A New Life

A New Life
by Orleans

Story Notes

Characters: Ulaume, Lianvis

Rating: NC17

Beta: Steph, thank you.

Summary: My first attempt in this fandom. Ulaume’s life changed when he started his new life with the tribe of the Kakkahar.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters; they all belong to Storm Constantine. No money is made.

A New Life

I was getting tired and all I wanted to do was lying down and sleep. For how long I had been waiting inside this pompous tent since my arrival I really had no idea. Not that I particularly cared, I just wanted to finally rest.

It was too hot for my liking, since it was barely past midday and the sun was directly at the zenith. I felt terribly sticky and the dried blood on my wrists and ankles made me want to scratch the skin from the bones there.

All I wanted – beside some sleep- was a nice bath to get rid off the dirt. That was indeed the worst thing of all, when I thought about it. I hated to be dirty like this! Dust, sand, blood and sweat covered me like a second skin; I couldn’t stand the smell of myself.

After some unknown hara of this new tribe had pulled the blindfold away, unceremoniously lead me into this tent and told me to sit down no one had bothered about me. I just had caught a glimpse at a tall, golden haired hara who was sitting in front of the tent with the leader of my ‘keepers’. That was all.

I was thirsty as hell too, licking my dry lips, I hoped that someone would think of giving me something to drink after the long journey I had behind me, but no.

No one entered the tent for a long time and I simply couldn’t make myself get up and look through the wooden cupboard nearby. And that was the famous hospitality of the notorious Kakkahaar? If so, then the stories were terribly exaggerated.

From time to time I heard soft murmurs coming somewhere from the left, where the entrance of this tent had to be. Words drifted through the fabrics, words I didn’t really understand. Only now and then I recognized the voices. The delegation of the Colurastes, ‘my’ tribe, I thought sourly, was obviously still trying to sell my hide. Perhaps the leader of this camp had no interest at all to buy me? Would be funny to see what they’d do then.

While I waited I took my time to study the insides of this palace; never would I have expected this luxury and decadency inside of this, from the outside so inconspicuous tent.

Outside the color was brown, perfect to melt with the surroundings of the desert. Inside a miracle of colors almost blinded the eye.

Silken veils separated the large pavilion into several rooms and narrow corridors; there were numerous furs on the floor as well. Plump pillows and cautions waited for someone to rest on them after a long day, the shelves with many heavy books were inviting. A sofa, a wardrobe, a tall mirror, several chests and more blankets and pillows. I had no idea how the other ‘rooms’ looked like but I guessed they were more or less the same.

I shifted on my wooden chair and tried to find a more comfortable position. It was more difficult to sit still when you were not only bound but shackled as well. The metal around my wrists made a protesting sound when I moved and I chuckled merrily. The Colurastes must indeed fear me that they saw it necessary to restrain me thusly. Surely they had learnt their lessons well.

I could have easily escaped them on the way hither, but why should I exert myself? I still could run away when I didn’t like my new home here – if I was to live here anyway.

I just would wait. Still smiling I tried to relax but my poor beat up back protested when I leant back against the chair and I sat straight up again.

After a short while, I finally sensed someone approaching and quickly sobered and schooled my features. The veils moved in a soft breeze and then there was a tall and slim har standing in the room
I haven’t heard a single sound and I was slightly impressed, although I’d rather die than admitting it to anyone.

I recognized him now, his long golden hair was not to be mistaken; he was the har my ‘keepers’ had been talking to all the time. He was the one to buy me from them. I didn’t hear them any longer and he didn’t tell me to move my ass out of his home, so I guessed that I was ‘his’ now. Well, it would show later who the real master was in this tent.

I looked him up and down and let him see what I was doing before opening my senses to assess him. His mind was shielded, but I caught his name (it was Lianvis) and I could feel something like an alluringly dark and powerful cloud surrounding him.

There was more to him than met the eye and that attracted me. I really shouldn’t feel like that, but I couldn’t help myself and watched him closely. Was it any wonder after long weeks of travelling that my body reacted that way when it was presented to an attractive har?

