A Healer and Her Night

Please enjoy my first submission.

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The port town was bustling with life. The sea permeated everything, and it made Lyras heart pound with excitement. She had never been to any great ocean, having been born far inland and never having traveled that way. She was eager to feel the sand and sea water and badgered Ashling relentlessly about finding a place to walk.

But the fox had other ideas. She looked from her mate to her friend, guilt clearly paining her. Their new accommodations came with private baths and bed chambers. The mage and kitsune had steadfastly refused to share rooms this time, leaving the knight and healer to awkwardly agree to share another. Despite their new intimate status both seemed to remain too shy for their own good, and Ashling had finally become fed up with babysitting it.

But this was different. This was the pure excitement of a child who had never seen the sea. The same feeling of taking in its smell, its vastness, it's cool grip... All things many of them had experienced before, but not Lyra. And Ashling desperately wanted to take her there and give her that. But a hot bath and warmed wine, alone with her mate, was pulling hard on her. "I-"

"I'll take you, Lady Lyra." Tarkus interjected, saving the fox from disappointment. "I havent seen the sea in a long while, I wouldnt mind going down there with you."

Lyra brightened, like a blossom opening. "Thank you." The healer leaned into the fox, the two exchanging quiet words before the couples parted ways. Lyra reached and looped her arm into the one her knight offered to her.

It was interesting goings. They had to pass through the markets, finding there was more than one and they were split based on what it was being sold. Lyra and Ashling had been there earlier, but neither had traveled too deeply into it. Now they walked together comfortably, enjoying the rich scents and sounds.

When Lyras head lifted to a particularly mouth watering smell they soon found themselves at a stall that sold an interesting kind of hand pie. Tarkus paid for two and they continued on their way, enjoying the impromptu snack.

When they had managed passed through the market the streets became quieter. It was only just past midday and much of the town was still busily at work elsewhere. Tarkus picked his way through streets, at last finding a way down to the sands below them. He hopped down onto a stone slab, then to another and another, each time lifting Lyra down after him. The last drop was to the beach and he carefully set her down into the warm sand.

She had not expected it to be so hot. The sands around lakes did not seem to take in the suns heat like this kind did, and she wondered if they looked as different as they felt. She had heard the quiet roaring of the waves, but on the beach, with nothing muffling it, it was almost deafening at first.

"The tides coming in, the currents would be too strong to swim right now." Tarkus commented.

"That's alright... I have a horrible fear of any water I can't stand in, so I never truly learned to swim." She admitted and almost instantly felt his surprised stare. "When you dont know which way is up and where the land is... water becomes less fun and more terrifying."

He couldn't argue her reasoning, but made a note to at least teach her how to float should she ever need the skill. He wondered if Ashling knew, he'd check, just to be sure... at least then when it was impossible to avoid water they could make sure she'd be okay.

Lyra started cautiously towards the water, her curiosity getting the best of her. But the sand made for an interesting foot hold and her steps were careful because of it. The knight trailed behind, only confirming that there wasnt anything in her path or near her to cause her to trip.

The wind had taken her hair. The dark brown strands had pulled free from the bindings Ashling so often struggled to keep them in. Now they danced about her face as she met the sea breeze head on, her cheeks rosy from the air and thrill. The fox had clearly chosen today's clothing, a new system the two had set in place so Lyra never had to question how she looked.

Her blouse was snowy white, hanging just off of her shoulders, the sleeves cut just below her elbows. It tapered in at her waste, and the neck was cut just enough to tease a view of her collarbone. The skirts were a cream shade, almost gold compared to the pale sand she walked over. The top sat snuggly against her hips, tied tightly in place with soft brown leather. The wind swept the hem about, giving him little peeks of her calves as she walked. He noted a delicate gold chain around her left ankle, something she hadnt been without lately. When he'd questioned it one night in bed she'd changed the subject without answering.

"You're there." He called, and she stopped.

