***** by Prejudice for Literotica 12.10.2010 *****
She was dreaming of dragons and storm clouds, lightening and heavy rain. A voice carried with the mighty wind whispered;
"I'm so sorry."
She bolted upright, daggers at the ready. There was someone in her room. Her eyes adjusted to the lack of light and she could discern a shadow over by the open window. She moved with the speed of a snake and plunged one of her small daggers into the arm of the unknown spy. He grabbed her throat and swung her around before she could thrust the other knife into his chest, let her go abruptly and pulled the dagger out with a pained groan;
"Damn you, girl, always so bloody jumpy."
She took back and stumbled when trying to get away from him.
"You!" She rifled through her bag to find a handful of brightly glowing crystals and they lit up the room so she could see him; Enerdhil stood clutching his left arm to keep the bleeding to a minimum.
"I sure could use some bandages, if you have any in that bag of yours." He was clearly in a lot of pain. She always coated her tiny daggers with a poison that was more for the unpleasant pain than actual danger, and now she wasn't sure if she enjoyed him suffering or not.
"What are you doing here?" She grabbed her swords and moved towards him. He froze when he felt the cold steel of her most prized possession, Madrugada, pressed against his throat;
"I think it was because I wanted to see you, but now I'm not so sure..."
She felt as if the chill of Icecrown had crept in under her skin, but at the same time a tenderly warm sensation was fighting to take hold again.
"I don't want you here." Her voice trembled and she could barely stand up right.
He sensed her hesitation and grabbed the sword with one hand and pushed it to the side. He was still keeping one hand on his arm and seemed to struggle keeping his calm; the poison would start stinging right about now. He sat down and tried to search his own belongings for something to staunch the bleeding with and relieve some pain.
He swore silently as his clumsy hand rummaged through the contents of his bag. Her heart seemed to bounce all over the place; surely he must hear it banging against her ribs? He was mere feet from where she was standing but still felt eons away.
After what felt like hours she couldn't stand the distance anymore and threw herself against him and kissed him so passionately that he forgot what he was doing. He let go of his injured arm and squeezed her as close as possible, his mouth accepted hers greedily; she didn't feel the warm blood trickling onto her thigh, and he didn't feel the pain from the cut. Nothing mattered but this moment. His fingers entwined themselves in her silvery hair and her right hand rested on his chest while her left timidly touched his face as if not sure he was really there with her.
She felt his arms loosen around her waist and she panicked thinking her dream was slipping away but he just felt too weak from the blood loss This stirred her love of the bastard as well as a pained sting of relief at it not being just another one of her endless dreams. She quickly grabbed some bandages from his bag and tied them tightly around his arm. With a swift movement she opened a tiny, elegant bottle of anti-venom and helped him drink it all. She then supported him to the bed and lay down next to him, desperately trying to cover him with her blanket to keep him warm.
With trembling hands he noticed that she had no clothes on and he stroked her naked body. Her skin felt so alive from his touch. He explored her greedily and his mouth demanded hers passionately. They both felt warm now as their bodies slowly entwined. She let out a shy giggle; she wasn't sure how to react to all of this.
He leaned on his injured arm and though it stung a little it only made him smile; her dagger had gone almost right through. Trust her to be the only one that could injure him in any way. He was gazing down into her eyes, studying her fine features. Her pale skin shimmered in the moonlight that shone through the window and he could count every single freckle on her nose.
Suddenly he realized she was looking slightly nervous and uncomfortable; her arm as resting across her breasts, and she lay in a rather strange, crouched position. An idea dawned on him; she'd never been with a man before. His face lit up and he moved down to her face and nuzzled it sweetly, planting a soft kiss on her lips that seemed to last forever.
He felt her muscles relax under his touch. His right hand stroked her belly gently. Her skin was so smooth, he'd never felt anything like it before. He pulled back and looked down on her naked body; she cringed under his gaze and tried to cover herself up better. He uttered a soft laugh and lifted her left hand to his face and kissed it. She barely dared to look up at him; she didn't know what to do and her insecurity was obvious. It was a nice change to see her unable to master a situation with wit, pure luck and weapon skill.
He held on to her arm and lifted himself on top of her; she was surprised that his weight didn't feel scary or intimidating. She looked at his shoulders and let her gaze take in the scars and cuts on his skin. An odd feeling crept through her; she felt warm. He looked good.
He kissed her again, and she accepted his mouth with renewed courage. His tongue demanded hers more greedily and she responded with a shy giggle. He kissed his way downwards slowly. This really did feel rather odd now; her skin hummed at his touch and her breath was shallow. His lips were inches from her nipples when she stopped him;
"I feel strange... Is that normal?"
His forehead touched her shoulder as he laughed at her; she was most charmingly inexperienced.
"This is nothing compared to what you are about to feel." He grinned wickedly at her and let his tongue sweep across her nipple carefully. Her whole body twitched and she yelped with surprise. He saw this as sufficient encouragement, and let his mouth engulf it, biting and sucking on it to her great pleasure, and his. They were so perfect and he moved to the other to give it equal treatment. She forgot being shy for a moment and let her nails trail down his spine, making him moan.
Her legs parted of their own accord and he laid himself so near her that she could feel his manhood pressing against her leg. Her former nerves returned with renewed vigour and he sensed her hesitation. He lifted himself slightly off her to let her breathe. She wasn't even sure where this was heading;
"What are you doing to me? I feel so... And I want something but I don't understand..." With a pained expression she looked up at him. He gazed at her and with a reassuring smile as he pushed himself down and kissed her mound carefully, letting his tongue gently circle her clit.
Her eyes opened wide as she moaned unknowingly. He smiled down at her soft curls and saw it as her way of letting him proceed. His tongue attacked her with such passion and her hands grabbed hold of the sides of the bed turning her knuckles white. He let her enjoy the treatment for what seemed like an age. Her sighs of happiness told him he was doing it right. She tasted divine.
He let one finger slip carefully inside her, and he felt a jolt of surprise run though her;
"A... are you sure you're doing this right? It hurt a bit..." Worried she might be hurting his feelings she hastily added; "I liked everything else!" His tongue ran the length of her pussy lips before he lifted his eyes to hers;
"Yes, my love. I'm doing everything right. But I'm afraid it will hurt a little for you, but I can assure you I will treat you as gently as if you were made from porcelain. But I have to do this..."
He looked almost uncertain. She nodded with an almost inaudible whimper.