He had obviously changed his clothes; instead of his dark leather pants and shirt he wore now a silken robe of deep blue and black; these colors fitted nicely with his blue eyes and golden hair. At once I became aware of my own dirty and unkempt appearance and couldn’t help myself but snarled at him in pretended annoyance.

He didn’t move a hair and came closer, obviously intending to undo the shackles. When he was close enough I jumped and raised my arms and locks of my hair to strangle him.

Well, the next thing I knew was that I was lying on my back, staring at the ceiling and trying not to breath in too deeply.

In a moment I was up again and tried to bring him to fall. He stumbled, surprised by this attack, I think, but then he regained his balance and I was slammed back with some invisible force. I slithered on the ground until my body stilled on a fur.

Despite a terribly aching head I smirked to myself. That was indeed a nice show of power. Long I’ve been looking for someone who might possess such and now, at the end of the world, the Colurastes in their haste have presented it to me on a silver tray.

Still smiling, I sat up, my back protested against this movement but I brushed it aside. My fingers caressed the fur I was laying on and for the first time since his entering I though I saw the flicker of an emotion in his eyes. He was on guard, I could tell. Then he spoke to me for the first time.

“If you try this again I might be tempted to build a nice cage for you to sit in,” he said. If this was an empty threat or not I didn’t know, but it didn’t really matter. But he had a nice voice, dark and rich and only with the slightest hint of an accent I didn’t know.

“I will behave- for now,” I replied and both his eyebrows rose. Only then I noticed that the color of his eyebrows didn’t match with the one of his hair; it was darker. An interesting combination. I decided to like him.

“Your behaviour is not befitting of a slave,” he said sternly, but he didn’t really mean it. I could feel his underlying amusement clearly, although he was good in his attempt to conceal it.

“I’m many things but not a slave,” I said sweetly.

“This I can see. But I paid for you. What does that make you?”

“As I said, I’m not a slave. If you don’t know what to do with me then it’s your problem. I didn’t ask you to buy me – Will you free me of this?” I raised my hand and shook it to make clear what I meant.

“Will you try to attack me again?” he asked mildly and opened one of the boards to take a bottle out.

Licking my dry lips I just shrugged, “I’m not stupid. You’re stronger than me at the moment. Attacking you wouldn’t serve anyone.”

“I think I can see why they wanted to get rid off you. You talk too much, that’s why they sold you for such a low price.” He filled a goblet with a golden liquid and approached me. I ignored the bait and remained silent.

I didn’t know what he did; he simply said a guttural word and touched the metal around my wrist. The next moment the shackles fell to the ground and I was free of all bounds. Then he handed me the goblet, “drink. You must be thirsty.”

I was indeed and took the offering but I still didn’t drink, only stared at the unknown liquid. “What is it?”

“Only wine, watered down. I’m not going to poison you, if you fear that.”

“I’m not afraid of anything,” I said and as if to show it I took a sip of it. It tasted sweet and cool. Not bad.

He shrugged, said down opposite to me, still on his guard and took a big sip directly out of the bottle. “They told me a nice story. You wanted to kill their leader? Why?”

I sighed, “If you have to know, he didn’t stop when I told him to. I think the word pelki is known to you. But I’m stronger than he was. I still wish I had succeeded to strangle him.” I took another sip, knowing that I’d feel sick when I drank too much at once.

“What did you do exactly?” he asked with narrowed eyes. “They seemed terrified when they talked about you.”

Terrified? That was good. “I can show you, if you are not afraid,” I offered.

“I’m surely not afraid, Colurast; show me, but I warn you.”

Smiling I put the goblet away. Then I stood to approach him on wobbly feet. I came close and put my arms around his neck, looking him deeply in his eyes while I willed my hair to loosely wrap itself around his form. He remained still all the time, but I felt his fascination. This was good to know; I could use it later to my advantage.

“It can hurt like hell and when I want to I can squeeze the life out of you,” I said softly. To demonstrate my point I let one single strand become tighter until it left a red mark in his surprisingly soft flesh of his arm.

“Interesting,” he only said and fingered a dirty lock. “You need a bath; you stink. Come with me now.”

“How nice,” I said sourly. He stood and I released my hold on him. I followed him through the corridors within the tent to another ‘room’. A wooden tube stood there, already filled with hot, sweet smelling water and foam.

