The World of Alderest - II - Solyma Van Dolcies - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Visitors, Old Friends, and Passing Clouds

Solyma winced and pulled the covers over her head as Hector called to her. She buried her face in her pillow as he opened the door.

"Solyma, wake up. Now," he said, pulling the covers off of her.

She groaned. "Morning already?" she asked while slowly sitting up. She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. Dim grey light filtered through the windows. A thick fog was all that she could see through the windows.

"Would you like me to get your breakfast for you?" Hector asked, his gauntlets folded across the empty air where his chest would be.

"No, could you find out if there's a gymnasium in the palace?"

"There is. It's located on the bottom floor of this wing, almost directly under us."

"Oh. How do you know?"

"I took the liberty of exploring the palace while you were out with your 'friend.' I have a feeling we'll end up needing to escape very rapidly before long."

"You're too damn pessimistic Hector. We get chased out of town one time and you think we have targets painted on our backs." Solyma got up off the bed and walked to the bathroom. "Try to relax. I need to work out after breakfast, why don't you join me? I need someone to practice with."

"As you wish."

"And stop that servant act. You never used to agree with me and its starting to get to me." She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door as Hector floated out of the room.

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Elena woke with a start. She jerked herself upright, looking around the bedroom nervously. There was no one else there. Her clothes had been folded over a chair by the bed. She snatched them up and began to pull them on as she hopped towards the living room.

The door was back. She paused to comb her hair into some semblance of order before stepping out of the room. She walked down the hallway and down to the common room. The early morning sun shone through the glass of the patio doors onto the early morning shift cleaning the inn in preparation for breakfast. She was surprised to see that Valkersan's table had remained uncleaned.

"Good morning, Elena," the innkeeper said. "You're here early, did you decide to sleep here?"

"Er, what? Oh, yes, yes," she said, her gaze drawn back to the table. "Why isn't that table cleaned?"

"What table?" She pointed. "I don't see-. Oh. I don't know. I don't remember having a party that ate that much. Oh well, I'll do it myself." She watched in amazement as Curwen the innkeeper cleared the table. Curwen who never forgot a customer, much less one who paid in featureless gold coins.

Elena realized that something was filling her pocket. She reached in and pulled out a heavy pouch. Opening it, she saw enough gold to pay for the mage's feast and more.

She quickly closed the pouch and shoved it back into her pocket. Lost in thought, she walked to the door. As she left the inn, Curwen called out a friendly goodbye, unheard by her.

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Valkersan stood in the prow of the ship, letting the wind whip over him. The ship's sails were billowed with an unusual wind propelling it down the Song River. Merkin crouched behind him, his hands tight on the ship's rails.

Valkersan smiled as he thought of last night. The ship's mast creaked as the wind gusted. Behind him sailors did their best to stay as far away from him as possible, making a holy sign to whatever god or goddess they worshipped whenever they had to get near him. The ship would reach Corannon in a day at this speed and every sailor on board would be glad when that happened.

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Solyma panted and wiped the sweat from her forehead as she leaned over to catch her breath. Sweat had soaked through the long tunic she wore, sticking the fabric to her back and breasts. Her bare legs shone with perspiration as she adjusted her sandals.

"You'll never get any better at this if you keep taking breaks," Hector said.

Solyma looked up him. He was holding a target dummy in one hand and a practice saber in his other. "Not," she panted, "my, fault, that, you, don't, get, tired."

"Actually, it is. You were the one who summoned me and decided on my characteristics. Sometimes I do wish you would have studied a bit more and given me a body, all the other familiars get one."

"I did my best," Solyma said straightening up. "I keep telling you, you want to go off and work for someone else, someone who can conjure you a body, go right ahead."

She brought her saber up and lunged at him. "Admit it. You enjoy being with me. You may act like you want a boring normal life, but you really love the excitement."

Hector backed away, parrying Solyma's cuts. "I'm sorry, but the only reason I stay with you is because I couldn't bear to think of the damage you'd do if I wasn't around to stop you." He bobbed to the side and flicked his saber at Solyma's arm. She yelped as it smacked into her arm loudly.

