The World of Alderest - II - Solyma Van Dolcies - Epilogue

Epilogue: On the world of the Corthronos

Solyma and Tancred had found the cave a few hours earlier, just in time to avoid the massive thunderstorm stomping across the landscape. It was located in a small range of hills just within visual range of the towering abandoned cities that were scattered over the landscape. With luck and Solyma's weaves of concealment, they had managed to escape the Corthronos. A small spring flowed from the back of the cave, and they still had the tough yet nourishing roots scavenged a day earlier.

"I'm taken care of," Solyma said by the small fire, tying off a bandage around her upper arm. "But what about you?"

"I'm feeling hungry," Tancred said. The numerous injuries he had taken during their first fight with the Corthronos had yet to heal.

"There's only one solution to that."

"Yes."

"Try not to take too much, I'd rather not end up as a vampire," Solyma said as she shifted into a more comfortable spot and tilted her head to expose her neck.

Tancred licked dry lips as he leaned over Solyma. He ran one hand up her back and buried the other in her hair. Solyma closed her eyes as she felt Tancred's lips brush her skin, a gasp escaped her lips as he bit into her neck.

She sighed softly as he began to drink from her, her hands moving to his head as she lay back on cavern floor. Tancred pushed up her tunic and began to caress her breasts as she struggled to pull off his shirt. His hands moved down her stomach and grabbed the waistband of her breeches, with a single pull he yanked them down to her knees. Tancred pulled away from her, licking the blood from his lips to tug her breeches off her slender legs.

Solyma spread her legs in invitation as Tancred finished pulling off his clothes. He knelt between her thighs and kissed her deeply as he thrust into her. Solyma gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, her hands clutching at his back as he buried himself in her.

She shuddered as he bit at her neck again. Her nails dug into his back as Solyma felt an orgasm rising. She whimpered in pleasure, eyes wide and glazed over. She squeezed her eyes shut as her climax washed over her, her back arching against Tancred and her thighs tightening around his waist.

"Gods, Tancred," she moaned.

He raised himself over her, supporting himself with his hands, and began to thrust into her rapidly. She let out a moan with each push, her voice rising in pitch as his tempo increased.

"Yes, Tancred!" she managed to gasp between thrusts.

Tancred groaned as he fucked Solyma's writhing body. Her blood surged through his veins, filling his mind with a red mist scented of cinnamon. He lost control of himself with the smell of her and feel of soft skin on his. With a wild roar he thrust one last time and his hips froze. His cock throbbed and spilled his seed deep within her. Solyma screamed in pleasure, her hands clutching at Tancred's shoulders. Her second climax left her limp and breathless beneath him, her heart racing. Tancred softly kissed her again, his hand gently stroking her hair as he rolled off of her.

For a moment they lay there, all thoughts of danger and the Corthronos banished from their minds.

"Did you hear something?" Hector asked the silent room. Around him, the group looked up but said nothing. "It sounded like a moan, or a scream."

"Good or bad?" asked Asgrim.

"Uhm. Good?" Hector said.

Bradley and the Chancellor grinned while Kerrith looked out the window and coughed embarrassedly.

"I guess this means Tancred is alive as well," Asgrim said.

"We'll find them," the Chancellor said, looking at Hector, "We'll find them."

The End