Aim to Misbehave

She woke up to sunlight streaming in through a crack in the curtains. For a moment she wondered where she was, but then she remembered, stretching her sore muscles. An arm tightened around her middle and drew her in closer. She could feel his breath stirring her hair and she sleepily smiled, closing her eyes as her aches reminded her of the previous night. Even now with everything sore, she grew wet as she relived her favorite moments. She bit her lip as she contemplated being naughty to get what she wanted. She could tell he was still sleeping, but if she wiggled just so, he would wake up. She knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. She could feel him behind her, her big spoon. Trying not to move her body too much, she reached down between her legs and almost whimpered when she touched herself to see how wet she was. She was sore, but it felt good.

“Kitten,” a voice behind her growled. She froze, breathing shallow.

“Yes sir,” she answered softly, her belly tightening at his pet name for her and his growling voice.

“What are you doing?” He asked and her face flushed with guilt.

“N-nothing,” she breathed, stammering.

“Are you lying to Daddy?”

She was silent for a moment and she took too long to answer, gasping softly when his hand encircled her wrist, drawing it up to reach behind her. He smelled her fingers before pulling them into his mouth and this time she did whimper at how his tongue caressed them, slowly running between her two fingers, now wet from his mouth instead. She marveled at how he always hungrily devoured her and she couldn’t help but wiggle her butt against him.

“First warning kitten,” he told her, withdrawing her fingers from his mouth and curling his arm back around her with her own, both their arms now nestled just under her breasts. She stilled, biting her lip again as she contemplated the consequences. She could feel him grow even harder behind her and the temptation was almost more than she could bear. To make it worse, he moved and gently bit her ear, his beard tickling her shoulder. His tongue snaked out and licked the edge of her ear lobe. Her breathing quickened as she nibbled her lip, trying to stay still and be a good girl. Every touch and every move he made lit her on fire as he squeezed her breast, taking her nipple in between his fingers and squeezed, pulling on it. She couldn’t take it anymore as she cried out, thrusting her hips against his and he growled into her ear, biting it harder than before.

He flipped her onto her stomach and the pillow muffled her gasp. He moved the pillow and placed her hands above her head, telling her not to move. She knew what was coming and tried preparing herself, but she still screamed when he spanked her really hard once on each cheek. They were still stinging from his hand when he took the flesh from one cheek into his mouth and bit down, clenching the other in his hand. She had to grasp at the bedsheets to stop herself from moving. Sometimes she aimed to misbehave, but she didn’t want to misbehave too much.

He straddled her and placed his hand in her hair, taking a handful and pulling her head backward. “Has my kitten been naughty this morning?”

“Yes Daddy,” she answered breathily.

“What did you do?”

She shakily breathed in before speaking, “I woke Daddy up and then wiggled my ass against him.”

“That’s right. And does kitten know what happens when she ignores her warning?” His voice in her ear made her quiver and she bit her lip.

“Yes. I get fucked,” she whimpered.

“Good girl,” he said to her, kissing the top of her head and backing off. She felt the absence of him as she lay on her stomach, not moving her arms. She loved hearing those words from him and smiled dreamily. She heard him open a cap on something but didn’t turn to look. She shivered but otherwise didn’t move.

“Bend over the edge of the bed, arms still above your head and don’t move them,” he ordered. She slithered down until her feet touched the floor, ass in the chilly air. Without warning he inserted two fingers inside of her ass and she felt lube on them, and he must have warmed it up before touching her. She gasped and he opened her ass further sticking a third and then fourth finger in. She gritted her teeth and whimpered when he removed his fingers. They were replaced with the tip of his cock, slowly pushing its way inside. Her pussy was so wet and she wanted so badly to rub her clit as he claimed her ass, but she knew she couldn’t. His hands grasped her hips, finding flesh to squeeze as he slowly moved in and out, letting her get used to the feel of him. The lube made her slick and she shivered at the feeling of him inside her ass until he was all the way in and she cried out, clenching at the sheets.

Her clit was throbbing and begging to be touched and she moaned at the aching need. He moved faster, one of his hands abandoning her hips to grab her hair, wrapping it around his fist and pulling. She growled at the feeling of her hair being pulled, and he pulled tighter until her head moved backward and her back arched. He slammed into her harder now, and she loudly moaned with each thrust, her knuckles white, tightly clenching. She adjusted the angle of her hips slightly so her clit was resting against the edge of the bed and rubbed against it and she orgasmed from just a couple of thrusts, her body shaking. He knew what she was doing and he removed his hand from her hair, once again grabbing her hips with both hands and pulled her away from the bed.

“Bad girl,” he growled, pounding into her ass even harder, the sound of flesh hitting flesh drowned out by her cries.

She knew he was cumming when she felt him quiver and throb inside of her, and then she felt his cum hot inside of her ass and she shook with her own orgasm. He was still inside her when he leaned down and kissed her back, lightly scraping his teeth against her skin, making her shiver. When he pulled out his cum leaked down to the inside of her thighs. He inserted a couple of his fingers in her wet pussy, pressing his thumb against her swollen clit, and she came again, her cheek resting against the bed. He kept moving his fingers in and out of her, relentless with his thumb. She lost count of how many times she came, twitching as she was still bent over the bed. He withdrew his fingers, slick with her wetness. She obediently opened her mouth and sucked on his fingers, tasting herself.

“Thank you Daddy,” she whispered, closing her eyes, satiated.

“You’re welcome baby,” he said to her, kissing the tip of her nose. “Come, let’s shower.” He helped ease her into standing and she was a little shaky. She rested her head on his chest for a moment before walking with him to the shower. She leaned against the wall as he turned on the water and tested it for her, making sure it wasn’t too hot. He held out his hand and she took it, smiling at him. He helped her into the shower, and grabbed the bar of soap, turning it over in his hands to get a lather going. He gently ran the soap up and down each of her arms, moving to suds her breasts, her stomach, and in between her thighs. She bit her lip when he got to that point, the entire area still sensitive. He moved to wash her ass taking care to be gentle, moving down her legs. He placed the soap on a ledge and massaged her legs on the way back up and she sighed, loving his attentions. His hands massaged her hips where his fingers had dug in earlier, moving up to gently kneed her breasts.

He then took her in his arms in a warm embrace, the water at her back as his fingernails lightly scratched it. She could stay here forever in his arms, his caring hold on her mind and body. She tilted her head up to him and he bent his down, their lips touching in a light kiss. She didn’t bite his lip this time, she didn’t want to ruin this sweet moment. She squeezed against him, nothing sexual about it, only the desire to be close to him. He kissed the top of her head and she smiled, nestling her head on his chest. She could live with these consequences from being naughty earlier and looked forward to the next time she misbehaved.

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Awen prowled outside of Gabriella’s door. She wondered if Gabriella knew she was there. She wanted to go in. She always stopped short. Gabriella’s last words had been haunting her for weeks. Somewhere in there was a spot of love for her, although it had become dark and twisted, just like the rest of her. She wanted to go in there and show her who was boss. No talking. She didn’t want to feel anything other than anger. It was anger that fed her now, made her feel whole. Every night she paced outside of the door. Willing herself to go inside. She couldn’t do it. She felt broken.

 

Gabriella listened with an ear to the door, just like she did every night. She could hear Awen pacing outside of her door. She wanted her to come in. She wanted her love. She had realized being here that she never thought about her husband. She wondered if she had ever loved him in the first place. She had respected and admired him, and didn’t want him hurt. She supposed she loved him in a way, but it wasn’t on the same level as she felt for Awen. She felt terrible for betraying her family, but on some level she thought she would do it again given a chance. She stood there as long as Awen walked in front of her door over and over again. She held her breath every time she paused directly in front of the door. But she didn’t come in and eventually Gabriella heard her footsteps fade away and not return. A tear slipped down her cheek. She felt she would go mad if she kept thinking about the past. She felt responsible for so many things.