She could hear it, the waves lapping the sand so close to her toes. It shifted the cold sand beneath her feet ever so slightly and she hesitated. The sun beat down on her and the wind picked at every bit of her, but she was pleased. She felt him come up behind her and tilted her head back, reaching a hand back that he grabbed in his own. Only when she was comfortably holding onto him did she take the final steps forward.

She gave a startled sound as the waves washed over her feet and up her shins, the knight beside her chuckled. "Its cold!"

"We're still fairly far north. The southern seas, like the ones Merric and Ashling came from, are almost like bath water in comparison."

She wandered in a few more steps, using her free hand to scoop up as much as her skirts as she could. At least if she attempted to spare them from the salt water Ashling wouldn't be so angry.

The water receded, more so than it had in the past few minutes, but she paid it little mind. It wasn't until Tarkus tried to scoop her up she realized that the incoming wave was far bigger than the rest had been. The knight blocked most of the water with his side and back, but even still they were both soaked through. He brought Lyra back onto dry sand and set her down, the little woman shaking with laughter.

He wrung out his shirt, flicking water off his hands when he was finished. "You're awfully entertained for someone who doesnt care for open water." He said dryly. Any other comments died on his lips when he looked down at her.

Sea water had soaked her almost entirely on one side. Wet fabric clung to her skin and he found it difficult to pull his eyes away. Her white blouse now hugged the curve of her breast, the freshly cooled nipple pressing out against the nearly see through fabric. Her skirt was firmly stuck to her thigh, hinting at the curve that led to one of her softest parts.

His sudden silence worried her, "Tarkus? What is it, are you alright?" She reached for him, the laughter she had moments ago, dying. Her gift already danced on her fingers, eager to find what troubled him. But her hand was met with one of his and he tugged her forward, turning her face up to his with his other hand so he could lean down and kiss her. The magic on her fingers sputtered out instantly, her mind suddenly turned to mush. When he released her it was only because they were both breathless. "O-oh..." she managed to stammer, her cheeks no longer red from simply wind alone.

The knight took her hand and led her back towards the stone slabs they had come down from. As tempting as it suddenly was to bed her there in the sand he had more discipline than that. They walked mostly in silence, the healer drawing light patterns in his palm as they went. A nervous habit he had learned of her and found endearing. Now and again, when they were forced off the main path to allow carts and streams of people to pass by they took the opportunity to paw at each other. The knight pressed her into a wall, his knee between her legs before he nipped at a spot that would be hidden by her drying shirt. The next time she managed to press his back to the stone, rising on her toes to kiss him, a hand gingerly gliding across the top of his pants, tracing the muscle lines that led downward and making the man growl.

When they'd finally made it back to the inn they were both impatient. The second their room door closed behind them they were already in each others arms. The knight picked her up and her legs wrapped around his hips. He held her firmly against him by her ass even as she clung to his shoulders, the two trading kisses and bites.

Pleased to have something more than a tent, Tarkus used his own body and the wall to pin his lover, working on freeing her from her still damp shirt. When he had tugged it free from her he tossed it aside without a care. He grabbed a breast in each hand, caressing her nipples and squeezing gently, earning him a pleased sigh and her hips grinding into his.

Lyra tugged at his shirt, the fabric pinned between the two, but she did not relent. At last Tarkus set her down, growling as he did so, unwilling to give up his handfuls of her soft flesh. He yanked his own shirt off, hardly out of it before her hands wandered his chest, exploring as she liked to do. She let them wander lower and the knights annoyance at having let her down died almost instantly. She drew her hand across his length through the fabric and he twitched. It took all his willpower not to tear the remainder of both their clothes off then and there.

"Do you trust me?" She asked softly.

Of course he trusted her, what kind of silly game was she playing? He thought to himself. "You know I do..." he couldnt keep the rumble from his voice as she began to free him from the rest of his clothes.

"Go to the bed..." though it was an instruction she wasnt so sure he'd follow it. But to her amazement he did, ridding himself of the last bit of fabric he wore along the way. She found the dresser and on it a small package, left their earlier by Ashling at her request. When she had torn it open and gone to the bed Tarkus was waiting.

