cb.coldheart canyon-第58节
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〃You see over there； just beyond the hill？ The deep forest there？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Then you also see the horsemen ing through the trees？〃
〃They're the reason we shouldn't run？〃
〃They are。〃
〃Why？〃
〃They're hunters。 The Duke Goga； who leads them； counts all these lands as his own。〃
〃They're getting closer。〃
〃Yes they are。〃
〃How is that possible？〃
〃What do you mean？〃
〃I mean： how is it possible that they're getting closer to us？ They're in the walls。〃
〃Is that what you think？〃 she said； ing closer to him。 〃Is that what you really believe？〃
He stood still for a moment； and listened to his heart。 What did his heart tell him？ The wind gusted； cold against his face。 It was not a Californian wind。 Overhead； the sun remained eclipsed； though he knew there was no possible way to see the sky from this deep a place in the house。
〃I'm in another world。〃
〃Good；〃 she said。
〃And it's real。〃
〃Again； good。 And does it trouble you； to be in the middle of such a mystery？〃
〃No；〃 he said。 〃I don't know why and I'm not sure I care。〃
She put her arms around him； holding him tighter than she'd held until now； and looked deep into his eyes； looking deeper than she'd ever looked。 〃It doesn't matter； my love。 Whether it's in my head； or your head； or the head of God…〃
〃…or the Devil？〃
〃…or the Devil。 It doesn't matter。 Not to us。〃 She spoke the last three words as a near whisper； close to his ear。 He kissed her。 He realized now how cannily she'd led him…teasing him with outlandish visions…ghosts and ungodly pleasures； slowly deconstructing his beliefs about what was real and what was not。 All in preparation for this wonder of wonders。
〃Nothing matters to us； huh？〃 he said between kisses。
〃We're above it all；〃 she said。 As she spoke she put her hand down between his legs。 He was like a rock。
〃You want to make love to me？〃
〃Of course I do。〃
〃You want to go back up to bed？〃
〃No。 I want to do it right here。〃 He pointed to the hard ground at their feet。
Again； she laughed。 This new…found fire in him seemed to entertain her。 She lifted up her dress； so that he could have sight of her。 She was naked。
〃Lie down；〃 he told her。
She did so without a second instruction； lifting and parting her legs as she lay at his feet； so that he should have full disclosure of her。 She ran her hand over herself。 Into the groove； and out again； wet； to touch her anus。 He could hear the rhythm of the hunters' horses in the ground underfoot。 Duke Goga and his party were getting closer。 Todd glanced up towards the trees。 He could no longer see the men： the forest had bee too deep。 But they were nearby。
No matter。 He could watch the hunters another day。 Right now he had sport of his own。 He unbuttoned his pants and let his dick spring out。 Katya sat up instantly and took it in her hand； rubbing it。 〃So big。〃
Maybe it was； maybe it wasn't。 He liked the fact that she said it； and there was an appetite for it in her eyes； the likes of which he'd never seen on a woman's face before。 She started to pull on his cock； not to pleasure him； simply to bring him down to her； into her。
He went down on his knees between her legs。 Such was the lightness of her dress that it could be lifted up almost to her neck； to expose her belly and breasts。 He put his face down against her flat stomach； licking her navel then going up to her breasts。 It had always been a fantasy of his to wash a woman with his tongue； every inch of her； from the corners of her eyes； to the cleft of her buttocks； simply to be her servant； bathing her with his tongue。 This was the woman he would realize that fantasy with； he knew。 This was the woman he would realize every fantasy with； and hers was the body with which he could play freely； doing anything his heart desired； anything。
That was the only word of this sexual delirium that escaped him： 〃。。。anything。〃
But she seemed to know what it meant because she raised his face from her breasts； and smiled at him。 〃Yes； I know；〃 she said。 〃Anything you want。 And for me…〃
〃Anything you want。〃
〃Yes。〃
She took hold of the collar of his shirt； and drew his face closer to hers。 They kissed； while she moved beneath him； seeming not to care about the hard dirt against her naked buttocks； her naked back。 He had his hands either side of her； to support himself。 But that was all he needed to do。 She was perfectly capable of doing the rest。 She lifted her hips a little and caught the head of his cock between her labia； then； sighing； she delivered herself up and upon it in one sweet motion。