"Dammit, be careful! That could have drawn blood."

"My apologies, my lady," Hector said with a small bow.

Solyma darted forward as he rose from his bow and brought her blade down on his helmet. It rang like a bell as Hector riposted almost catching her leg. She spun to the side and sliced just under his helmet where it would have cleanly separated a man's head from his body.

"Better," he said.

Solyma shrugged. "It's not-" She was interrupted by loud clapping. Adelard stepped from the doorway into the gymnasium.

"Bravo, my little mage. It seems that you have more talents than I imagined," he said, walking forward to kiss her. "I've brought someone who I think you should meet."

"Who?" asked Solyma, stepping back to look over his shoulder.

"Penelope Taladron, she's from the north."

"An elf?"

"Yes, she's here to study at the College. I thought that since you're going to be teaching you could show her around."

"Teaching? Oh, Adelard! You talked to the Chancellor?"

Adelard smiled smugly. "Well, the Chancellor is a close personal friend of mine. I merely told him of how talented you were and how eager you were for a teaching position. He happened to have a position open-."

Solyma jumped at him, kissing him delightedly while wrapping her arms around him. Adelard returned the kiss, swinging her around him. Solyma made a triumphant thumbs up sign to Hector as she spun by him.

"Thank you so much!" Solyma cried happily when they finally settled down.

"There is nothing I wouldn't do for my little mage," Adelard said, stroking Solyma's cheek. Solyma smiled and giggled.

"Now, I have to go back to my house and attend to some business. Do you think you'll be able to show Penelope around?"

"Of course. I'd be glad to, where is she?"

"Just outside, I'll send her in. Let's meet for dinner. I will send a messenger for you."

"I'd be happy to."

Adelard kissed her hand and left the gymnasium.

As he was walking out Solyma muttered, "I'm getting sick of him already."

"You do not have to associate with him," Hector said.

"He got me the teaching position at the College. I'm going to milk him for everything he's got. Imagine what someone like him gives to his mistresses, we could get thousands of marks worth of jewelry and clothes!"

Hector brought his finger across his throat while nodding to someone behind Solyma. Solyma turned with a bright smile on her face. A slender elfin girl of perhaps thirty years stood shyly by the doorway. She had waist length blond hair hanging loose down her back and brilliant blue eyes.

"Hello," she said quietly, "my name is Penelope Taladron." She paused nervously, sliding her foot in slow circles around the floor. "You're Solyma van Dolceis?"

Solyma nodded, her heart beginning to race, entranced by the girls beauty. Her eyes wandered up and down the girls slim body, tracing the lines of her legs under her dress up to her slender waist. She licked her lips at the exquisite bosom hidden beneath the silk of Penelope's dress and bit her lip as she stared at the girl's pointed ears. A slow shudder ran through her as she imagined nibbling on those ears and kissing her way down, slowly to...

"Adelard told me about you. He said you were very gifted," Penelope finally said.

Solyma stood silently, staring at Penelope. Hector slowly floated next to her and nudged her ribs. She jerked herself out of her reverie, shaking her head.

"Yes, well. What exactly did he tell you?"

"Um. He said that you were supposed to be one of the best mages on the continent."

"Did he really?"

"Yes."

Solyma smiled. "I suppose I am rather good," she said cockily, brushing her hair back from her forehead. She looked down at her sweat soaked tunic. "I suppose I must look like a mess. Why don't we go back to my rooms and I'll clean up. Then we can walk over to the College."

Penelope nodded and twisted the fabric of her dress in her hands. "How did you meet Adelard?" she asked hesitantly.

Solyma paused as she knelt by her practice gear. "Why do you ask?" she said as she gathered her saber other training weapons.

"Well, you seem to like him very much. I, um, wondered if he acts differently around other people."

"What do you mean, act differently?"

"Well, he keeps, touching me." The elf girl blushed and looked out the gymnasium windows.

Solyma grimaced inside. Just what I need, competition, she thought. "Oh, I wouldn't worry. He's just friendly. It's cultural."

