Legends of Belariath

Lupine

Full Moon - Satin Sheets

After Rhys, it was hard for me to even think of dabbling in hedonistic pleasures ever again, let alone remotely feel anything close to affection towards anyone. I couldn’t help but feel... used. 23 summers of age... Met someone, fell madly in lust, and from that coupling bore a child – only to lose everything that ever mattered. Happy endings, they say. Rubbish.

Sheer desperation to get away from it all drove me to venture deeper into the relatively unknown parts outside the city walls, moving from town to town in my eagerness to leave everything behind. Shying away from contact with others and choosing instead to travel alone, solitude was my only defence against the whirlwind of emotions within me, and I was determined to exploit it. Packing light, all I had taken with me aside from clothing and money were my dagger and whip tucked safely away within my cloak, yet easily accessible should the unforeseen need arise. Nothing much in worldly possessions, since these only carried with them unwanted memories, of which I wanted nothing to do with at that point of time. Footing it from shabby village to inn from place to place and making it a point never to stay for more than two nights consecutively at each abode, my once adequate pouch of money soon ran dangerously close to becoming depleted. Turning back was not an option, and neither was begging in my eyes... although admittedly I had come close to doing so on several occasions. Stubborn, dignified pride simply stood in the way. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Almost three months since I left the camp. The weather had recently taken a turn for the worse, and it had been snowing hard for the past couple of weeks in the town of Aetre. Where indeed? I hadn’t the slightest clue as I trudged wearily through calf-deep snow; warm, albeit thin cloak wrapped tightly around my shift-clad torso, in hope of finding a cheap inn to take refuge in for the night. Leather boots soaked through and through by the surrounding snow left my toes chilled to the bone, satin shift clinging wetly to me as the snow melted from my body warmth. Desperately rubbing frostbitten bare hands together in an effort to keep warm and yet shivering in spite of myself, sheer exhaustion threatened to envelope me. Miles of snow lay ahead, and not a single inn in sight. I was all too ready to slump against a withered tree stump and let sleep drift over me, perhaps never to wake again after indifferent frostbite had set in over the night.

Stumbling blindly through the shadows of the dark, it was close to midnight before I finally yielded to temptation and stooped gratefully next to a large boulder, closing my eyes and resting my throbbing temple against it. While it clearly wasn’t much of a help against the bitter, relentless snowstorm, it did help to keep out the chilly winds from the north as I lay huddled and shivering behind it, ragged breath emerging as billows of smoke in the night. How I managed to drift off into a fitful sleep is beyond me, but eventually the lethal combination of bitter cold and exhaustion took over, and for a brief moment, all of life’s worries came to naught as I slumped lifeless against the rock, passed out cold and unconscious; entirely oblivious to what may have taken place.

I do suppose anything could have happened after I lost consciousness that night. But perhaps there is something in the helpless vulnerability of a young, attractive female that appeals, both to the malevolently inclined and kind-hearted. For it was surely sheer grace that had made Alya glance twice at the slumped figure half-buried in the sheets of snow. Her father had been reluctant, but she had gotten off her mare for a closer look in spite of his warnings, her eyes widening in astonished shock as she realized I was still alive. Teetering right on the edge of the precipice of death maybe, but still breathing. Imploring her father not to leave me stranded in the blistering cold, she had me carefully strapped onto her mount, herself taking to walking beside me the rest of the arduous 5-mile journey back to their humble dwellings.

***

Stirring groggily beneath heavy down covers a couple of days later to find myself in an entirely foreign surrounding, my first instinctive reflex was to reach for the dagger hidden within my cloak. Problem being, I had no said cloak upon me. Nor anything else, for that matter. This I was abruptly enlightened to as I bolted into a sitting position, sending the maroon satin covers cascading down my feverish skin and leaving me completely bared to the waist, entirely nude beneath. Having not always been as indifferent with regard to nudity as I am now, it was all I could do then to wrench the covers around my naked body in apprehensive embarrassment, huddling deeper into them whilst I glanced frantically about the room.

For what I initially thought of as a makeshift shelter of sorts, the said room was tastefully furnished, albeit a tad small. Much too lavish for a slave kennel either, with its decidedly feminine aura in decor. Warily shifting about on the bed as I trailed my gaze over the various items about the room, the soft, melodious chuckle that met my ears startled me from my scrutiny.