Now she put her arms around his neck； and let out a most extraordinary sigh： a sound of plete abandonment。
Todd looked down at her face with something that began to feel like helpless adoration。 The polishers who'd put a shine on everything in this strange world must have saved their best labors for her。 The down on her cheek； the dark curve of her lashes； the fabulous hierarchy of lilacs and blues and turquoise in her eyes； all were perfect。 She was almost unbearably beautiful： his eyes stung at the sight of her。
〃I love you；〃 he said。
The words came out with such ease that they were said before he had chance to spoil them by making a performance out of them。
Of course he'd said it before； plenty of times （too many times； in truth） but never like this。 It sounded； for the first time； simple。 Simple and true。 She raised her head from the ground； until her lips were almost touching his。
〃I love you too；〃 she whispered。
〃Yes？〃
〃You know I do。 You're the one I've waited for； Todd。 All these years。 I've been patient； because I knew you'd e。〃
She pressed her hips up towards him； sheathing him pletely。 Then； still holding onto him； she began to pull herself off him a little way； just until the head of his dick was about to find the air； then smothering it again； down to the root。
There was a heavy reverberation in the ground。 Todd could feel it through his palms。
〃The hunters。。。〃 he said。
〃Yes；〃 she said； as though this was of little consequence。 〃Goga's close。 We should stay very still until he's passed by。〃
She drew Todd down on top of her。 He couldn't see the huntsmen yet； but the noise was getting louder nevertheless。 The reverberations made the little shards of rock around her head； decorated with tiny fragments of fossil； dance。
Finally； they came into view； rising over the crest of a hill some twenty…five or thirty yards from where they lay； locked together。
There were five of them in the Duke's party； and they looked as though they'd been riding for a very long time。 Their horses shone with sweat； and the men…all of whom were dressed in tattered tunics…showed signs of extreme fatigue。 But even their exhaustion had a kind of livid beauty to it。 Their skin was as bright； or brighter； than the bone that it concealed； their eyes； which were sunk deep in their sockets； had a fevered brilliance in them。 Todd wasn't surprised they looked so harried； given the orders of beast he'd glimpsed here。 Yes； there were wild pigs and stags； but there were other kinds of creature； far less easily categorized； things that looked as though the Devil had had a hand in their design。 Lethal quarry； no doubt。 Indeed there were signs that the party had been recently attacked。 One of the horses had a number of deep gashes on its rump； and its rider had dearly suffered in the encounter。 His left arm hung limply； and a large dark bloodstain had spread from a place under his arm across a third of his upper body。 His lips were drawn back from his teeth in pain； his eyelids drooping。
Even if Katya hadn't named the leader； it would have been clear to Todd that he was of a higher social standing than his panions； his horse a more finely bred animal than those the others rode； its mane and tail braided。 As for the man himself； he was almost as beautifully coifed as his mount； his full； dark beard well…shaped； his long hair a good deal cleaner than that of his panions。 But these cosmetic polishes aside； he was in no better shape than his fellow riders。 His eyes were sunk deep into his skull and his body； for all the upright position he held in his saddle； was full of little tics； as though he were unfortable in his own skin。 In his left hand he held the reins of his horse。 His right rested on the golden pommel of his sword； ready to unsheathe the blade in a heartbeat。
Todd had never played in a medieval movie…his face was far too contemporary； and his acting skills too rudimentary for an audience to believe him as anything but a modern man。 But he'd seen his share of epics： the kind Heston had made in the fifties and early sixties： all rhetoric and pose…striking。 The men approaching them looked nothing like the well…fed heroes of those epics。 Their bodies were wizened； their looks so intense they looked more like escaped lunatics than hunters。
Goga raised his right hand （which was missing two fingers） and with a silent gesture slowed the advance of the party。 The men…sensing their leader's apprehension…proceeded to scan the landscape around them； looking for some sign of their enemy； whoever； or whatever； it was。
Todd stayed very st
