Part 2
I lay next to Adrian's sleeping form as the first light of dawn filtered through the window. The warmth of his body filled the bed. He looked so peaceful asleep, like an angel. Awake, he was a tiger. All power and strength. Now... Now I loved him even more.
His sandy blonde hair fell over his eyes and I brushed it aside. I gazed at him. Was he dreaming of me? Did our nights of passion replay inside his mind.
Had he been an elf I could have peered into his mind and read his soul. With a connection as strong as ours I could have called to him from half a continent away. But he wasn't an elf and I was glad for that. He was human and I wouldn't trade that for the world.
As silently as I could I rolled out of bed and dropped to the floor. In the golden light of dawn I stretched. Light rolled over my lean but powerful body and felt like hot water combined with Adrian's smile.
My bow lay unstrung against the wall. I picked it up and ran my hands over the smooth powerful wood. There was strength there. If only I could be as strong as my bow, perhaps I would be worthy of Adrian.
Moving on tip toes, I scurried about the room and retrieved the scattered articles of my clothing. My jacket could do with a wash so I left it off and just dressed in my leggings and loose blouse.
Decent again, I slipped out of the door and headed for the common room. Perhaps the inn had some nice fresh fruit. Adrian would enjoy fresh fruit for his breakfast.
I padded softly down the hall. As I got closer to the common room, my keen ears picked up the chatter.
Most of it was the normal sort.
There was traveller news: "Did you hear, King Pyth has marched on the spawning pits of Agathor."
There was local gossip: "I hear Old Jack is thinking of selling his place and moving to Slice."
There were the normal lies: "I killed over a hundred acid breathing trolls in the jungle-forests of the southern Vind!"
Then I heard a burst of laughter and my entire world changed.
Like a spark in mine gas, panic flared in my chest. I sprinted forward, dodged around a slow moving guest, kicked off the wall, used the power of my leap to fly head first down the stairs, rolled at the base and sprung upright just as I entered the common room.
I froze, not moving, not breathing, not even thinking. A susurration spread through the room as everything and everyone fell away. Only two people were left: me and Almáriel.
Our eyes met, hers a burning green. Our minds touched.
'Cousin,' she said in the words-without-words.
I didn't respond. I couldn't have. It had been so long since I'd spoken mind-to-mind. It had been decades since I'd even had the opportunity, since I'd met an elf who shared the necessary bond of blood or friendship. Even if I hadn't been out of practice I doubt I could have reached out to her. The shock, the horror, of her being here was too much.
I pulled back, ripping away the connection she had made and returning to the real world. She lounged next to the bar, one hand languishing on Berk's shoulder.
"Get away from her, Berk," I said in a hushed whisper.
She looked between my dwarf friend and me, fake astonishment on her face. "Berk, darling, you didn't tell me you knew my dear cousin Mintë."
"Mintë," said Berk, words slightly slurred by drink. His eyes were red. I doubted he'd gone to bed at all. "I kind of like it."
Gods no. My knees went weak. Tears stung at my eyes; I wanted to die. I left home to escape that nickname and the judgement it represented.
My name was Mistë, not Mintë. The words were similar but so very far apart. Mistë meant the beauty of falling rain. It was a noble, graceful name, full of nature's wonder. Mintë meant small woman. Small. And applied to me it could only mean one thing. The blush reached my tiny breasts and seemed to intensify there.
"You have been gone from home for simply too long, cousin dear," she said. "We worry about you."
Footsteps came up behind me and a hand closed on my shoulder. I looked back. It was Adrian, hair a mess, shirt undone to show his hard sculpted chest.
"And who is this?" said Almáriel, eyes sparkling with delight. She sashayed forward, wide womanly hips swaying, the deep valley of her cleavage very much on display.
"I'm Adrian," said Adrian. "Do I know..." He waved his hand between Berk and I.
"It is fantastic to meet you, Adrian." She swished passed me and laid her hand on his muscular shoulder. "I am Ilmaquen vix Altorno va Airwë vo Almáriel, though you can just call me Almáriel. I'm sure Mintë, sorry I mean Mistë, has told you so much about me."
Almáriel and I were about a height with each other, which meant she was half a head shorter than Adrian. She made the difference work for her and stared up into his slate grey eyes.
"I can't say she has," said Adrian, looking confused.
"She hasn't!" Almáriel was all fake shock and long fluttering eyelashes. "Why cousin, dearest, I could almost think you are ashamed of me."
Berk waved a drunken hand. The last dregs of drink in his mug sloshed. "Our Mistë... Um Mintë? No Mistë, right. Our Mistë doesn't talk about her family much."
Almáriel tisked and shook her head. In a mock whisper she said, "I think our Mistë is ashamed of us. Well, I am Almáriel, daughter of Ettewen, sister to Esciel, who is of course Mistë's mother. It has been so long since I had seen dear Mistë that I just had to come catch up."
"Well, catching up's been great," I lied, "but I'm afraid we don't have much time. We are leaving on an important mission as soon as we are up and fed."
"Oh that's simply terrible," said Almáriel. "And after I came all this way. Is it an awfully important mission?"
"Tis a mission from the King!" said Berk and slammed an empty mug down on the bar. "More beer!"
"My that does sound important. But perhaps..."
"What lass?"
"Well, I suppose, if it is not too much trouble, I could spend a few days travelling with you."
"A pretty thing like you?"
"I promise." She gave a vulpine grin. "I know how to take care of myself."
"Well," said Adrian. He broke free of Almáriel and wrapped me in a reverse hug. "Company is always good and family is important. What do you say, Mistë?"