Penelope nodded quickly. "That's good. I don't know much about humans. He just reminded me of the suitors I'd get at my mother's court."

Solyma cursed silently. "Don't pay any attention to him, he's harmless. In fact, if he keeps doing that, ignore him."

She was glad to see Penelope nod again and smile in relief. Solyma spun around when Penelope suddenly screamed and pointed towards the windows behind her.

A nasty looking insect the size of a man's fist had flown through the open windows. It flew in buzzing loops around the room, dripping sizzling venom from its mandibles.

"What IS that?" Penelope screamed, hurriedly backing toward the door.

Solyma glanced at Hector who shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "But don't worry about it." Solyma quickly wove a fireball in her right hand and tossed it at the hideous bug. She had timed her throw perfectly and the bug exploded in a bright flash of blue flame, leaving nothing but a cloud of greasy ash.

Solyma turned to Penelope. "Nothing to worry about at all," she said, bowing.

Penelope's eyes had lit up with awe at the flashy display of magic. "That was amazing, Solyma!" The elf girl clapped her hands in delight, "You weren't afraid at all! Oh, that was so brave of you!" Penelope ran over to Solyma and grabbed her hand, fairly jumping in excitement. "I'm going to tell everyone about how you saved me!"

Penelope hugged Solyma tightly and kissed her on the cheek. Solyma smiled dazedly as Penelope pulled her out of the gymnasium, still exclaiming over her bravery.

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The docks of Corannon were always busy during the day and only slowed slightly at night. It was said that one could travel to anywhere in the world by booking passage with one of Corannon's famed clipper ships. Valkersan remembered when the clipper ships were still considered new and unusual. Now they where a common sight, their sails billowing in the wind as they headed out to sea.

Now, after nearly a hundred years, he was back in Corannon. "Corannon," he said to himself, "Capitol of the kingdom, jewel of the land. Soon to be mine."

Behind him sailors hurriedly went about the business of unloading the ships cargo of wine and crops from the inland areas of the kingdom. Despite the bustling nature of the docks, Valkersan and Merkin had a empty space surrounding them.

"Merkin, does the Dragoon's Head still operate?" Valkersan asked.

"Yes, my lord," Merkin answered. The dead man was starting to smell in the afternoon heat.

"Take this gold and book me their best rooms. I will be arriving there later in the evening and I expect to have their best food waiting for me." Merkin bowed and scuttled off into the milling crowds of the docks. Valkersan followed his progress for a little while by watching where people would suddenly draw back, pinching their noses shut. After a few moments, Valkersan turned and began to walk towards the College of Magic.

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"This is the Vault. The College stores dangerous artifacts and specimens in it," Solyma said, waving her hand at the massive steel doors to the Vault. They were locked with bolts as thick as her waist and weaves of binding covered the surface, visible even to those not proficient in the magical arts.

"Is it safe?" Penelope asked, standing a little further back from the doors.

"Oh yes, most of the stuff in there isn't really that dangerous. Some of the artifacts could be in the right hands, but no single mage is powerful enough to break the weaves on the door."

"What do they have in there that's so dangerous?"

"There's a demon trapped in a suit of armor, he was pretty mean. There's also a couple of cursed swords, a few cursed mirrors, and at least a dozen cursed crowns."

Penelope nodded. "Could we go somewhere else? Somewhere outside?"

Solyma looked at the elf girl. She was biting her lip in nervousness. "Sure, do you want to see the gardens?"

"Yes, that sounds very good."

The two women walked down the dirty corridor towards the stairs leading to the upper levels. Their footsteps echoed around the basement walls them finally faded away. Behind them, behind the Vault's doors, a cobwebbed suit of armor shook for second. Dust cascaded from it as the armor stood. Behind its visor, a pair of red eyes flashed into being.

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The College's gardens were famous around the Kingdom. Magic kept the air warm year round and sheltered the garden from the worst of the elements. Tropical plants from the south grew next to pine trees brought from the north. Through it all ran winding dirt paths with benches spaced out for students to study or just relax.

"This is much better than those basements," Penelope said. "It reminds me of home."