She brooded on the chair, a leg thrown carelessly over the arm of it. She fell asleep that way and regretted it when she woke up in the middle of the night with a stiff neck. She moved to the bed and curled up on her side in the blanket, tucking it all around her, with an arm under her head. She lay awake staring at the room she was kept in. It was majestic, but she felt alone. She fell into a disturbed sleep plagued by terrible nightmares and sweet dreams, all mixed together.

Gabriella was listening at the door the next night. Awen was pacing again. She stopped in front of the door and was there for a long time. Finally, the knob turned. It was an eternity before the door slowly pushed open. Gabriella stepped back as the door opened. She swallowed when she saw Awen standing there. She wore dark eye makeup and her hair was half tied back. She wore a short gold colored dress that accented her skin color. The dress came so high up on her thighs that it barely covered her ass. The sleeves were long and opened up after the elbow so that it was looser at her wrists. The scoop neck barely covered Awen’s nipples, which were hard at the edge of the fabric. Gabriella’s throat was dry and she tried swallowing again.

Awen kicked the door shut and walked around Gabriella, trailing her finger along the top of her shoulder blades. “You need to be punished,” Awen purred in a low voice, making Gabriella’s insides tighten. She continued to circle her, touching different parts of her body as she did so; her forearm, her ass, the nape of her neck. Gabriella started trembling at her touches. “But no talking,” Awen stated, pulling a ball gag from her dress between her breasts. Awen watched Gabriella as she inserted the ball into her mouth and fastened the strap. Gabriella was breathing hard through her nose.

Awen kicked the back of Gabriella’s knees and she fell, bracing herself with her palms. She grunted, the pain sharp. Awen walked deeper into the room and when she reappeared in front of her, she was holding a flogger. She must have hidden it in the room somewhere.

“You are mine,” Awen seethed. “I’m going to make you remember that. I’m going to make you know that for forever, you are mine.” She walked behind Gabriella, who was still on her hands and knees. Awen roughly lifted her dress and lowered her panties, striking fiercely at Gabriella’s ass. She screamed, the gag muffling most of her sound. Awen swung the flogger over and over again, cracking the ends on her skin. Gabriella started crying, the pain more than she could bear. She deserved this. She had betrayed Awen, and she would take every punishment that she gave her. She had broken her heart.

Awen ripped Gabriella’s dress and panties off of her and she was left nude. The cold air was hitting her nipples, making them hard as her breasts were hanging from her position. Awen ordered her to get up and she complied as quickly as she could.

“Go to the bed,” Awen commanded. Gabriella walked over to the bed and faced her. “Put your arms over your head.” Awen took the ripped dress and tied Gabriella’s hands to the bed posts with it. She whipped Gabriella’s breasts with the flogger and she screamed. The pain was more intense than her ass being whipped. Awen was not gentle and marks immediately formed. Gabriella was crying and saliva was dripping from her mouth. Awen stopped whipping her to bite the fleshy mounds with her sharp teeth, making Gabriella sob. All she could think about was the pain and that she deserved it. She wept from the pain of past, and the present. For the pain she had caused.

Awen continued marking her body with a viciousness that was palpable. She was causing just enough pain to leave bruising and other marks, but not hard enough to cause permanent damage. Gabriella loved her for that. The love she felt offset the intensity of Awen’s bites and slaps. She understood where the rage came from and she forgave her for that. Gabriella wanted to make it up to her, but she knew nothing would suffice so she took what she was given. She would never forget again.

Awen licked Gabriella’s tears from her face as she took the ball gag off. She took her chin firmly in her hand, her fingers squeezing. “You. Are. Mine,” she enunciated each word on its own, her face so close that Gabriella felt her hot breath on her face.

“Yes,” Gabriella choked out.

Awen claimed her mouth with a ferocity Gabriella had never experienced, her tongue hot and thrusting in her mouth. Awen grabbed her hair and yanked backward, exposing her throat, continuing to kiss her. Awen’s hand closed around her throat, crushing. Awen stopped the kiss and watched as Gabriella’s face turned red and started jerking involuntarily from the lack of air. Gabriella wondered if she was going to kill her. She would die at the hand of her love, in her hand. It was fitting. She felt like a part of her had died anyway the day she had forsaken Awen. She finally let go and Gabriella drew in a long, rasping breath.

“I can’t kill you,” Awen whispered. “I’ve wanted to.”

“I’m sorry,” Gabriella whispered back, her voice rough.

“You haven’t suffered nearly enough,” Awen said, turning away from her.

Gabriella had nothing to say. She agreed. She could only stare at Awen as tears fell, blurring her vision. Her body hurt; a mass of angry red marks. She was cold but didn’t dare say anything. There had been nothing sexual about this encounter. It was brutal domination, and Gabriella understood Awen’s need of it. She had created this monster.

Awen turned back to her and released her arms and hands from their bondage on the bed without saying anything. Her face was a mask and Gabriella tried to see any semblance of emotion. She saw nothing. She didn’t even see Awen’s hand pull back to give her a powerful smack in the face, her head whipping to the side with the force. She kept her head there, not daring to look. She heard Awen leave but she stood there for a long time, feeling the absence. She would rather be in the throes of suffering with her than alone and without her. A part of her wondered if there was something wrong with her for feeling that way, but she shoved it aside.

She crawled into the bed with her aching body. It was hard to move. She was numb for a long time before she started sobbing. She finally stopped when she felt like there were no more tears left. Her eyes were puffy and she wondered if Awen would ever forgive her. They could live happily. They used to bring each other so much joy and happiness and Gabriella yearned to have that back.

The next night, Awen entered her room again to punish her. She was physically punishing her, never bringing any kind of emotion into the act, or anything sexual. She understood that Awen was showing her a physical suffering where Awen had suffered mentally. All Gabriella wanted to do was hold her, but she wouldn’t allow it. Gabriella wasn’t allowed to speak. Every time Awen left her bedroom chamber, Gabriella broke down sobbing. She cried in front of her too. She felt the pain and the absence of Awen. Her body was sore and her mind was completely broken after a week, but she kept coming to her bedchamber every night, reenacting her torture in different ways.

Gabriella couldn’t bear to think about her children. She did once, and she nearly lost her mind. She felt like she was losing her mind anyway. She wondered if her atonement would ever be over. Would she have to pay for this her entire life? She had never really thought about it when she’d been away from Awen, but her imprisonment was making her think about all of this all over again.

Awen returned that night, and instead of tying Gabriella up like she had been doing, she ordered Gabriella to sit on the chair and then stood in front of her, watching her with hooded eyes. She was wearing a mask. Her face was unreadable. She bent down so that she was eye level with Gabriella. “Do you love me?” Awen asked, revealing nothing of herself.

Gabriella swallowed thickly. “Yes,” she answered simply, gazing back.

“How would you prove it to me?”

“I-I don’t know,” Gabriella stuttered.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, I have,” Gabriella softly said.

Awen stood up straight again. She untied the gold silk robe she was wearing. Gabriella could tell that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the thin material. She opened it and let it slink down to the floor. Gabriella couldn’t breathe. It had been so long since she had seen that body, and it still looked the same. Her darker skin was immaculate, with no blemishes or scarring of any kind. Gabriella longed to touch her. She almost reached her hand out, but she knew she had no control. She was a slave, and rightly so. She couldn’t do anything without permission.