“Are you always this skittish?” Stepping forth from the couch in the corner, she whom the voice belonged to had to be the most gorgeous being I had ever laid my eyes on. Dressed in a simple midnight blue silk shift that clung to her womanly curves and accentuated the gentle swell of her petite breasts... her small, tawny nipples just barely discernible against the fabric; Alya was truly a sight to behold. Silken ash blonde hair that fell to her shoulders framed a sweet, youthful human mien, her cheeks the color of fresh cherry blossoms in spring; a pair of deep-set, mesmerizing turquoise eyes that seemed to blaze with sheer sensuality atop her sun-kissed skin... all but gazing right back at me. Even from that distance, she was absolutely stunning. Jaw agape, and unable to tear my stupefied gaze off her as she approached the bed, I was utterly speechless.

I must have sat staring dumbstruck for ages. Finally snapping out of my spellbound reverie, however, when she smiled in barely stifled amusement and took yet a step closer, I was helpless to stop the low, threatening growl that escaped from the back of my throat. Yanking the covers tightly around me, I scrambled clumsily to move higher up the luxurious bed away from her. Skittish?? Me? Of all the cheek! Mm, but what smooth, luscious cheeks…oh for god’s sake…not now! Shaking my head to clear the highly inappropriate thoughts rampaging through my filthy mind (it probably had been too long without), I suppose I must have come across rather strongly in my intentional dismissal of her.

“That’s got nothing to do with you... Who*are* you, and where am I anyway? Why have you brought me here?” Glaring back at her through slit grey pupils, my hands clutching the covers clenched apprehensively into fists, acutely conscious of my stark nakedness beneath them. What in blazes did she do with my clothes?? I was adamantly determined not to let this siren affect me. Which was next to impossible, since every single inch of her delectable being exuded raw, undiluted sensuality.

Shivering beneath the covers, I stubbornly refused to admit it then, but my entire body was literally burning up inside. The warmth of the satin covers against my skin did naught to soothe the chill flitting across my torso, but fueled instead the intense heat boiling within me. Hardly ever been one to take kindly to help proffered by a stranger, I would much rather have chosen to suffer in silence than risk a possible loss of pride, even if it meant uncertain death. Just innate, I suppose. A Wolven trait. Keeping a wary eye on her whilst I obstinately surveyed the room for a possible exit, the glazed, blurry sheen that slowly crept into my eyes inevitably took its toll, and without so much as a grunt, I toppled back unconscious against the cool satin sheets.

Shaking her head in obvious disapproval, my self-appointed guardian moved to tug at the covers bunched tightly around me and arranged them once again over my body, which had by now taken on a slight pinkish flush all over. Laying her soft, cool palm atop my burning forehead, her soft, startled gasp needed no further interpretation – my condition was gradually deteriorating as the days passed. Hurriedly whispering a Heal Spell under her breath, Alya’s attempts to improve my situation were meagre in their effectiveness, but nevertheless did manage to keep me sustained on the brink. Wringing a clean towel constantly dipped into a basin of cool water, she brought it to my feverish skin over and over again, staying up like that the entire night, diligently sponging me in an attempt to keep my tumultuous body heat down. Never once pausing in her diligent attention, it was only til the wee hours of the morning before she reluctantly eased herself onto the small, cramped couch in the corner (I had obviously taken up her bed) and slept fitfully, if at all... only to faithfully continue without fail at the crack of dawn. This lapsed on for almost a week, whilst her father was reluctantly away searching for a healer skilled enough to treat me – at her bidding, as I later found out.

It was a thankless job, for I was unconscious half the time she selflessly took care of me. The few isolated times that I did stir were spent in most uncomfortable silence, at least on my part – partially due to the fact that I was almost always in various states of undress; and more so, because of her dangerously close proximity. The nagging thought that she must have seen and touched me countless of times in my current weakened and naked state embarrassed me greatly, and I found it terribly difficult to express my heartfelt gratitude; choosing instead to maintain my sullen silence. Deep within, however, I was falling fast... and hard. So much for willpower.