Again my skin started to tingle uncomfortably beneath the dirt. Not needing an invitation- or waiting for one. I quickly shed my clothes and let them fall to the ground before I almost stumbled over my own feet in the haste to get into the water.

I was about to step inside but pulled my foot back when the wound from the shackles came in contact with the water. It stung so much it brought tears to my eyes. I wanted to try again, only because I had no wish to give myself a bareness in front of Lianvis who was watching me. What I never have expected happened: he was beside me and put his hand around my ankle without really touching me.

“May I?”

“Why would you care to ask me for permission?”

“Oh well, I simply here don’t want to get strangled by accident.”

I rolled my eyes and nodded then; he gently ran his fingers along the raw area. The wound disappeared and my skin tingled again, this time from the magic that surrounded me. He repeated whatever he did with my other ankle, my back and my wrists. Then he ‘allowed’ me to sit down in the tub, which I promptly did.

It was heavenly, the water had the perfect temperature and I- for the first time in what seemed ages- could wash myself. In no time the water turned brown and muddy but I didn’t care. I was that relaxed that I even allowed Lianvis to wash my hair and didn’t pull back when his hands started to stray a bit, touching lightly my shoulders and chest.

Then he went away; I heard him doing something behind me but I was too lazy to care right now.

After a while, when the water turned cold, I stood and dried my skin with one of the towels that were prepared for me. Then I faced the first of countless arguments with my new so-called master.

“I’m not wearing this!” I said and crossed my arms. On the chair was a thin, silky see-through something that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“You will,” he said dryly, “are you hungry?”

“Stupid question,” I shot back. “I will not wear this; I’d rather starve. I’m neither your slut nor a slave.”

He grinned, “We need to discuss this point. I bought you….”

“Give me some real clothes and I will work for you. Then…”

“I don’t want you to work. I want to show you off. No har has someone like you.”

“I’m no plaything!” I stamped my foot like a spoiled child.

“Go around naked then, I don’t care,” he suggested with a shrug. I didn’t reply and grabbed my filthy clothes from the ground. Luckily they were still here.

“Fuck you,” I said, raised my chin and started to step into the filthy trousers. I really didn’t like to do this but I was curious to see how he would react. In either case I would have to be careful.

He kept me going for a minute or so, then he sighed, “Stop it. You are too stubborn for my liking. Come along then and pick what you want to wear.”

I stopped still and eyed him suspiciously. This was indeed an easy victory, perhaps too easy. Slowly I stepped out of the leg of the trousers again, scooted my filthy clothes into my arms and followed him back to the first room where he motioned me to open the wardrobe.

I hesitated, “Is this a damned test or what? I’m certainly not in the mood for games.”

He smiled only mysteriously in return and stepped back to watch what I would do next. Undecidedly I stood there for a moment, and then I cursed, swiftly raised my hands and threw my pack of dirty clothes in his face before I turned my back on him to look at the wardrobe.

It was almost so full that the door sprang practically open. But all the clothes were neatly folded and without wrinkles when I looked them over.

Behind me I heard a thud when the clothes fell out of his arms to the floor. Quickly I scanned the insides of the wardrobe and picked something made of leather in dark blue before he could rethink his decision. It was a long vest that reached to my knees and black trousers. That would cover me up nicely.

It felt wonderful to have clean clothes again.

When I was done he lead me outside; we stepped into the sun and I had to close my eyes against the sudden brightness. Hard to believe that the tent offered so much shelter.

In the entrance there stood a table, which hadn’t been there before, loaded with different food. There was soup, bread, vegetables, fruit and so much more I never had seen in my life.

The group of hara who’d brought me here were still in the camp, preparing to leave, as it seemed. The leader of them saw me and put the pack he’d been holding to the ground and came over.

“You will stay here,” he stated the obvious with a calm face.

“Oh, really? I’d never have guessed.” I batted my eyes at him and he grimly shook his head.

“You will learn your place.”

With a last heated look he turned and I – without further ado – simply sat and started to wolf down the food without waiting for Lianvis who had watched the whole incident with interest. He sat as well and simply watched me, the amusement evident in his eyes while he ate a little bread.

“You think it’s funny, eh?” I said between two bites.