"I've never been to your country, what is it like?" Solyma asked.

They sat on one of the benches as Penelope told Solyma about ancient trees sheltering warm glades of fragrant flowers and soft grass, about castles floating on the forest canopy, and rivers that flowed through gardens planted in the trees.

Evening was falling as Penelope finished talking of her homeland. The sun filled the gardens with a golden light as it began to sink below the horizon. Solyma slid closer to Penelope as the garden cooled.

"Do you have anyone waiting for you at home?" she whispered.

Penelope was entranced by the beauty of the sunlight shining off of the trees and grass. "No, my parents wanted me to see the world before they betrothed me," she said distractedly.

"No handsome elf prince?" Solyma moved next to Penelope, her leg gently touching Penelope's.

Penelope blushed. "No, I don't get to meet many people outside the palace. This is my first time in a city by myself."

"Really? You must be lonely."

"I suppose I am. But I'm lucky that Adelard introduced us, otherwise I wouldn't have anyone to talk to."

"Yes, I certainly am lucky that he introduced us." She moved her hand to Penelope's thigh and gently squeezed.

Penelope smiled, comforted by the gesture. "You've been so nice to me, how can I ever thank you?"

"Oh, I don't know. A kiss?" Solyma moved until her face was only inches away from Penelope's.

"A kiss? Is that all you want?" Penelope seemed confused.

"Yes," Solyma said, running her hand over Penelope's thigh.

"Well, if that's all you want," Penelope said. The elf girl leaned forward as Solyma closed her eyes to accept the kiss. "You humans are so strange."

Solyma was rudely surprised when Penelope kissed her lightly on the cheek and stood up. "You are so kind, Solyma. Anyone else would have wanted some money or a favor from my mother."

"Wait, that wasn't the type of kiss-" Solyma began, only to be cut off by a loud, muffled explosion from beneath the gardens.

The ground rocked crazily for a few seconds as birds shot from their perches to circle overhead.

"What was that?" Penelope asked, her eyes wide and frightened.

"I don't know. Wait here while I investigate."

Solyma hiked her skirt up as she ran towards the stairway to the lower levels of the College. She was the first to arrive at the gaping hole where the Vault doors once were. A madly flapping book nearly smashed into her head as she stood gaping at the damage done to the doors. The magically tempered steel had been buckled and torn like tinfoil. Even the hinges had been torn from their bindings to the wall.

Behind her, the other mages were quickly gathering. Students and teachers alike were staring in awe at the destruction. A few of the more level minded ones were capturing the artifacts attempting to escape. One cursed as a heavy tome gave him a nasty paper cut.

"What is going on here?" the Chancellor roared, his robes flapping behind him and his staff tapping the floor, as he strode towards Solyma. "By Aeleon, what did this?" he gasped when he saw the remains of the Vault doors. "Sound the alert!" he yelled.

The Chancellor motioned for the senior mages to assemble around him as a student broke the alarm seal mounted on the wall. Every mage in the hallway could feel the College's defenses hum to life as it was sealed off from the outside world.

"You," the Chancellor said, pointing at Solyma. "What happened?"

Solyma looked nervously around at the gathered mages. "I don't know. It was, uh, like this when I got here."

The Chancellor peered at her suspiciously. "You're the new lecturer aren't you? Adelard told me about you. He said you were skilled." He motioned to the assembled mages around him. "Form up young lady, we're getting to the bottom of this."

Solyma reluctantly joined the mages as they cautiously entered the Vault. Most of them had weaves ready in their hands while others were wielding staves and wands. The Vault looked almost untouched. Nothing seemed to have been taken or moved except for what had escaped on its own.

"Aeleon's blood! Asgrim, its escaped!" The Chancellor pointed in horror at a pile of mithril chains lying shattered on the floor, their links melted and twisted. A shaft of sunlight illuminated the scene, emanating from a hole melted through the ceiling. The tips of tree branches could be seen swaying beyond the edge of the hole.

"Its in the gardens," Solyma whispered. She turned and ran past the onlooking students and took the stairs in threes. She was panting when she burst into the garden, looking frantically for Penelope. "Penelope?" she called softly. "Where are you?"