Rhys had been my first and only lover prior to then, and he was as full-blooded as males came about. Never before had I felt such... strange stirrings within me towards someone of the same fair sex, let alone one of Alya’s unsurpassed beauty and genteelness. I was terrified, to tell the truth. Terrified, that anytime now, I would be found out and condemned as a freak by all who knew... terrified, even more so, that she didn’t and wouldn’t feel the same way. Such thoughts made me all the more deliberately aloof and cruelly indifferent towards her, for fear of her ever catching on to the way I thought about her late at night. How my hand would invariably find itself sliding down my taut belly towards the unsurprisingly damp apex between my thighs; and how, under the cover of darkness, I would bring myself to stifled climax after climax just thinking of how her sensuous body would feel writhing against mine in the throes of pleasure. And as I lay panting softly thereafter, whimpering in my unsatiated desire, how many a wistful glance was cast towards her innocently sleeping form on the couch, wondering if she would ever know how I felt...

***

It had been almost a month now since Alya had stumbled upon me that fateful night, and I was mortified at having had to extend my stay that long, being unable to pay for my fair share of lodging. A much-renowned healer had been employed to see to it that I got better, and upon his last visit he had unanimously declared that I was soon to be able to be up and about on my feet once again. After nearly three weeks spent lying semi-paralytic in bed unable to even muster the strength to walk, this came as tremendously joyous news. At last, I needn’t continue to be a cumbersome burden to my overtly kind benefactors any longer. Well... in a way, I suppose. All this time the chemistry between Alya and myself had clearly been subdued; me on my part keeping up the stubborn appearance of not wanting to have much to do with her, and her... just seeming to accept it, much to my disappointment. I wanted to hear she cared; needed to hear just how much my shabby treatment of her was utterly uncalled for... coming forth from her sweet lips. But silence seemed to be our common passion. Many an evening was spent with the two of us sitting awkwardly reticent in her room whilst dinner was served, although I must admit that I had greatly come to look forward to this particular part of the day, under her insistence that she hand-fed me each time. So I took advantage of it – being the heartless bitch I was, letting her do as she pleased while I remained steadfastly resolute and withdrawn on the exterior.

The situation that evening was as per normal, although for some reason or another I could almost sense the mounting tension in the room, much like a looming, threatening storm. Apparently, Alya had come to hear of my eminent departure earlier in the day through her father. I didn’t want to assume... and yet, how unusually subdued she seemed, steadfastly averting her gaze from my indifferent glance even as she brought a piece of grilled poultry to my lips. Curiously watching her as I accepted the tasty morsel, I could have sworn her fingers trembled as they lingered just a fraction longer than they should have, their tips gently tracing the curve of my pouty bottom lip. But before I could even expel the breath I hadn’t been conscious of holding, she abruptly dropped her hand and thrust the dish she had been holding into my lap, whipping around to hastily storm out of the room. Left staring helplessly after her retreating silhouette, I could have mentally kicked myself for just having let her leave without so much as a protest – I could have sworn there were tears in her eyes. I suppose I deserved it... I spent my first night alone that night. She didn’t return.

I’m not usually one for this romance-mush muck. Hardly, even as of now, and it seriously scared the hell out of me to be feeling that way back then. Even with Rhys it had been entirely different in magnitude. Certainly I did feel strongly about him, but somehow... it just wasn’t the way Alya seemed to take up every waking moment of my thoughts. It was close to dusk the next day when I finally awoke, finding myself having to squint in the dim light to see; the ritual glance towards the neglected couch yielding nothing yet again. Sighing and pulling the duvet loosely around me I sat up in bed, resting my head back against the headboard – playing the silent muse true to form. Only to feel the soft, silky warmth of a decidedly feminine torso pressed close against my side beneath the covers.

It couldn’t be. Gasping at the feel of soft, tender lips pressed so gently upon my own, there was no other doubt as to whom they belonged to, even in the misleading darkness. Resting my bewildered gaze upon her shift-clad silhouette, my voice came forth as a low, husky whisper when I finally found my tongue. “Alya…?” It was all I could do to keep from trembling.