“Touch me,” Awen commanded, her voice whisper soft.

Gabriella stood, slowly circling her, dragging her fingertips along Awen’s skin, lightly. It was almost as though the wind was simply rushing by. She ran her fingers up from Awen’s wrist to her shoulder, and over across her back, then down again the other arm. She was facing Awen again, who had her eyes closed. Gabriella’s hands shook as she reached out and touched Awen’s sides, a more firm touch. She could feel how tight she kept her body; as though if she released any tension she might wilt away. They were both hurt. Awen was trying to heal the way she knew how. Gabriella knew it was destructive, but she couldn’t help herself. She was a marionette on the strings. Gabriella leaned in for a kiss but Awen’s eyes snapped open and her hand was instantly grasping Gabriella’s jaw, holding her in place.

“I didn’t say to do that. I told you to touch me.” Awen released her and they both stood there. Gabriella was frozen. She had only been doing what she felt was natural. But Awen was too broken to allow for her intimacy. “I can’t do this,” Awen said, rushing from the room, leaving her robe where it lay on the floor.

 

Awen ran down the hall to her own bedchamber where she flung the door closed, rampaging like a madwoman. Glass shattered she swept everything off the end tables and the bookshelves. Broken glass made her feet bleed but she barely felt it. Emotion was bubbling up and she was panicking. She didn’t know what to do. She was screaming and she cried. She was a broken woman starting to feel again and she couldn’t handle it. Gabriella had broken through. She needed to feel the darkness again. She called to a halfling and when he came to her she ate him alive. She feasted on his flesh as he screamed and she welcomed the sound. Her teeth ripped him to shreds until she hit the bones. She sat on broken glass, covered in his blood and her own, bloated and feeling the dark.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Awen was delighted with her catch of the day. A betrayer, a sibling for further leverage, and a mother. Her former lover. Who would be again. Awen rarely let herself think about it. Whenever she had, she had been filled with a rage and sadness so complete it had ripped her heart to shreds; over and over again it hurt so much. Eventually, she had learned to be patient.

Now, as she walked through the woods that became more and more blackened with each mile that passed, she led her army home and thought about the past, now able to think about it with quite a bit less anger. It had been a much happier time in the world. The trees were healthy and full of vibrant green leaves and colorful flowers. Awen and Gabriella were teenagers in the same village, which happened to be the village that housed the royal family. Awen’s family had been high in the ranks of the king, King Gregory at the time, Gabriella’s father. Awen’s father, Leon, had been Gregory’s Advisor of War. But it was peace time, and all was well, and relaxed. The local villages were paying their taxes and no neighboring village advanced. It had been like this for many years.

Awen and Gabriella grew up close friends. They ran through the castle like wild things, and ran through the village causing mischief. They ran through the woods, and found the perfect tree to build a tree house. They used magic to protect it, and it became their private fortress. They slept in there sometimes. One night while watching and catching fireflies, Gabriella accidently brushed hands with Awen’s trying to catch the same fly. It was something that had happened a million times before. But for some reason, this time had been different. The touch had electrified Awen, sending electricity and shivers down her spine. The electricity made the firefly dash away and they watched it fly away, and then they both froze. Awen searched Gabriella’s eyes, and leaned towards her. She slowly touched her lips to Gabriella’s soft lips, and they both gasped at the contact. They slowly broke away.

“Should we—“ Gabriella started to whisper.

“I don’t know,” Awen cut her off. She turned away and gazed at the fireflies. She was lost. She didn’t know what to do or say. It was so confusing. She turned back to Gabriella who looked just as lost. “I mean, we’ve known each other for twenty years. How could it change like this? Why?”

Gabriella walked up to Awen and held her finger against her lips. “Shh. It doesn’t matter. It happened,” she said, her voice husky. She ran her fingertip down her chin and across her jawline. With that single finger, she tilted Awen’s down pointed face up towards her. She claimed her mouth with a soft hunger that grew. She grabbed her waist and drew her nearer. Awen yielded, protesting with her body.

“I don’t know if we should—“

“And why not?!” Gabriella said heatedly. “I want you. I can feel it. I want what I want.” She pulled Awen to her body. “And,” she kissed her neck, “I will,” she tugged at her earlobe with her teeth, “have it,” she growled, claiming Awen’s mouth with a passion that Awen had never felt before. She’d had crushes on guys in the past and had sexual encounters with some of them, but she had never felt this level of passion or intensity before. It was something she felt in her skin, her heart, her mind, her very being.

All thought left Awen’s mind. She just did what she felt and she gave in, against the nagging idea that the king and queen wouldn’t like this dalliance. She ran her fingers through Gabriella’s soft hair, massaging her scalp as they kissed. She moaned into her mouth when Gabriella took Awen’s breast in her hand, gently kneading the soft tissue. Fire was lighting through her veins at the touch and she couldn’t get close enough. Gabriella pushed her up against a tree, continuing to play with Awen’s breasts, which were now spilling out of her dress as Gabriella unlaced the front facing corset, her nipples slightly chilled from the night air and Gabriella’s touch. Gabriella’s mouth left hers in favor of her breast, gently suckling while playing with her other breast, nipping with her fingers. Awen moaned, feeling herself grow wet. She wondered what Gabriella tasted like.

Gabriella finished disrobing Awen until her toffee colored skin bathed in the moonlight, so dark and beautiful, then removed her own dress. “I want you,” Gabriella whispered, laying on the moss covered base of the tree and pulling Awen with her.

“I want you too,” Awen whispered and stared at her beauty, crawling on top of her, taking Gabriella’s breast in her mouth as she had done to her. Gabriella moaned, writing under the touch. Awen ran her fingertips down Gabriella’s side, continuing across her thigh and down her inner thigh. Gabriella shuddered and closed her eyes. Awen kissed Gabriella’s smooth skin, her mouth moving from her breasts as her hands went back to the moist mounds, gently kneading as she licked and kissed the length of her body. She stopped just above Gabriella’s sex.

She lightly ran her finger along the outer lips, making Gabriella gasp and quiver. She stroked her there for a few moments, drawing out the moment. She slowly pushed her finger just inside to the inner lips and felt the wetness. So wet she withdrew her finger and brought it to Gabriella’s mouth. She tasted her own sex before Awen put her finger back inside, exploring the hot wetness. She stuck another finger inside, pushing her fingers deeper in until they couldn’t go any further. Gabriella moaned and wriggled her hips as Awen stroked her fingers in and out, slowly. She leaned her mouth down to Gabriella’s clit and started licking, methodically as her fingers pumped in and out. She curved her fingers upward, looking for that sweet spot.

She knew she found it when Gabriella started gasping and kept gasping, thrusting her hips upward. Awen pumped her fingers faster, massaging that spot inside of her, licking Gabriella’s clit, matching the movements to her fingers. Gabriella screamed and her whole body shook as she came, and Awen kept licking the wetness of her pussy through it all, until Gabriella quieted save for her heavy breathing and soft moans, her body still clutching and shuddering as the mini orgasms rode her from Awen’s mouth still on her. She finally stopped and crawled up to kiss Gabriella.

Gabriella rolled them until she was on top, reaching down to massage Awen’s pussy while kissing her mouth and massaging her breast. Awen was on fire and she could feel every molecule and atom crashing together. She felt the magic in the earth and sky and it was almost overwhelming. Gabriella moved down to lick Awen’s breast before biting it, making Awen scream. Her back arched and she shuddered with pleasure. What was that? Why had it felt so good? She wasn’t sure but she wanted to feel it again. “Bite me again,” she whispered breathlessly, her wetness making Gabriella’s fingers slick.