"Over here," the elf girl whispered.

Solyma turned to see her crouched behind a bush. She had blended in perfectly, her elvish background serving her well.

"Did you see a suit of armor come out of that hole?" Solyma asked.

"Yes, someone was with it."

"Did you see who?"

"I don't know, it was a man with a staff."

"No, it couldn't be him." Solyma shook her head. He was long dead, she thought. "Where'd they go?"

Penelope pointed towards the far end of the gardens where they abutted the College offices.

"Stay here," Solyma warned as she began to creep away.

After a few minutes of sneaking through the paths of the garden, Solyma could hear conversation coming from near the offices. She gasped in surprise and nearly tripped when she recognized the speakers.

"I have freed you, Asgrim. Now we shall resume our conquest of the world." It was Valkersan. Solyma sank behind a tree trunk. She realized that she was sweating in fear. "Are you not glad? We swore we would one day divide the world between us."

"I am sorry, old friend," this voice was a booming echo, the voice of Asgrim. "I have spent my imprisonment contemplating my life. I have realized that I have wasted the time I have been given in pursuit of selfish goals."

There was a long silence. Then Valkersan spoke again, "You disappoint me. I had thought you stronger than this. You have joined the weak, ineffectual worms that we always despised. Out of deference to our one time friendship, I will not destroy you, but I warn you, do not cross me or you will regret it."

"I do regret many things, Valkersan. There is still time to repent. There is good in your heart, you can free it."

"Good?" Valkersan roared, his voice shaking leaves from the branches. "We were never, good. I was never, good." He spat the last word. "I will take what is rightfully mine and let the fires take the rest!" Valkersan's roaring voice caused the ground to shake.

Solyma began to crawl slowly away from Valkersan and Asgrim. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest. It nearly stopped when she heard Valkersan call out to her.

"Solyma? Yes, that is you. Stop." He unleashed a weave of binding with his last word. Solyma desperately spun a counter weave and managed to keep it at bay. Her efforts were ineffective though. The effort necessary to counter Valkersan's weave was keeping her from trying to escape. She watched in horror as Valkersan shattered trees hundreds of years old with a wave of his staff, merely because they stood in his way. Behind him she could see the seven foot tall bulk of Shadow steel forged into the intricate mass of Asgrim's armor. A single horn projected from the forehead of his helmet while his two-handed sword, nearly as tall as he was, was sheathed on his back. "Solyma," Valkersan said, stopping next to where she lay on the ground. He watched idly as she struggled with his weave. "You've grown stronger. Perhaps if you had been this strong seventy years ago you would not have needed to plunge a knife into my back."

"May Hel's blood take you, Valkersan. You should have stayed dead."

The mage's lips quirked. "Such a curse from such a pretty girl." His smile disappeared. "Where is my crystal?"

"Gone. I destroyed it."

"Where is it?" Valkersan emphasized his words by forcing his weave down on Solyma. She ground her teeth as the weave began to pin her to the ground. He leaned over her and bared his teeth. Solyma watched as lightning began to coruscate over them. "Where is it?" he screamed.

"You'll never get it, you impotent bastard!"

Valkersan raised his hand to dash his staff into her stomach. Solyma closed her eyes and braced herself as the staff fell. After a moment, when the impact did not come, she opened her eyes. She was amazed to see Asgrim's massive fist around Valkersan's.

"I cannot allow you to hurt her," Asgrim rumbled. "She is as much my friend as you are."

"Traitor!" Valkersan spat. With a wave of his other hand he summoned a monstrous weave of flame and air and hurled it at Asgrim. The demon flew back against the wall of the building, engulfed in a maelstrom of flame, and smashed through the wall to disappear inside. "Now," Valkersan said, turning back to the prone form of Solyma, "we finish this farce."

"Step away from her!" Solyma heard the Chancellor bellow.

Valkersan looked up and saw the assembled teaching staff of the College gathered in the garden. "We'll settle this later," he whispered to Solyma. With a contemptuous twirl of his cloak, he spun and stepped through a portal which closed immediately behind him.