"I..." I couldn't explain. How could I tell Adrian of the mockery and ridicule. I couldn't explain how I was less than my kin, defective. He was already too good for me. If he knew that, if he knew how truly low I was, he could never love me.
Tears stinging my eyes, I nodded my head. "Of course she can join."
We left around mid day, with fresh food, cleaner clothes and a new companion.
Uialon hit things off with Almáriel. They walked together, chatting about magic, elves and various academic things.
That left me free to travel with Adrian. I stayed as close to him as I could, as if my mere presence could guard him against Almáriel. He didn't seem to mind and took my increased attentions as a good sign. It was lucky none of my companions were women. She would surely have noticed the root of my actions.
Finally, though, Adrian ran ahead to discuss the route with Berk and Almáriel dropped back to talk with me.
'Quite a hunk, isn't he,' she said mind-to-mind. Only the faintest quirk of her lip betrayed our conversation. I wasn't anywhere near as reserved.
A scowl split my face. 'Uialon?' I said with a sinking feeling. The mind word came stiffly but I managed.
Almáriel smiled like a fox. 'There's no way he could be satisfied with someone like you, you know. Come now, Mintë. I am being reasonable. I am willing to share.'
Rage blasted threw me. "You touch him and I will kill you!" I shook with fury and only after a few seconds did I realise I'd drawn my dirk, the blade pressed into her stomach.
She laughed. She laughed like this was some big joke.
I wanted to cry. I did cry. Tears running down my cheeks, I spun and ran away.
Almáriel made good use of my absence and distressed state. I watched through tear stained eyes as she all but hung off Adrian's arm. She laughed at every little thing he said. She batted her eyes. She swung her wide, womanly hips and proffered her full meaty breasts.
It made me feel sick. It made me want to kill her. It made me want to cry. Her words kept echoing through my mind. There's no way he could be satisfied with someone like you. There's no way he could be satisfied with someone like you. There's no way he could be satisfied with someone like you.
They were terrible, hateful words but I knew they were also true words. I looked down at my own boy thin body and up at Almáriel's marvellously sexy form, so full of Sito's blessing. She was right; Adrian could never truly love me over her.
We passed through the site of the goblin attack and this time didn't turn back. The corpses lay much as we'd left them, their black blood too toxic for all but the most hardy of carrion scavengers.
"You must be so brave," crooned Almáriel as she lent on Adrian's arm. Her eyes stared up at his like a puppy dog's.
He chuckled, slightly uncomfortable, and rubbed the back of his head. "Goblins aren't so bad. And I had help. Your cousin is the best archer I've ever met."
That comment leapt through my veins like liquid light. I stood upright and tall for the first time in ages. I might not be worthy of him, but perhaps Adrian could love me all the same.
The first thing I did when we stopped for the night was grab Adrian by his hand and drag him to a secluded section of our camp, where the shadows of several large trees would give us some privacy. "Come on," I said, face set.
"Um," he replied and threw a glance at the rest of our companions. "What are we doing?"
"You are going to fuck me," I said. The word sparked like spice on my tongue.
I shoved him to the ground and then dropped to my knees after him. The ground was wet but I didn't care. I ripped open his belt and pulled his cock loose.
The cock felt alive in my hands, full of promised power. It was long but still only semi-hard, so I gobbled it into my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. Tongue twirling, I bobbed up and down. His thick musky scent filled my mouth and nose.
Once he was hard, I pulled my mouth off his glistening cock and lay back on the grass.
"Fuck me," I said.
"Um?" he said.
"Fuck me!"
He took the hint and moved on top of me. His cock speared my sex and I almost came right then.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I chanted and he did exactly that.
He pounded into my body. My worthless body. My skinny, boyish, titless body. His penis split me apart. It battered my insides. I sung with pleasure I didn't deserve.
Adrian's face hung above me, mouth half open as he grunted with effort. I couldn't look at him. I didn't deserve him.
I closed my eyes, scrunched them shut and tried to will away the pain, but it didn't work. An unwelcome visitor invaded my mind from the depths of my own repressed thoughts.
I saw Almáriel in all her glory. She was naked, skyclad before the Goddess Sito. Her sex sat between her graceful legs, which were framed by her wide hips. Her great, perfectly formed breasts were high and perky. Her skin was silk smooth and so very pale, as if never kissed by sun light. Her copper-red hair fell down her back in a waterfall wave.
And --And --
No!
Adrian was there. He kissed Almáriel, pulling her perfect lips and vulpine face to his. Their faces mashed together, hot with passion. Adrian was ravenous, like a hungry tiger. He was finally with a woman worthy of him.
He shoved her back onto the soft ground and Almáriel let out a burst of deep, heartfelt laughter. Then he was on her.
His rock hard diamond cock speared her body just as in real life he speared mine. They fucked, oh how they fucked. He battered her. So hard. So powerful. So dominant. One agonisingly long stroke disappeared into her body after another. His ass danced in the air, up and down, up and down, as he plundered her depths.
Her long, powerful legs wrapped around his ass and yanked him deep as he spent himself in her oh-so-fertile, goddess blessed womb. His body jerked, once, twice, three times and then lay still.
And -- And --
I came so hard. It rolled through my body like a storm. My sex spasmed around Adrian's cock, clenching oh-so-tight. Adrian gave one final thrust, ground his hips against mine and spurted boiling cum into my body.
In my mind's eye, Adrian and Almáriel cuddled together in a lover's embrace.
I exited out of my orgasm crying softly. Adrian was holding me tight, whispering soft nothings in my ear. This wasn't the first time I'd cried during sex but it was the first in many years. I thought I was past this. I thought I had grown.
Movement caught my eye and I saw Almáriel grinning at my desperate coupling. Her green eyes danced with fire.
Continued in Part 3
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