Gabriella bit Awen’s other breast and Awen clutched handfuls of moss. She almost orgasmed from the contact, especially once Gabriella’s fingers were moving rapidly in and out of her. Gabriella moved down to Awen’s stomach, nipping her with her sharp teeth. She moaned, shaking. Her entire being felt like it was almost being ripped apart. The orgasm was building within her as Gabriella’s teeth grazed her skin again and again in razor-sharp kisses. She bit down on Awen’s flesh just next to her belly button and that was her undoing. Gabriella’s thumb kept firm pressure on her clit as her curved fingers reached ever deeper inside of her and Awen convulsed around her fingers, tightening as the orgasm ripped through her. Her moans and screams were released into the night air as her entire body shook with a passion she had never felt before in her life. She came back down slowly, slowly aware of her surroundings and Gabriella’s gentle murmurings in her ear as she kissed her neck in the afterglow.

What had made that so powerful? She could barely think as she tried to force her breathing back to normal. They lay in an embrace, not speaking, simply surrounded by the forest and its creatures. Through a break in the trees, they could see the stars. Every once in a while a dying star zipped by. The air was so clear and clean, and they soon fell asleep in each other’s arms. When Awen awoke, she was alone, and her dress covered her. She shivered in the pre-dawn mist, and sadly felt the absence of Gabriella. She wondered why she had left. Everyone knew that they sometimes left and slept overnight in the forest, why was it a big deal that Gabriella would wake up in her royal bedchamber the morning after they had re-discovered each other?

Gabriella soothed Awen later that day, running her fingers through Awen’s hair. Everything was secret with them. They didn’t show untoward attentions toward each other in the presence of others, even though Gabriella consumed Awen’s mind at all times, and her skin was alive with fire whenever they were intimate. She longed to be able to be with Gabriella in the open, so that she was no longer a secret. She wished for it every day, hoping that someday it would be okay.

“Let’s meet tonight,” Gabriella whispered in Awen’s ear with a grin, five years after they had been seeing each other in secret. She ran her finger along Awen’s palm once she looked and made sure no one was looking. Awen’s pussy tightened at the intimate touch and the danger of being seen. It was a high that she never got tired of, heat running through her veins. She was so in love with Gabriella that she would do whatever she wanted her to do. All day she looked forward to the meeting. Her skin buzzed with excitement. At dusk, she took off for the woods alone. The animals seemed oddly hushed and ominous, but Awen didn’t let that dampen her mood. She was already wet for Gabriella just thinking about her.

Once she got close to their secret tree house, Awen decided to surprise Gabriella with a wicked grin. She removed her dress, placing it in a safe place and sauntering up to the house. It was dark, Gabriella wasn’t here yet. The slight chill hardened Awen’s nipples and that excited her even more. She went up and lay on the bed in a provocative pose, waiting for her love and lover. She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew, she was yanked out of the bed. Her eyes flew open in surprise at the rough grip, definitely not Gabriella. She saw the King’s guards and fear gripped her heart. They were discovered! In a panic, she wondered about Gabriella and if she was okay, trying to break free. Heavy footsteps sounded on the wood and her father came into view.

Awen’s heart sank. She desperately wanted to cover up, but it was impossible, as one guard held each of her arms firmly to her side. She couldn’t move. Awen’s father gazed at her coldly and dispassionately.

“I had hoped this wasn’t true. I am so disappointed in you.” With a single movement he raised a hand to her face and a sharp crack resounded, echoing off the wood. Her head whipped to one side from the force, her hair covering her face. It hurt, but still Awen whipped her head back to face him, and even though her face was burning with shame and her lip bleeding, she raised her chin and stared at him defiantly and with pride, not saying a word. She had to be strong. She had to know what had happened to Gabriella. She felt panic inside, but didn’t let it show.

“Get dressed,” her father hissed, barely restrained in his anger. He tossed her dress at her and turned on his heel. She knew she would have an audience so she dressed as efficiently as possible once the guards released her arms. There was nowhere to go. She had to go back with her father to the castle, because that’s probably where Gabriella was. She needed to talk to her, to tell her how much she loved her and that they needed to stay together no matter what.

She went with the guards and her father back to the castle, the walk silent. Now she knew why the animals had been quiet; they had known there was going to be a disturbance in the energy. She felt the energy around her, choking her, suffocating her. She put one foot in front of the other just for Gabriella. She felt defeated and dejected inside, as well as pride. She knew inherently there wasn’t anything wrong with loving another woman. It’s something that happened a lot with everyone. It was completely natural. But for some reason, there was still a lot of stigma with royalty, and the thought that royalty shouldn’t mess with people less than royalty, and that the relationship needed to be heterosexual so as to maintain the bloodline. The princess also had to remain pure for her wedding night and new prince. Awen almost snorted, but she held it back because she knew her father would react poorly and probably hit her again.

Leon was taking her directly to the royal throne room. This wasn’t a good sign. Awen’s palms started to sweat and she felt nervous. What awaited her, she had no idea. The royal guards stood at attention at the doors to the room, holding lances at an angle that crossed each other above their heads. Awen gulped; glad no one was really paying attention to her too closely. The guards saw her father and moved the lances to stand straight while they stared straight ahead, looking at no one. Her father pushed open the doors to the throne room with both palms laid flat on the ornately carved and heavy, tall doors. Her breathing was coming in short puffs now, her heart crashing inside her chest. Her stomach was filled with acid.

She saw the king in his throne and the queen stood by his side, just behind the chair. Her father’s footsteps rapped sharply on the marble until he made it to the red carpet. He kept moving until he got to the end, made a crisp bow to the king, and moved to the other side of the throne as the queen, except below the stairs. He turned and watched without emotion as his daughter was escorted down the carpet. Her dragging dress had gone through mud on the way back and was now dragging a streak of mud down the marble and onto the carpet. The guards once again had an arm each. Even if she could, she wouldn’t have picked the tail of her dress. An act of defiance.

She didn’t see Gabriella in the room. As she made the long walk, her father had turned and briefly talked to the king in quiet terms, so quiet their voices didn’t even echo in the empty hall filled with cold and swirling marble. The king nodded once and went back to his perfect posture, with his arms outstretched on the throne’s arms and his back straight. Awen kept her chin up. She could not let herself feel ashamed for her love. She got to the end of the carpet and the guards didn’t loosen their grip, not allowing her to curtsey or even bow. Her heart was pounding so hard she wondered if anyone else could hear it. No one said anything for a few moments.

The King looked at her with eyes that didn’t betray anything. His wife remained just as stoic. Awen didn’t flinch from his gaze. “What were you doing in the woods tonight?”

Awen didn’t know what to say at first. What did they know? What had Gabriella told them? She found her voice, and said, “I was waiting for Gabriella.”
“And why were you waiting for her?”

“We had made plans to meet.”

King Gregory pursed his lips at her general answers. She wouldn’t give up any specific information voluntarily. She desperately hoped that Gabriella was okay. She didn’t think the king would hurt his only daughter.

King Gregory tried a different approach. “Are you in love with my daughter?” Direct. Straight to the point.

Awen didn’t want to show any weakness, but her breath caught in her throat and she felt it difficult to breathe. She didn’t know how to answer. Finally, she settled on the truth. She raised her chin and looked him squarely in the eyes. “Yes.” The king sighed and out of the corner of her eye she saw her father flinch.

