vanished into candlelight.
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Riven awoke the next morning in his tent, but something was different.
His chest still held the scent of clove and silk.
And in his palm — curled like a lover's whisper — was a red ribbon, still warm.