“Yes, you are entertaining company indeed. What’s your name?”

I narrowed my eyes. As if he hadn’t talked about me for hours! “Ulaume,” I said finally and continued eating. He didn’t say anything further but just nodded. I ate until I felt pleasantly full for the first time in weeks. Sitting back I sipped a bit coffee.

For a while I did nothing else but simply watched the life going on in the camp. Lots of hara passed by, throwing only short looks at me, assessing me all the same. Lianvis remained silent as well.

“Now what?” I said finally and put the cup back, holding my full stomach. I felt sleepy now, but in a good way.

He knew at once what I meant, “At first you will clean this up.” He made a pause as if he expected me to protest, but I stayed quiet instead of telling him my opinion and he continued. “When you’re done you can walk and look around if you like, or you can rest. From now on you will live here with me in this tent, responsible for it. That means you fetch water and wood, clean up, wash and stitch clothes and so on. Any more questions?”

“Only one. Are you not afraid I might run away?”

“Where to? Alone, into the desert? Good luck,” he simply said and got up, “come. I will show you where we take care of this,” he pointed at the used dishes.

Taking my time I cleaned the dishes for over half an hour; right now I was too tired to argue about doing that work. Just when I was finished Lianvis appeared and told me where to put everything.

Suppressing a yawn I collected the dishes and followed him back inside where he showed me everything.

“Here you can sleep,” he said finally and pointed at the room in the back of the tent before he went off again.

“Good night,” called after him, although it was only early afternoon.

Despite the early hour, I sat down and touched the blankets and furs. My own place to rest. It could be so much worse. Actually I had it now much better than with the Colurastes. I shrugged out of my clothes and laid down. It was very comfortable to nestle into the soft cushions and soon I fell asleep.

***

It didn’t take long and I found myself feeling at home in this camp. Even more at home than I had ever felt with my own tribe. I really tried to stay on guard all the time but the next few weeks I spent mostly in contentment, so that I slowly allowed myself to relax.

It was a good life I had found; no one told me what to do, no one ordered me around. No one dared to do so. Even Lianvis said ‘please’, whenever he asked something of me.

After getting up I’d have breakfast, took care of small things in *my* tent, like looking after food and water supplies or simply taking care of the laundry, and then was free to do whatever I wanted.

Of course, there were other hara that usually took care of these things but I felt more comfortable doing t myself for now.

I was free in a sense I’d never known before and used this new opportunity in the fullest. Often I walked around the camp, met new hara and became slowly acquainted with them. I didn’t make any real friends though; I simply didn’t have the wish to do so. And they were not eager as well, obviously the story about my oh so terrible deed had been spread and now they were suspicious of me.

As a fact, they only saw me as a slave and slut for a while but after I managed to beat three of them into unconsciousness at once after they had tried to take some liberties with my body I felt their attitude slowly changing. They noticed that they couldn’t do what they wanted with me.

I sensed growing respect, mixed with caution and even some hints of fear whenever I came into sight.
They were indeed afraid of me! No longer they called me Lianvis slave, oh no! I liked this new experience immensely and did everything to assure my new position.

I expected to be punished for beating the three hara up, but punishment never came. Lianvis only raised an eyebrow when somehar told him the story and only said that I should try not to kill anyone in his camp, if possible. That was all. I was neither restricted nor was my freedom limited in any way.

Soon I noticed that, whenever they talked about me, there was an air of uneasiness around them and often I saw them casting a look over their shoulders if they were afraid I might be watching them. And watching I did. Soon there was nothing going on in the camp I didn’t know about.

And Lianvis realized this as well; it didn’t take long and he started asking me questions about every important and not so important incident, He wanted to know *my* opinion before he talked about the matters with other hara.

Although nohar dared to force me to do any work I started to make myself useful wherever I could, learning more about the life and the other different hara in the camp as well. Whoever I was working with treated me with respect and wariness. I liked that development immensely.

I also spent much time in Lianvis’ tent, which I called my home now, reading in the heavy volumes and long scrolls, learning a lot about magic, its uses and the power that lay within Wraeththu. I learned what it meant to be Wraeththu and was soon able to focus and control my inner powers when the other har was not around.
I had no idea if he’d allow me to read his books. But somehow I was sure he knew what I was doing but he didn’t forbid it. Sometimes I even had the feeling he encouraged me to learn; more than once he challenged me to show him some proofs of my progress. A challenge I gladly accepted.