Curiosity got the better of him and he leaned forward on his elbow, "what is it?" She presented him with a long peace of soft, black fabric as she climbed up on the bed. He grabbed her by a hip and drew her closer, inspecting it, but found nothing particularly interesting or strange about it. "...And...?"

She chuckled, but it was less sweet and more wanting, a sound that uncomfortably reminded him of Ashling when she plotted some kind of torment. The healer leaned forward until she could kiss him, and when she pulled back she wrapped the fabric to cover his eyes, tying it tight behind him. "Now you can see what I see. And feel what I feel."

"I cant see anything."

"Good." She giggled again. This time he wasnt expecting the kiss she gave him, and he understood what she was getting at. Lyra slid down his body, her hands tracing the lines of him as she lazily trailed kisses lower. She could feel his pulse quicken and a strange kind of delight overtook her. When she reached his hips she traced the muscle line down, her fingers brushing against his hard cock before trailing across his balls. He squirmed beneath her touch, his breath ragged. He had tried and failed to grab at her twice now, the blind woman effectively warning him off so she could continue her game.

He felt her breath first, warm and then cool on his skin. He choked on his next inhale when she took him into her mouth. The sudden hot moister shocking to his dampened senses. But he could do little more than trust her and this new experience she so clearly wanted to bestow upon him.

She sucked and licked, tasting more than just the salt of the sea. She drew her tongue around his tip, flicking it firmly across so that he writhed beneath her hands. When he warned her of his approaching end she eased up, letting him calm his nerves. She released him, licking her lips to claim the last bit of his taste.

He wanted to tear the blindfold off. He wanted to rip her skirt from her body and ravish her until they were both useless messes upon the sheets. But he didn't. Gods how he wanted to, but didnt. And he wasnt entirely sure if it was because of his determination to act in accordance to his oath or because he wanted her to show him more of this dark world she lived in.

She came back up to him and found his lips once more. He buried his fingers into her hair, keeping her against him, emphasizing his want and what she was making him feel. She pulled free, panting, though he wasnt much better.

Lyra shifted and he realized she had slipped a leg over him, sitting low, just above his hips. He let his hands slide to her, fumbling to find their way under her skirt. He drew his fingers up the smooth lines of her calves before they met her thighs, giving them a firm squeeze. But fuck this skirt, he growled to himself. He pulled free of the fabric and went to work at the leather that tied it together. His fingers fumbled and his irritation grew until one of her hands gently fell over his, calming them.

"You do this every day?" His voice was gravely, deep with wanting.

Her fingers guided his to the knot and the ties that would give way with a few tugs. "My whole life." She confirmed. He freed her at last, tugging the waist away from her and scooping her forward to pull the skirt off of her completely and toss it aside. But she wiggled free from him, returning to her spot at his hips.

She could feel his muscles tensing beneath her and she chuckled again. "You're so impatient." She scolded, her hands sliding up his stomach to his chest, fingers splayed. "Touch, explore... feel what I feel..."

The little woman squeaked as he rolled them over, figuring his iron will had finally melted away. But she was wrong. His large hand cupped her cheek and he carefully found her mouth, kissing her deeply before he moved on. He peppered more kisses along her jaw, to her ear, and then down her neck. Her head tilted, granting him all the access he wanted. When he found the soft flesh where her shoulder and neck met he delivered a firm bite, drawing another yelp from her that quickly turned into a soft moan.

His hands wandered across her smooth skin, pausing to caress her breasts and gently pinch at her nipples. He kissed each side of her, in turn, and continued his parade down to her hips. It was his turn to smile at her ragged breath. He parted her legs, his hands sliding beneath her and lifting her hips up to him. This time he only kissed one side, delivering another firm bite, he let her soft inner thigh guide him to his prize. When his tongue met her wet folds she arched, but he held her firm.

She was gloriously wet for him already, clearly having gained pleasure from her teasing of him. He lapped up her juices, his tongue sinking into her from time to time, drawing out the sweetest of her. He buried his face into her, the moans she tried to muffle fueling him on. He nibbled and sucked, doing his best to leave nothing unsampled until she squirmed beneath him. With a final, firm lick he released her, chuckling himself, "Now who's impatient?"

