Author's Notes:
This story is erotic fantasy, set in a world of magic. I retain the right to be listed as the author of this story, posted at
Literotica
wherever it appears. Excerpts may be posted elsewhere with links to the story on Lit, but to repost the entire story, I require that you obtain permission from me first.
Set a little over a year before my story "Blackhawk Hall", this tale follows Arilee and relates the events that eventually led her to Fightershaven and her destiny.
I occasionally make use of "modern" weights and measures in my writing, and I hope this doesn't jar those fantasy readers who prefer archaic measures such as "cubits" and "leagues".
I know everyone has been waiting for more Arilee, and I hope you like this little look into her past before I launch the sequel to Blackhawk.
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Lil stayed for quite a bit longer than just the
couple of hours
she originally planned, the three friends having entirely too much fun catching up and reminiscing about old times. When Lillian wearily wandered home, it was all Ari and Amos could do to crawl into bed.
When the sun rose in the morning, Amos got up from the bed and hung a sheet over the window, blocking out the light, and immediately crawled back into bed. Arilee laughed quietly, but leaned up against her man and drifted back off to sleep too. With his help, she would able to finish her work quickly, and thus could afford the luxury of a few extra hours of rest.
An hour or so later, Ari awakened yet again. She was simply too used to rising early to sleep very long into the morning. As the last vestiges of sleep evaporated in her mind, she realized that something was pressing against her arm where it was draped across Amos' body beneath the sheet. A shiver ran through her from the feeling of his hard cock against her skin.
The steadily building passion they had shared the previous day before being interrupted by Mazzar and Lillian immediately flared back to life. Arilee sucked in deep breaths, heat and wetness gathering between her legs as she let her fingers run over his erection. Looking up at her love, she found him still sound asleep.
The sheet was just lying atop both of them, so Ari tugged it slowly down off both of their bodies. Neither had felt like putting on nightclothes the night before, so they were both nude beneath the coverings. Ari licked her lips and shuddered when the sheet slipped down to reveal Amos' manhood.
Leaning over him, she swirled her tongue in her mouth, her saliva building quickly in anticipation of wrapping her lips around him. With a quiet moan, Arilee gave his cock a broad-tongued swipe from root to tip, and then curled her tongue around the purple tip before returning to the base to lap upward again.
Amos groaned in sleepy confusion, but the tone of the groan changed to something much different when he realized Arilee was bathing his cock with her tongue. "Good morning, Angel," he moaned.
Ari looked up at him and smiled, and then engulfed him without a word. Amos let out a long groan and lay a hand on the back of her head, which was now bobbing slowly up and down his shaft. He let her golden curls flow through his fingers as her mouth tantalized him.
Ari moaned when the explosion of taste from a drop of pre-cum flooded her mouth. She moved back to the tip of his cock and sucked hard, earning another drop for her efforts. She was burning with need now, and she wasn't going to satisfy that need with him in her mouth.
Releasing him and looking back up into his eyes with a hungry, lusty expression, Arilee climbed over his body and leaned down to kiss him. As soon as they broke from the kiss, Ari moved her hips back slightly and reached down between her legs to grasp his cock behind her. Holding him gently by the tip, she eased her hips backward until he touched her folds, and then sank down onto the full length of his manhood.
Ari's back arched as he slid into her depths, which thrust her breasts out toward him. He reached up and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, saying, "I love it when you're the one to ask for it, or take what you need."
She blushed, but her slight embarrassment only lasted a moment before a jolt of pleasure caused by a throb of his cock inside her, banished the thought. She knew he liked her initiating their lovemaking, but she was simply too shy to do so most of the time. This morning, her passion had simply overwhelmed her. He had that effect on her, and he loved the results of it. They were truly made for each other.
Arilee closed her eyes as she rocked her hips slowly, stroking him inside her tight embrace. Little moans of pleasure burst from her every time he pressed into her depths, and a sharp gasp likewise escaped her when she felt his hands grasp her bottom.
Amos kneaded his lover's buttocks, watching both the pleasure in her eyes and the hypnotic sight of her breasts swaying in front of him. Propping himself up on one elbow, he suckled one of her nipples into his mouth and massaged it with his lips for a few moments.
She rewarded him with a loud moan, and a slight increase in the pace of her hip movements. Her eyes popped open, her ecstasy evident to Amos in those pale blue orbs and the long, fluttering lashes that framed them. Moving her knees slightly, she found a better position and started to thrust her hips back at him harder and faster.
Ari could feel the steadily building warmth in her loins starting to rush throughout her body now. The quiet slapping sounds of her bottom coming to rest on his legs with every movement of her hips, beat out an ever-louder tempo as her passions mounted. Suddenly, she felt her muscles clench and her eyes opened wide. She was held in stasis, hovering on the edge of an explosion, for what seemed like hours, and then the floodgates within her opened.
A long warbling cry of pleasure bubbled from Arilee's lips as her walls clenched tight around him, and she fell into a world where nothing except the sweet release of her orgasm existed. As the first wave subsided, she rocked her hips once, setting off another explosive release of energy and a blissful cry of surprised delight.
Amos stroked her back as she slowly settled down from her heights, his cock still rock hard in her satin-soft embrace. He had a strong need to relieve himself, and it was deadening the sensation of her wrapped around him just enough to stave off his own climax.
As her breathing returned to normal, Ari kissed her man and whispered, "That was wonderful. You didn't... you know..."
Amos shook his head, "No, I know we aren't ready for that. I'm going to have to go let off some pressure before I'm going to come up, my bladder feels like it's about to burst."
Ari pouted a little, and then shuddered from an aftershock before saying, "Oh, I don't want you to leave me."
Amos grinned and responded, "I think I'll be fine, especially if I get to see you trembling and hear you crying out in pleasure again."
She gasped as those words sent a fresh jolt of pleasure shooting through her body, fanning her internal flames again. Amos wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him, and then rolled until they were both on their sides. With their bodies pressed tight together like two halves of a mold, Amos pulled back and thrust into her depths once more.
Ari wrapped her arms tight around him, pressure within her building in a rush toward another explosion. She whimpered and gasped even as he groaned, and Ari knew that he was drawing close to his point of no return as well. She squeezed even tighter when she toppled over the edge into her perfect place of ecstasy once more.
Her walls squeezing him so tight was too much, and Amos had to jerk free of her depths before he accidentally released his seed inside her. He let out a growling scream as he pulled from her, echoed by her loud, surprised yelp from the sensation of his filling girth leaving her.
In a series of gasps, Amos said, "Okay, maybe I was wrong. That was too close."
Still panting from her orgasm, Ari slid down on the bed while pushing on Amos' hip to guide him to his back. As soon as she could reach him, she wrapped her lips around his throbbing manhood and took him in deep.
The taste and scent of her juices coating him filled her senses, as it always did when she brought him to his peak this way after he made love to her. The bittersweet taste of her own juices set off another shockwave of pleasure through her, causing her to moan around him as she felt him pulse, and heard him groan.