Her graceful movements were fluid and purposeful as her cool fingertips slowly brushed across my lips, the single whisper that left her own speaking volumes. “Shh…let me do the talking.” Trailing her fingers almost reverently down my neck, she leant forth to once again melt her soft, delicate lips against mine, the pink tip of her tongue gently probing and seeking entrance. How could I possibly have refused such a request? Parting my lips without the slightest resistance, my errant tongue slid hesitantly against hers within my mouth, our sweet minty breaths mingling as the sound of soft breathing grew gradually audible in the otherwise quiet room. If she had heard the wild, erratic thumping of my heart against ribcage, she certainly gave no indication as her fingers danced lower across my robe, down towards the valley in between my heaving breasts. And when the tip of her index delicately brushed my achingly stiff nipples over the dark satin, every nerve in my body went into hypersensitive overload. I could not remember ever being this aroused before. God, and she had only kissed me.

Fingers loosening their clutch on the covers slid to gently cup her cheek, my hand trembling uncontrollably against the smooth dusky skin. Pulling back from the kiss with a soft gasp, Alya’s sweet, husky voice was my only command. “I want you to tell me everything that pleases you, Lup.” Unsurprisingly, words failed me, and my only semblance of an answer was a barely audible whimper escaping from between parted lips as I gazed back into her luminous baby-blues, entirely incapable of anything else in my state of delirious desire. Chuckling softly, Alya slid her hands lower to tug lightly at the tassels of my robe, her nimble fingers working like liquid quicksilver to loosen them. Slipping her hands under the satin as it parted and slowly pushing it over my bare shoulders, she seemed intent on keeping up her end of the bargain. “For instance, when you’re alone at night and you make love to yourself, which hand do you use?” Oh my god. She knew. I could have died from embarrassment there and then. For a moment I was thankful for the dimness so she couldn’t see the bright pink flush creeping into my cheeks. Her palms grazed my nipples as they lowered once again, and it was all I could do to refrain from exploding there and then, so badly did I crave her.

Reaching for her left hand with my right, I squeezed it in reply, not quite trusting my voice enough to speak. She smiled, bringing it to her lips and gently kissing my palm. “Which finger?” I indicated the middle digit with an almost indiscernible nod of my head, running my tongue across my suddenly dry lips to moisten them. “I’m so envious of this finger, then,” she continued, smile widening as she took it into her warm mouth, running the tip of her tongue along its length in the most toe-curling, pussy-dampening way I had ever seen or felt. I was almost teetering on the brink of an orgasm from that alone.

Alya made love to my finger, keeping her smouldering gaze locked on mine. Sliding her lips back up to kiss the fingertip, she seemed to almost savour my crumbing state of composure. And still she continued talking. “And when this is bathed in your warm juices after your orgasm has subsided, do you like to taste yourself?” Oh godddd…please Alya, please…shut up and fuck me already! I was burning at the stake, trembling hard against her warm, sensuous body pressed so close against mine, nodding almost violently. “Y-yes.” There was no way I could keep my voice from quivering. The grin widened. “So…after I eat you, you’ll enjoy tasting yourself on my lips?”

That did it. The room started spinning there and then. I think I came. I can’t remember now, but my molten insides were positively churning; trembling inner thighs slick with my own hot juices beneath the covers as I shuddered in her arms, clutching on to the sheets as if for dear life. Oh dear god, please help me. Whimpering as the sudden flood of delightful sensations slowly subsided, I had to do something before I passed out. Taking her face in my shaky hands, I pulled her to me and our lips met once again, tongues languidly caressing each other as I leant back against the sheets, Alya straddled atop my newly enlightened body. Somehow amidst the tussle my robe had come fully undone, and as I wriggled to shimmy out of it, Alya eased herself off me and stood, the flowing white silk shift hanging from her like smoke blowing in the midnight air. I held my breath. By god... she was a vision of erotic seduction. And she was about to make love to me.

Smiling down at me, my angel blew me a kiss as she slowly parted her legs to reveal the mere wisp of silk panties adorning her hips, the narrow cloth patch only slightly wider than her slit. Her labia peeked enticingly from each side; pink and baby smooth... just begging to be suckled and loved. I could have sworn I was hyperventilating from the lack of air wheezing into my lungs. As I watched, Alya slipped her shift off, the translucent article of clothing fluttering to the bed like soft morning mist. Then she casually slid her palm down her taut belly towards the string holding up her tiny panties and untied it, letting them drop away before kneeling to straddle me once again, both hands resting upon her slender hips. Purring softly as she parted her thighs once again, she leant down to kiss both my already stiff-to-the-point-of-exploding nipples, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from between my parted lips. Her beautiful bare sex was right in front of me, the labia pink and puffy, slit opening slightly and letting her delicate inner folds peek out. Her hood barely hid her swollen clit, and a soft whimper came from deep inside me as I realized what she offered me I wanted to the point of pain. All I could think about was tasting her sweet pussy. “P-please, Alya... don’t t-tease me like that... please!” I was shamelessly reduced to begging.