The weave evaporated from over Solyma. She sat up, wiping the sweat from her face.

"Who was that?" the Chancellor asked, offering his hand to her.

Solyma took it gratefully. "I don't know," she lied. "He was talking with Asgrim."

The Chancellor looked over at the side of the building. A large hole had been knocked out of the side of the builiding. He shook his head sadly. "I"m afraid that was your office," he said.

"Of course it was," Solyma said.

There was a collective gasp as something emerged from the hole. Solyma and the Chancellor watched as Asgrim pulled himself through the wall. His armor was scorched in places but otherwise whole and undamaged. Dozens of hands conjured weaves as he walked slowly toward the mages.

"Stand and present yourself, demon," the Chancellor said.

The mages were amazed to see the demon kneel, bowing his horned helmet to the Chancellor. "I, Asgrim, Baron of Takrask, present myself to you, my lord. I have been freed from my imprisonment against my will, I will gladly return to my chains whenever you wish."

"Dear gods, this mess will take forever to deal with. Asgrim, do I have your word that you will not commit violence or try to escape while you are my guest?"

"You do, my lord."

"Then let's retire to my office so we can sort this out. Solyma, I'm sorry that the College was not more hospitable to you. Why don't you go rest? I'll send word if I need to speak with you."

Solyma nodded. She looked at the kneeling Asgrim. Deep within his visor, she thought she saw a single bright flash of red appear in the darkness then fade. She quickly looked around. The Chancellor was busy speaking with the College guards and the rest of the mages were returning to whatever business they had to attend to. She turned back to Asgrim and nervously winked back.

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"It was so horrible! I thought that he was going to kill me!" Solyma blurted out to Adelard. They were seated on a sofa in her chambers next to a quietly crackling fire. "I was sooo scared." She shivered.

Adelard nodded and reached out to squeeze her shoulder. "Oh, my poor little mage. I'm very proud of how well you behaved, worrying about Penelope even though you were in danger. I'm sure her mother will be very grateful to me, to us for keeping her safe." He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, rectangular velvet covered box. "Here, I brought you something as a token of my gratitude." Adelard opened the box and revealed a gold necklace with an brilliant emerald hanging from it.

Solyma's eyes widened. "It's, it's beautiful," she whispered.

"It matches your eyes, here, let me put it on you." Solyma carefully lifted up the silken mass of her hair as Adelard reached up to place the necklace around her neck. She smiled at the feel of his fingertips brushing across her neck.

Solyma reached up to gingerly touch the emerald hanging from her neck. She looked up at Adelard, her eyes full of tears. "Thank you so much," she said in a husky voice.

"You are most welcome," he said.

"What can I ever do to thank you?" she whispered. Solyma moved closer to him, leaning her upper body against him. She pressed her breasts against his arm while looking up into his eyes.

"Hmm," he said, eying where her dress had ridden up, revealing her slim stocking clad legs. "I can think of a few things."

"Anything."

Adelard moved his hands up to hold her head as he kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss eagerly, her hands moving to pull off his jacket. She moaned into his mouth as he began to slide the dress off her shoulders. He peeled her dress down, exposing her breasts and then pushed her onto the couch.

"Oh, Adelard," she moaned.

He continued tugging her dress down over her hips. He stepped back, dropping the dress behind the couch, and admired the way the emerald necklace hung between her bare breasts. He bent and kissed her stomach and slid his hand under the waistband of her underwear. Solyma gasped as his fingers began to slide back and forth across her and then curled into her.

Adelard watched pleasure ripple across her face as he felt her grow even wetter beneath his fingers. Her lovely green eyes opened wide as she stared sightlessly at the flickering firelight dancing over the ceiling. She licked her red, full lips, then bit them as Adelard rubbed her clit.

Solyma began to pant as Adelard pulled her underwear down her legs, his fingers staying in her, leaving her wearing only the necklace and a pair of thigh high stockings. He kissed her again, one hand rubbing her breasts, the other thrusting deep into her. She fell back onto the arm of the couch as Adelard leaned over her. He kissed her again and pushed deeper into her. The soft material of his shirt rubbed against Solyma's stiff nipples making her moan softly.