“Have you had sexual relations with Princess Gabriella?”

A tear fell from her eye and rolled down her cheek. She knew this wasn’t going to end well. She started shaking. The situation was starting to get to her. All she wanted was to hold Gabriella in her arms. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

“I see,” the king said, looking old, as though his grey eyes had aged just in these few moments. The queen had pursed her lips, disappointment evident from both of them. “This will end now. There will be no more secret rendezvous in the woods. Your little house is burning as we speak.”

“You can’t do this! She is your daughter! I love her! We want to be together!” Awen started to struggle against the hold of the guards, although she knew it was fruitless. She wanted to run and find Gabriella, to tell her that they should just run away.

“Stop!” The king shouted, standing. He looked furious. “You will be exiled, and Princess Gabriella will marry Prince Brock.” His tone suggested finality. Awen screamed and kicked and it did her no good. She felt the hot and salty tears running down her face but she didn’t care. She had given up the façade of calm and in control. Her heart beat wildly and she sank to her knees as she gave up fighting. The guards were still holding her arms above her head now as she sobbed, her face looking towards the floor. The red carpet and marble were a haze through her tears as she looked downward.

“Bring in the princess,” the king said, his voice weary. Awen looked up at him, hatred seething in her veins. She slowly stood again, but her head was hanging, no longer held high. She was heartbroken. Had Gabriella agreed to this? Had she defended their relationship? Had she given in? She waited quietly as Gabriella entered the throne room, taking her place beside the king. Once Awen finally dared to glance at her, she saw that Gabriella’s eyes were rimmed with the redness of tears. No tears fell now, but they were on the surface. Her heart beat painfully in her chest.

“Gabriella,” the king began.

“Yes, father?” Awen watched Gabriella carefully, but she wouldn’t look back at her. She was gazing across the room at nothing.

“Are you in love with Awen?”

Gabriella paused for just a moment, but then dragged her gaze over to Awen. Somehow she had made her eyes cold and unfeeling. “No. I do not.” Awen felt betrayal immediately stab her in the gut. How could Gabriella do this to her? She barely knew what she was doing, but she started screaming. She couldn’t exactly hear herself. Time had slowed down as she tried getting away from those damn guards. She needed to get out of here. She wanted to kidnap the princess and they could live their happily ever after. They could run so far away no one would ever find them. They could create their own kingdom.

“Gabriella, please,” she whispered as tears slipped down her face. Gabriella looked at her with sadness and a tear slipped past her own eye. Awen knew her feelings were there. But she was giving in. She was giving in to her father, to the “way things were.”

“I’m sorry,” Gabriella whispered back.

Awen looked on with shock as a numbness gripped her, holding her tight. There was nothing she could do. She held herself firm, the tears drying into stiff tracks from the salt.

“Enough of this. Go, now. You will be escorted out of the kingdom. If you shall ever return or attempt to return, you will be executed on the spot. The ward will alert us of your presence. Do you understand this?” The king stood, looking down at her. She wouldn’t look him in the eye.

Awen nodded, not speaking. She would not give him the pleasure of calling him “sir” or “Your Majesty.” He took Gabriella’s arm and guided her from the room, the queen trailing behind. Gabriella didn’t look back even once. Awen’s heart being broken was complete. She hadn’t fought for her. Hadn’t fought for them. The door shut firmly behind them, echoing in the empty chamber. Her father said nothing, simply looking at her in disgust. After a moment he turned on his heel and left the room. He hadn’t said goodbye. The hurt in her heart returned as even her own father disowned her.

The guards holding on to her arms took her from the room. They were joined by four more guards; two in the front and two in the back. As they marched from the castle, then from the courtyard, then from the city and finally into the country, they were looked at through curious eyes. People wondering what she had done to deserve exile. She stared straight ahead and met no one’s eyes. Once past the confines of the kingdom, the guards left her. She had nothing. She had no one. She stared at their retreating backs for the longest time, until she could no longer see them. She wondered what she was to do. She sat at the side of the road and wept.

 

As Awen’s army and her prisoners marched back to the broken city, she fumed. Anger was good. It was better than hurt and pain. She intended on making them pay. They all had to pay. Nothing would be good enough until everything was destroyed.

Halfling- Chapter Nineteen

Gareth wondered at the new found determination he saw in Zaria. She seemed fragile at the same time, almost ready to shatter. She kept it together and pushed herself further with each exercise. It had taken a toll on her. She had fallen into bed after they had eaten, and now lightly snoring. He didn’t want to wake her, as she needed her rest. He felt comforted by being near her, touching her. He wrapped his arm around her, lightly stroking her hair with his other hand. He felt like they were in a mess. They were taking the fight to the queen as soon as Zaria was ready. Would they ever be ready? How does one prepare for war? His heart tightened as he thought about it. He had to protect her, at all costs. She was the most precious being in the entire universe. He didn’t know what he would do if he lost her.

He fell into a fitful sleep, dreaming of magic and destruction, only to be awoken by the absence of Zaria. He could hear her moving in the kitchen and smelled food. She had to be starving after all of the energy work they had done yesterday in training. He had something else planned for this day, though. He slipped behind her and hugged her from behind in the kitchen, her small sigh of contentment enough to make him grin. They had been growing closer because of all the time they spent together. He thought she was trusting him again, even more so now than before. He wanted to be her rock.

They dressed for the day in loose tunics that flowed in the breeze. The sun reflected off the white of them as they walked hand in hand to the clearing. He had seen how hard Zaria had been working for the past day, and wondered how much she could take before she broke. She worked even harder in the morning, sweat soaking her tunic until it clung to her and she panted. Only when she nearly collapsed from exhaustion did she take a break.

“You should take it a little slower darling,” he said softly as they sat with their backs to a giant willow tree. They shared some water and walnuts and fruit as the sun rose up to straight above them. The bees droned on and a couple of hummingbirds flitted from flower to flower, almost too fast for a normal human eye to see.

Zaria choked back a sob. She didn’t want to see this beauty destroyed. Her heart hurt, and she told Gareth about her conversation with Rishtah.

“She didn’t say who the betrayers were?” He thought about this, and frowned. He didn’t like there being the reality that there were people they couldn’t trust in their camp. Their village. This place that he had helped shape and mold. The Elders had a heavy hand in it as well, but Gareth had done a lot of work on the ground, helping people find the place and helping them adjust, as well as other plans. He had helped carve some of the protection spells around the village. Her revelations changed his plans about what they were going to do for the rest of the day. He had wanted to do some stretching and relaxations for their afternoon, some things that his mentor had taught him. Maybe it could wait, just a little while. He could sense that although she was exhausted, she wanted to continue training, and he would indulge her for a day or two.

“No, she didn’t. The only thing she assured me of was that you can be trusted. Other than that, I don’t know who I can trust,” tears threatened to spill over again, but she held them back. Gareth caressing her back with one hand made it harder to not cry. She almost wanted to pull away from him. After a couple minutes of silence, she gave up and curled up next to him, her head in his lap as her hand lightly ran over the soft grass. She could take this comfort from him. She had to. He ran his hand over her hair, calming. “What are we going to do?” She whispered.

He stayed silent for a while. Then he said the only thing he could; “survive,” and kissed her head. “We will be okay. Whoever betrays us will have to answer for it in some way. It will hurt. But we will survive, because it’s what we do. We’ve been running and hiding for a long time. It needs to end, one way or another.” They stayed like that for a while, quietly talking about what they would like to see in a new world.

“I want it to look like this. A paradise, with beautiful plants and animals. People acting peacefully towards one another. I don’t want to see anyone die,” Zaria said, smiling softly.