Her fingers were twisted into the sheets, her chest rising and falling quickly. "Tarkus..." it was all the permission he needed. The knight stretched out atop her, his hands seeking hers. He caught her small wrists and held them in place above her head with one hand, the other he used to guide himself to her pussy lips. She met him eagerly, her body aching for his.

He plunged into her, Lyra arching against him, her hips tilting so that she could take him all in. She whimpered his name again and it drove him on. The hand he used as a guide now kept her hips angled perfectly. He drove himself in and out of her, her need for him making it an easy motion.

She pulled against his hold on her wrists, but he was far stronger than she was. She could do little more than let him take her as he pleased, and that thrill began to build in her belly. Had she said anything more than his name? She couldnt recall, but it didnt seem to matter much. When he had built up the fires within her she no longer whimpered at him. She struggled in his hold, wanting so desperately for him to push her over the beautiful edge he'd dragged her to.

But the bastard refused. When her tone had changed and it had taken on more of a plea he slowed his furious thrusting. He lowered his mouth to hers again, his troubles met with a furious bite. "Tell me what you want." He demanded, licking the spot she had just brutalized and tasting the metallic hint of blood.

She pulled at her wrists again and growled. With his weight bearing down on her she couldn't even angle her hips at him any more. Her temper flared, "You know what I want." She seethed.

"I have a good idea, yeah." He didn't argue. "But it would please me if you said it."

Those last words froze her mid yank. Those were her words, uttered back to her in his deeper tone. But she had said them to him the night hed struggled to confess his love to her. He had, of course, as sick and tired as he had been... and now he used them against her.

Lyra bit the inside of her cheek, her jaw muscle twitching with anger. Tarkus shifted over her, switching his weight and causing him to shift inside her as well. Her temper gave way, "I want you..." she whispered.

He suppressed the shiver that wanted to shoot down his spine then. "Want me to what...?" He nudged.

"No." At first he thought she'd refused to answer, fighting back. But she continued, "just you... I just want you..."

It was said in such earnestness the knight was given pause. He released her wrists then and he felt her arms wrap around him, beckoning him to her. He gave her her wish as they kissed, but when he continued his conquest of her sex it was no longer the rough powerful thrusts it had been.

Wrapping his arm under her back he picked her up and leaned backwards. She settled her hands on his shoulders and rocked her hips, this new position far more intimate. He wished he could see her. What faces was she making, was her skin flushed as it was when he brought her close to climax?

He wove his fingers into her hair, his forearm still bracing her back for balance. He gently tilted her head, nibbling and kissing her neck and chin as she rode him.

When Lyra felt the build up again it wasn't the raging fire she had come to know and expect. It was as if he was slowly stroking embers, adding tinder and logs to build up a hearth fire. Not a raging forest fire that roared out of control until he put an end to it.

She had begun to tremble, he felt it. He felt a lot of things. Rocking her hips he was pressed against her upper walls, gliding along inside her at an almost painfully slow and shallow rate. Her chest, pressed against his own, was soft save her hardened nipples, stimulated as they were from his previous assault and now their entwined selves.

He was careful when he leaned back, shifting his legs from under him. He used one arm to brace himself, the other clamped around her so she wouldnt tumble off of him. Once flat on his back again he gave her back control.

Free to have full motion again the healer rejoiced. She placed her hands on his chest to keep herself steady before she rose her hips. She let them fall, buring him in herself to his base. Both let out satisfied noises, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh nearly drowning it out.

She did this again and again, raising herself till he was barely inside of her and then thrusting downwards, impaling herself on his cock. She kept the rythm for sometime, giving them both the pleasure they now sought together. It was only when she felt his thumb press against her clit that she faltered. She jolted as the sensitive nub was pressed firmly. He slide off of it, prodding at where their bodies joined and coating his thumb in their combined juices. Did she always get this slick for him?