Grinning impishly, Alya reached down to spread herself open with her fingertips. The dim light reflected off her moist, pink inner walls, and when she slid a finger within to dab in the moisture gathered, it glistened with her delectable juices. Purrr. “You’re making me very wet, love.” I could have died – I could feel the trickle of my own helpless arousal running down to my ass. Growling huskily from the back of my throat, I tried to reach and touch her but she held my arms down at my sides while she gently lowered herself fully atop me, the first rush of bare skin on skin sending another avalanche of sensations through me. I wrapped my thighs tightly around her waist, determined never to let her go. Alya slowly brought her lips to mine, our eager tongues dancing together like mating butterflies in spring, moaning softly into each other’s mouths. Slowly grinding her hips against mine in a maddening rhythm, she broke the kiss, an almost helpless glimmer in her gorgeous blue eyes as she whispered against my skin, gently licking my rock-hard nipples. “I love you, Lup. Right from the day you glared back at me. And I can’t help it if I do... I just couldn’t deal with you having to leave.”

I used to have nipples. At that very moment they were rocket nosecones just about ready to blast off into orbit. And when she bent to take the first one into her sweet, warm mouth, the boosters instantly ignited. All hell broke loose. Writhing for all I was worth against her, I arched my back, pressing my aching, soaked pussy up into her own and grinding... desperate for contact with her sweet luscious body. My thigh came up in between her parted ones, pressing hard against her sex, and suddenly we were a mess of slithery, sweaty bodies; bellies sliding wetly across each other as we humped, the squelching and squishing of wet skin against skin filling the entire room in an orgiastic concerto.

Gasping out in between raggedly drawn pants, I could hardly recognize my own animalistic growls. Our motions were almost in perfect synchrony as she gracefully maneuvered around until she was just mere inches from my hungry mouth in a typical soixante neuf, her pink gaping folds swollen and oh so enticingly dripping. Streams of her honey juices ran down the insides of each toned thigh, smearing my flushed cheeks as I lunged upwards, running my greedy tongue all the way from her throbbing clit to her rosebud anus. My lips immediately sought her pulsing clit, sucking hard on it before assaulting it with hard flicks of my tongue; and at the same instant, Alya parted my pussylips and started a raw, frantic licking fury down below. We were obscene – to call it fucking was way too polite. Our writhing bodies were thoroughly soaked in sweat, entwined in a passionate tangle of flailing limbs and grinding bodies atop the satin sheets, rocking back and forth in a pussy-eating frenzy. The harder I licked, the more she gave me; right up to the point where I gave up trying to catch every drop and lay back, chin and neck glistening with traces of her silvery juices, panting hard as I latched on tightly to her clit and sucked like there was no tomorrow.

Arching my hips up hard into her relentless talented tongue as the avalanche of an orgasm swept through every single nerve ending in me, I sank my teeth lightly into the base of her swollen pleasure nub, flicking the tip of my tongue once, hard across its trapped surface. And at the very same instant, Alya stiffened against me, her long throaty moan of ecstasy sending delicate shivers along my spine as her warm cascade of nectar flooded over my tongue and into my eagerly awaiting lips, quenching my thirst but for the first time that night...

***

We lay like that for a very long time, gently kissing and licking each other’s trembling bodies as they quivered with tiny aftershocks, simply revelling in the warmth of post-coital bliss. Finally rolling over onto her back and righting herself, Alya reached for my hand and slipped her own smaller one into it, our fingers interlocking as we turned onto our sides, trading tender kisses and nuzzles; bodies entwined at the hip as we tasted ourselves on each other’s lips. We made love over and over into the endless night – inquisitive fingers and eager tongues roaming, exploring, loving... memorizing every hidden treasure of sensual curve and contour. Words of love whispered and prayed; terms of endearment cried and screamed. I had never known love before this. Had never known love before her.

I loved her with every ounce of stubborn will within me, and she did in return. What more could I possibly desire? Plenty, as it turned out later. But for now, the warm satin sheets were heaven.

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