Black Dorn on WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This snippet is a continuation from my erotic medieval romance - Black Dorn.
Set Up –Branwyn gets some time alone with Malack
(for those who haven't started at the beginning – Duna means instructor –  so Duna Trea is Branwyn's instructor. A Dune is one who is to be instructed. Branwyn is a Dune. Gon means King, Gon Dra means Heir to the Throne and lastly, tragor means duty.)

Branwyn wandered along the paths that wound about the flower gardens and out into the meadow. She thought about how much her life had changed in the last few weeks. Everything was so different at Black Dorn; women displayed their bodies, adults spanked like children and she had touched a man and brought him release. Even from a distance, she could tell it was Malack who rode in her direction. He slowed his horse. Branwyn dropped to her knees and lowered her head. "Trea let you out?" "Yes, Gon-Dra Malack." "Stand." She rose and looked up at Malack then gasped when he scooped her up and set her behind him on his horse. Reining it around, Malack urged his horse to trot across the grass. Tightly holding on around Malack’s waist, Branwyn reveled in the closeness of him. His back and arms felt strong and his scent made her head swirl. He slowed his horse near a creek, jumped off, and helped her to the ground. Again, she knelt and lowered her head. "Stand." He held out his hand. "We are alone." "I do not understand, Gon-Dra." She gripped his hand and let him assist her. "Call me Malack. Use my name. Not my birthright." He busied himself with his horse, loosening the reins and leading the animal to the river. While it drank, he opened a sack and pulled out a wineskin. He pulled out his knife, cut off a chunk of bread and cheese, then handed them to Branwyn. She accepted it then settled under a willow tree near the creek’s edge. He sat beside her and ate his meal. Finished with her lunch, she sipped her wine in silence, admiring the sound of the creek and the birds. With quick glances, she studied Malack. His eyes were the depth of some of the blue flowers in the garden. A faint scar marred his left cheek. His face was shorn of beard, but for the slight stubble of a new day’s growth. His features were pleasing--very pleasing--to her.






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