“Me too,” he replied, running his thumb up and down her arm.

“We are going to win. We’re going to beat them,” a quiet but hard determination in her voice.

“We will sweetheart. I think, though, that we need to choose our places carefully where we can speak freely from now on,” he said sadly. “Here is one of them. We can trust Rishtah as well.”

“I agree,” Zaria replied, standing to stretch. His rubbing and massaging had made her aching muscles feel better, after she had been working so hard the last day and a half. She toned it down just a little for the afternoon, just enough so she wouldn’t completely wear herself out. Gareth helped her until twilight, and they stood together with a glowing ball of amber energy between them. It was beautiful against the setting sun and night sky, filled with hope and promise as they released the massive amount of energy into the stars and beyond.

Manuel was tortured. He was withdrawn from Aria. He had no idea what to do as he looked down at his hands. His wedding was only a couple weeks away. That damn bird was always around, and the queen would know if he tried to contact someone. He had to try. He just had to. Evil would not win this time, and he was done hiding. He just had to play both sides for as long as he could. His hands and his arms shaped the metal, first swinging down with the hammer, then twisting pieces, manipulating. His mind wondered.

He made a locket. Polished silver with emeralds. The filigree made a spell. It could only be opened by one person. He made sure the blue bird wasn’t in his shop. He wrote a quick note and put it inside. Closing the locket, he finished the charm keeping it closed. His heart was pounding and he wiped sweat from his brow. He was shaking on the inside. It had to work. It had to. He was choosing a side, and he refused to be on the wrong one again. Manuel loved Aria. He loved everyone here.

He gave the locket to a trusted messenger to get it to the right person. He knew he was doing the right thing, but it still made him nervous. He made another piece to sell at the market before closing up the shop for the day. He saw the bird in a tree a block away from his house and he stifled a shiver. He hated the queen Awen. He couldn’t let her win. He kissed Aria when he got in, holding her close. If anything happened to her, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

“You’re just in time for dinner,” she said sweetly, smiling up at him.

“What are we having?”

“Rabbit roast with potatoes and a spinach salad,” she said, following him into the kitchen where he washed his hands again. “Are you okay? You seem really tense.”

“No, lovely, just worried about the wedding. Not worried, I guess, just nervous. I want everything to be perfect for you,” he lied, kissing the top of her head. He supposed it wasn’t exactly a lie, just not the whole truth. He did want everything to be perfect for her. He knew it wouldn’t be so, though. He was frustrated that he couldn’t do more for her. He didn’t want her to know what was going to happen. There would be a war. He needed to find a way to hide her until it was all over. He tried to listen as Aria talked about wedding plans. The china was being bought from the finest maker in the market, and the glasses had beautiful etchings of birds in them. He wondered if he could trade some of the costs.

That night, their lovemaking was oddly rough but tender. He kissed the curve in her lower back as he pulled her hair, just before biting her smooth skin. He ran his hands over her softly, even as he scratched and pinched in all the right places. He drove her to the precipice and pulled her back just before she went over. She was left begging before he ever entered her, nearly sobbing his name with her pleas. He held her down as he bit her under the breast and she writhed in his grip. He nipped his way down her navel, her snow white skin in stark contrast to his darkness. It was already starting to bruise and he was pleased. He teased her by kissing the inside of her thighs, licking the areas all around except where she was wet. Her voice was becoming raw from her pleading, and he finally gave in and gave her what she wanted.

He slowly licked her clit, and she came already, shuddering and moaning. He continued, determined to make her cum multiple times. He made her turn over so he could spank her ass raw, alternating between spanking and kissing between her thighs. She was becoming weak and he let her rest for a moment before he unclothed and entered her from behind. He slid his length until he disappeared inside of her and she shuddered, her sensitivity heightened from all the stimulation already. After only a couple of slow strokes she came, her screams muffled by the pillow. He didn’t wait for her to stop as he continued pumping into her, the wetness making it hard to control himself. He wanted to let himself go in the deliciousness of her, but he forced himself not to. He was denying himself so she could have more.

He commanded she get up on her knees and he rammed into her hard, over and over, and it wasn’t long until she came again. She whimpered, clutching at their twisted bedding. He slapped her ass hard and pulled her hair, giving all that she could take. Gutteral sounds came from her throat, completely animalistic that drove him crazy. He grunted from the effort, and reached down to squeeze her full breast in his hand, tweaking the nipple with his rough fingers. She came again as he moved down to massage her clit with his finger. He had to finally let go himself when he couldn’t contain it anymore. He came with his seed inside of her. He clutched at her, unwilling to let go as he moaned and shook. His nails left marks in her and they collapsed, finally spent. He was still inside of her for a few moments and when he pulled out, her body trembled. He kissed the back of her neck and caressed her. He held her for an eternity. He never wanted to let go.

She slept in his arms, and he watched her sleep. He would do anything to protect her. He wondered if the recipient of the locket had read his note. If not, he had to find some way to get the word out that they were going to be attacked. He slept fitfully, dreaming about fire and death, and a sense of danger and doom that no one would survive this.

Halfling- Chapter Fifteen

Gareth could hardly believe his eyes. Zaria looked like someone to be feared with the necklace around her neck. The deep red made her green eyes glow more than her hair could. She looked ethereal. And it took his breath away. He tried to minimize her effect on him, but he was powerless in her grip. He took her hand and led her away, wanting to take her to his private place. The shield was large, and held a secondary shield underneath it. It was his own spell that he maintained, and no one could get there without his symbol password. She glowed with magic; the halo around her was so powerful. He felt nervous in his gut.

They finally reached the edge, and he swiped some complex symbols in the air. The bubble shimmered for a moment, and they walked through. It was a hot spring surrounded by foliage. Steam billowed up from the water and some gentle bubbles broke the surface. It felt like a romantic place when he was here with her. It had just been his own space to think, but now it felt different. He felt her lingering anger seeping out from the magic she carried, and it was strong. He understood it, and had to be careful about his words. He let her choose a log to sit on, and sat next to her, taking care to not touch.

Gareth let some time pass before speaking. The twilight light hugged them from all sides, lightning bugs zipping past above the water. It looked glorious, but he knew his words had to wait. “I know you’re upset with me. I don’t blame you,” he whispered, the words skimming over the water. “I’m sure your mom told you things. But I also want to tell you how much you mean to me, and I never wanted to hurt you. I knew it was going to be hard to tell you about your mom and sister. I could never find the right words, or the right time. Things were just happening so fast,” he shook his head. Regret hung around him like a cloud, and he knew he sounded lame. Sometimes words didn’t come out as he intended them to.

He took the chance and looked up and over at her. She didn’t look as angry as he thought, but he could still feel it in the air. She looked at him, and to his surprise, she kissed him. It was a fierce kiss, full of fire and passion. The dark garnet glowed from her magic and lit her eyes. She was a very powerful fae, but she had no idea just how powerful yet. He wanted to teach her and show her her potential. She bit his lip and he groaned. Maybe this was her punishment to him. Her hand found its way to his hair and gripped it forcefully, pulling him to her. She was in charge, and he let her have it. His loins stirred and strained at the cloth of his pants.