Adelard suddenly moved back while removing his clothes. Solyma smiled as he gently spread her thighs apart, baring her sex to him. He moved over her, pausing to hold his manhood at her entrance and looked into her eyes. She cried out loudly as he entered her, slowly pushing deep.

She clasped her arms around his back as he began to pump into her rhythmically. "Oh, yes, yes," she moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist. They kissed again as he plunged deep into her. She began to gasp with each of his thrusts, her hands roving over his skin. She began to whimper softly as she felt her climax approaching. Adelard responded by increasing the tempo of his thrusts into her.

With a sudden shock Solyma felt herself climax. The suddenness surprised her, as she squeezed Adelard fiercely. He continued to fuck her, taking his time and savoring the feel of her inner walls fluttering against his cock. Solyma lay under him, panting, feeling herself become increasingly aroused by the slow motions of Adelard's cock. With a mischievous smile she sat up and pushed him to the side onto the couch while rolling on top of him. She drew her knees up onto the couch and began to slowly raise herself above his cock before dropping back down onto it.

Adelard leaned forward to suck on her inviting breasts. His mouth moved back and forth while his hands cupped her bottom. Each motion of Solyma's hips brought him closer to orgasm. He looked up at her questioningly when she raised herself off of him and stepped back.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Solyma responded by gracefully dropping to her knees and spreading his legs apart. She slowly moved between them as she grasped his wet cock with her right hand. Adelard groaned as she kissed the tip lightly and then slid the head between her moist lips.

Solyma could taste herself on Adelard as she carefully worked him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock as she took him deeper. She could feel his hands move to her hair and begin stroking gently. Solyma moved her hand off his cock and began to run her fingertips over his balls, gently stroking them while her other hand slipped between her thighs. She sank lower on his shaft and paused when he hit the back of her mouth. Adelard's hands began to gently push down on her head. She complied to the pressure and slowly took him down her throat. She heard him grunt as she worked her lips down his shaft, until they finally nuzzled the hair at the base of his cock.

Adelard watched as his cock disappeared deep into her throat. She kept him there for a long while, her throat tight around him. Then she began to bob her head up and down, letting his entire cock slip out of her mouth before running her tongue around the tip and sinking back down on it. He was entranced by the graceful movements of her head and the teasing sight of her hand moving between her legs. Her exquisite ministrations were too much for him. He grunted a warning to Solyma and then began to shoot his seed into her waiting mouth.

Solyma felt his cum fill her mouth and tasted it hungrily. She slowly began to swallow it, savoring the feel and taste as it slipped down her throat. She stroked his shaft with one hand, squeezing out as much of his cum as possible into her mouth, while her other hand pumped fingers increasingly faster into herself. When he finally stopped, she lingeringly let his cock slip from between her lips. She smiled, her lips sealed, as she lifted her face to Adelard and swallowed the mouthful of cum, letting a trickle of it escape and dribble down her chin to land on the upper slopes of her breasts. As the white drops dotted her smooth skin, she felt herself orgasm against her fingers, with a low gasp and moan. Feigning surprise she used her wet fingers to scoop the stray cum from her breast and slowly sucked her digits clean of both Adelard's and her juices.

Adelard pulled her onto the couch next to him and draped a blanket over their sweating bodies. Solyma rested her head on his shoulder sighing contentedly.

Adelard turned her face towards him. "You were incredible," he said.

"I've never done that for a man before," she said, shyly looking away towards the fire. "They've wanted me to, but you were the first. Was I good enough?" She looked up hopefully at him.

"You were decent, but I think you'll need to practice much more before you become truly skilled at it."

Solyma fought to keep a straight face. Don't kill him, she told herself, it's not worth it. She ended up pulling his arm over her shoulders and staring at the fire while grinding her teeth together. "I will, Adelard. I hope I can get better at it," she finally said.

"I'm sure you will."

Solyma wondered if her whole scheme was worth the effort.

Continued in Chapter 3

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