Zaria took control of the situation. She wasn’t going to deny herself some pleasure and release because she wasn’t sure of his loyalty to her. She swung her body around so she straddled him, gyrating her hips on his, feeling his hardness. She didn’t let herself moan, but tried forcing his sounds. She rubbed up against him faster, biting his neck. She wanted to possess him, make him hers. She wanted to punish him. Her breath came faster and she felt her wetness. She stopped, standing to remove her dress. She untied his trousers and forced him to stand, lowering them. She tried to not let her breath catch at the sight of him and failed. A small weakness. He sat back down, and she lowered herself on him, slipping in slowly. He filled her and she felt complete. She warred with herself on this. She was still unsure and angry about him, and almost felt like her body betrayed her.

Zaria scratched Gareth’s back from her position of power. She knew he was letting her have this, giving up control to her. She wondered briefly if that was how she could know if she could trust him or not but quickly banished the thought. It wasn’t the time for thinking. She bit his shoulder as she moved above him, making her leg muscles do the work, keeping her abdomen tight. Faster and harder, scratching and gripping his skin. They didn’t share magic this time, it was too dangerous. She quivered from the beginning of the orgasm and gave in to it, feeling him tense up too. She clutched at his back as she rode the waves of the pleasure. She shook and gasped. It was fast and explosive, and she felt weak.

She didn’t move for a moment, but Zaria finally rose and walked to the water without a word. The hot spring felt glorious to her feet. The warmth enveloped her like a baby in a comforting womb as she submerged herself. The lightning bugs glowed as they danced about. Gareth joined her for a cleansing. The water stung his scratches, but he barely winced. She finally spoke.

“I understand that you couldn’t tell me what was going on,” she said carefully. “I understand, but that doesn’t make me feel any less hurt. I don’t know if I can trust you.” Zaria mentally beat herself up over that. She hadn’t meant to admit that, but the words just came tumbling out. Gareth’s presence brought everything out of her, brought her to her knees.

“I know. All I can do is show you. I want you to trust me. I love you.” Again she heard those words, and still didn’t know how to react. The first time he had said them sounded like so long ago, but it was just this day. The night sky glittered above them, and the universe suddenly felt so far away.

“I don’t know what to do with that,” she whispered. “I’m so confused with all this information, I just don’t know what to think.”

“It’s okay,” Gareth said. “I don’t expect you to say it, or even to believe it. I just want you to know how I feel, for better or worse. I hope that you don’t hate me so much you won’t give it a chance. If it’s too much for you, I’m sorry. But I’ll start by helping you with your magic. You are capable of so much.”

Zaria contemplated this for a moment. “Okay,” she said, walking towards him. Her arms encircled his neck, and she lightly kissed him on his bruised lips. His hand brushed down her back, and she shivered despite the warm water. They left the warmth and stood under a birch tree, her nipples hardened from the temperature difference. He rubbed at one with his thumb as his mouth lowered to the other. She moaned, and held his head there. He teased it with his tongue and Zaria threw her head back gasping. His teeth grazed the hard bud and she whimpered.

Gareth moved to her other nipple and did the same. Her body was hot and ready, but he took his time. He kissed every part of her, from her fingertips to her calves and toes. Sometimes his teeth lightly nipped at her, causing her to cry out. He slapped her ass and she fell to her knees, and he grabbed her hair with one hand, pushing her shoulders down with the other until she was on all fours in front of him. He slowly pushed past the folds of her skin until the tip of him was just inside her. She whimpered for him, and he waited before plunging into her. She screamed his name, moaning and writhing. He moved slowly at first, so slowly. Until she couldn’t bear it any longer. She begged and pleaded for him to move faster. Her face was down in the grass and her hands clasped at handfuls of it. It wasn’t enough for her desire. Zaria pleaded some more until she couldn’t speak, and he finally went full force, slamming into her over and over again. She could do nothing but cry out with every thrust, the grass at her mercy. Over and over she felt the full length of him, hard and fast. She knew she was close when her body started tensing. He felt her reach the precipice, and came with her. They both shouted, breathing hard. He collapsed on top of her, still inside her. His hands clasped hers, and she felt complete.

Was this love? Was this the way it was supposed to be? She had never felt so whole in her life. Confusion swirled inside her mind, but she pushed it away. This was this moment, and she was going to enjoy it. She felt Gareth’s rapid heartbeat on her back as their breathing slowed. They moved so they were laying on their backs in the grass, looking up at the stars. It was a beautiful night, and the heat from the spring made the air near them warmer. She rested her head on his chest, her arm around him. She whispered, “I love you too,” as she fell asleep. “We can start with magic in the morning.”

Gareth murmured his acquiescence. He too was tired, and they both fell asleep soon, in each other’s arms. The lightning bugs around them continued their dance well into the night, the stars twinkling above them. The universe was so far away, yet so close.

This Little Town- Chapter Three

I kneeled and moved my mouth down to Misty’s breasts, my hands cupping them and slightly pushing them up as I kissed and licked her skin. Her hands moved to my hair and ran them through the soft tresses, whimpering. I massaged her full breasts and I unzipped her dress a little so I could bare them. Her nipples were already erect and I placed one in my mouth, massaging the other. She moaned as I suckled, gently grazing my teeth on her mocha colored skin. I moved to her other breast and unzipped the rest of her dress, tugging it down. She wore white lacy panties that contrasted with her skin. Beautiful. I could already smell her and it made me crazy.

I rubbed my palm against her soft mound and she whimpered, whispering my name. I kissed her stomach, loving her softness and curves. I ran my hands along her sides, and she grasped my hands in hers as I kissed and licked her stomach, lightly nipping. I moved my mouth lower, to the edge of her panties, my tongue running along that sweet spot. Her cries were nearly driving me insane, wet with need and want. I placed my lips on the fabric and inhaled her scent as I softly kissed her, disentangling my hands from hers to hook my fingers underneath the lace, running my fingers along her skin as I slowly pulled them down. Misty shivered and I ran my hands up the back of her smooth legs and looked up at her, from her sexy heels to her eyes, a hunger in my own.

I spread her legs a little and I kissed the inside of her thigh, running my tongue up her skin. I moved to her other thigh, prolonging the contact from her clit and enjoying it as I teased. I finally placed my mouth at her clit, gently flicking my tongue over it, grasping her ass with my hands. I ran my tongue along the folds of skin, then pushing them aside with my tongue, tasting her sweetness. She writhed and I kept her still by digging my fingers into her ass as I kept kissing and licking her pussy, playing with her clit. Misty’s body tensed and I could tell she was on the precipice. I flicked her clit a few more times and her body shook as she moaned, the orgasm taking over. I looked up at her, and her head was tilted back, her body shuddering, her breasts heaving as she tried to control her breathing. It was a magnificent sight.

I stood and kissed her as her body started relaxing, our tongues melting together. As we kissed, she unzipped my dress and played with my breasts, moving to my neck and nipping at the sensitive spot, her fingers tweaking my nipples. I moaned, closing my eyes. Misty kissed her way down to my breast, circling my nipple with her tongue before taking it in her mouth, suckling. She pushed my dress down and palmed my wet pussy, rubbing and I thought I was going to cum from just that. I moaned and placed my hand over hers, rubbing together. After a moment, her hands moved to my ass, slapping me and I sucked air in between my teeth, the stinging feeling so good.

She throatily laughed, her silky smooth voice whispering in my ear, “I don’t want you to cum yet. Payback is a bitch.” Amused, I laughed a little and her teeth found my earlobe, gently tugging. Her nails ran down my back and I shivered, my skin tingling. She slapped my ass again, and she got on her knees, gazing up at me. My heart was in my throat at seeing her that way, and she bit at my stomach, sending the already present butterflies a fluttering. She had her hands everywhere; on my ass, reaching up to my breasts, the inside of my thighs. I thought I was going to explode if she didn’t touch my pussy soon. I was more than ready. And she knew it. She kissed just above my mound and I growled with frustration. She laughed and ran her hands up and down my legs. She got to my inner thighs and moved slower, barely moving her fingers. I whimpered, grabbing fistfuls of her hair.

Finally, she rubbed my lips with her fingers, slowly pushing them into my wet warmth. I moaned, squirming as she moved her fingers in and out of me, gently lapping at my clit, kissing it. She removed her fingers and held them up to my mouth. I eagerly closed my mouth around them, tasting myself. I saw her smile as she once again put her fingers inside, until my own body tensed. It was powerful when it happened, and I moaned as shudders wracked my body. I lost myself for a moment while I came, wave after wave of pleasure hitting me. I wasn’t sure how long until I came back to myself, but Misty rested her cheek on my stomach, and I caressed her hair. I loved the sight of her, both of us satisfied for the moment.

I led her back to my bedroom and to the cloud that was my bed. It was faster this time for both of us to cum, our bodies already stimulated. Afterward, we lay in bed, her head on my breast.

“Your boobs really make the best pillows,” she laughed.

I laughed with her. “Well thanks! Yours aren’t so bad either.”

“You’re not from here, are you?” The change in subject caught me off guard. I usually didn’t talk about my personal life with anyone. Except for friends I had made online but never met in person, and where I could lay my soul bare to the people I was talking to without having to ever see them.

“No,” I answered after a pause. “I got here a few weeks ago. I accepted a job.”

“It must be a good one if you can afford this apartment. It’s really nice. Why do you have so much space if you don’t have anyone with you?”

I didn’t have a good answer, so I said nothing. Misty peered at me, but I kept my face blank.

“Doesn’t it get lonely?” She asked softly.

“Sometimes,” I admitted. “But tomorrow, I’m going to get a cat.”

“I know a great pet shelter. I can give you the address. They have very nice animals there.”

“Thank you, that would be great.” After a few moments, I asked about the restaurants. I needed some ideas about where to take people for business lunches.

“El Loco is pretty great,” she replied. “They have some delicious Mexican food.”

“I’ve already been there,” I laughed.

“Oh, shit! Hmm. I really like the place next to it, but I don’t remember what it’s called. It’s brand new, and I’ve only been there once.”

“Thanks, I’ll have to check it out,” I yawned. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open.

“Goodnight, Ivy,” Misty whispered, turning on her side. I turned and spooned her as I fell asleep, having missed the feeling of someone in my arms as I slept. When I awoke in the morning, she was gone. The smell of her lingered on my pillow, and I felt a bit bereft. I wish I could stay in one place long enough to justify being in a relationship. Misty seemed like a wonderful woman, someone I would want to get to know better. I looked around the giant apartment as I made some coffee, contemplating its emptiness.

I went over to the bar to collect my dress and saw a note on the counter.

Ivy,

Here’s the address for the pet shelter. I had a great time with you last night, and I wish you luck with your job.

Misty

At the bottom she had written the address, and kissed the paper with lipstick on it. The paper also smelled of her perfume. I sat with my coffee in my hands, sipping as I sat on the leather sofa and stared at the ocean. It was perfectly turquoise today, and I saw some surfers catching waves. I had always wanted to learn to surf. Fiona Apple crooned to me as I thought about my last relationship. It had been a disaster. I had started dating Joe about six months before I had moved for my first job. We tried long distance for a while, but it wasn’t cutting it. I had learned that he had cheated on me, and we broke up. Ever since then, I had decided that while I was a free agent for any company to snap up for a short time to fix their problems and then move on, it was no use trying to date anyone. I had had some flings and one night stands along the way, but it was never as fulfilling. I sighed as I finished my coffee and stood to get ready to leave for the pet shelter. Hopefully a cat would help my lonely bones.

This Little Town- Chapter Two

On the short drive to my apartment, I was nervous. It had been a while since I had been with anyone, I was always so busy. My stomach was in knots and I could barely breathe. I forced myself to calm down as I parked and walked to the door, waiting for Misty. It was a nice building, stucco with large balconies that overlooked the ocean. I smiled at her as she sauntered up the walkway that was lined with orchids.

“This is a lovely building,” she said, looking up. It was about ten stories high, and my apartment was on the very top. I unlocked the outer door and let her in. We walked to the elevators and I pressed the button for the ninth floor. The top two floors were actually divided into two-level apartments. I was a bit jittery and thought maybe Misty could tell. She smiled and looked down at the floor as the elevator dinged and the doors opened up to the hallway. I got my keys out again and opened the door, the slightly cooler air feeling nice on my body. I could feel the cooler air snake up between my legs and touch my bare parts.

I dropped my purse on a creme colored leather chair in the living room and walked to the bar. There was a fishtank in the bar that was lit pink. Almost the entire wall was glass, showing some lights of the town and the coast. There was a sliding door that went out to the deck. “Would you like something to drink?” I asked as I put on some soft folk music.

“Sure,” Misty said as she walked over to join me. She got very close as she asked what I had. I could smell her musky floral perfume that was bitter and sweet at the same time, and entirely intoxicating. My heart skipped a beat as I answered her, and she opted for a shot of SoCo and a beer. She was standing right in front of the SoCo and my arm brushed her breast as I reached for the bottle. I saw her chest move as she breathed deep and I couldn’t hide my smile. We each took a shot, and she reached for the shot glass and the bottle. She poured another shot and placed the glass in my cleavage. I threw my head back and laughed. It had been so long since someone had done a boob shot! She laughed with me after she had swallowed the sweet liquid.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done that, and yours are perfect,” she said with a laugh.

“It’s been a while for me too,” I admitted.

“Has it been a while since you’ve been with someone too?” She looked into my eyes and I was again taken aback at her beauty. She had only rimmed her eyes with black eyeliner and some mascara, but she didn’t need any shadow.

“Yeah, it has,” I said quietly, looking down. “I live a very busy life.”

“That’s understandable,” she murmured, touching my hair. She was about the same height as me, and I closed my eyes. The feeling of someone else’s hands in my hair was magical, and my scalp tingled. I opened my eyes after a moment, filled with desire for this gorgeous woman standing before me, and threw my shyness out the window. This woman was here with me, and I was going to have her. I pressed her against the counter, our breasts touching. I kissed her, gently probing at her lips with my tongue until she opened them to let me in. I took her, my hands in her hair. My tongue invaded her mouth, seeking hers. She gave herself to me willingly, as I demanded. I kissed her chin, down her neck, and to her collarbone. I felt her shudder as she gently scratched her nails down my back. I moaned into her skin, and licked her neck, gently nipping with my sharp teeth. I heard her sharp intake of breath, but she didn’t ask me to stop.

I moved to the other side of her neck, my hands grasping her hair and gently pulling. Her skin was so soft and luxurious, I wanted to feel all of it underneath my hands. Half of her back was bare from the style of her dress and I gently caressed her as I kissed her full lips. I was thrilled that this exotic woman was going to be mine tonight, my gut tight with anticipation. I gently tugged at her lip and she closed her eyes and moaned, the sound sending ripples of desire throughout my body. I wanted to go slow; I wanted to savor this moment.

Misty kissed me back, pressing her body against mine. I felt electrified by the feeling of her and I wanted to be everywhere. I couldn’t wait to taste more of her, more than the sweet whiskey on her breath. I reached down to grab her ass and pull her closer, my hand gently kneading the soft flesh. She moaned into my mouth and I tasted her want, felt it by the way she shuddered. I felt incredibly lucky to have this woman in my arms, and I intended on extrapolating on the opportunity.