Lianvis- he was a mystery to me, even after all the weeks I’ve been in his company. He didn’t press me in any matters, no. Although he often pointed out that he bought me (if he meant it as a joke, I had no idea), he never touched me again after the first time when he washed my hair. No accidental brushes of my skin, no straying hands, no kisses.

But that didn’t mean he did nothing, oh no. He was a smart seducer, and he knew that I knew what he was doing.

He gave me seductive smiles, often I found new clothes on my bed, books, oils for my skin, colors to apply on my face, ribbons for my hair and other more or less practical gifts. One morning there was a single white flower lying beside me on the pillow. Thoughtfully I touched the soft petals, wondering what he would do next.

Small things, but every time they happened a strange flutter in my belly made itself noticeable.

I caught myself that I started to watch him closely, especially when visitors asked for guidance in different matters. The Kakkahaar. had quite a reputation, that they were able to see the future and such.

Nonsense, as I quickly discovered, but it was nonsense cleverly concealed. Not only hara but human as well found the way to the camp to talk to Lianvis about their future. I didn’t like the way they looked at me, but I was not allowed to hurt them, so I just stayed out of their way most of the time.

Life went on in the camp in the normal, predictable way until one afternoon when I was alone in the tent
I was sitting on my bed with a heavy book on my lap, engrossed in a chapter about spirit lanes. It was very enlightening and again I realized what Wraeththu were indeed able of. I didn’t hear Lianvis returning, only when his shadow fell over the page I looked up, feeling like caught in the act.

I already prepared some witty and sharp remarks should he attack me verbally but he simply looked at the chapter and stretched out close beside me on the ground. I waited for him to pull the book out of my hand but he never did. He looked tired tonight and for the first time I saw thin lines around his expressive eyes.

“Can you dance?” The question took my aback for a moment. That was nothing I had expected to hear. I closed the book, leaving a finger in between the pages as a bookmark and concentrated on Lianvis.

“Dance? What do you have in mind?” I asked back. The problem was that I had never danced before.

“There’s a celebration in two nights, we dance to honor Hubisag, our dehar. I want you to take part,” he said and lightly traced his finger across the book.

I nodded thoughtfully; of course I have heard much of said celebration in honor of the dehar during the last few days. “I’m not sure I know your dances,” I said carefully, “I don’t want to anger him with my lacking ability.”

“Do not worry, it doesn’t matter. There are no special moves, just let your body lead you. What do you say?”

I shrugged, thinking it over.

“Take part,” he said, when I was hesitating, “see this as kind of payback for the hospitality offered to you.”

“Alright then. But I have nothing to wear, nothing for such ceremonies at least.”

“I will take care of it,” he said and laid down on his back. He closed his eyes and I continued to read. That was the conversation of this evening.

Later when I put the book aside and looked at him, he was fast asleep on my bedding. I covered him with a soft fur because the nights in the desert could be terribly cold, then shrugged out of my clothes and snuggled up into my blankets. When I woke up during the night he was gone.

The next morning somehar brought me a package. Inside I found a silken nothing, the dress for the dance obviously. It was very similar to the thing Lianvis had wanted me to wear the day I arrived. I frowned at first when I spread the fabric on my blanket to have a better look at it, but then I shrugged; did it matter? Well, why shouldn’t I wear this? It was only one night and surely I could show off my body just once?

When the sun started to go down I started to prepare myself for the dance.

A long bath helped me to relax, and then I rubbed scented oil into my skin to make it shine. The clothes were not very difficult to put on; they only consisted in almost see through silken veils that only covered my most intimate parts and otherwise floated around me with each step. I liked the feeling of it against my skin and pranced around the tent – all the time in front of the tall mirror- to see how I looked like. Last but not least I added some kohl to my eyes and braided my hair into a nice style. It was almost needless to say that I was indeed extremely pleased with my appearance.

It was already dark when I was finished and soon the sound of the drum told me of the beginning of the feast. Slowly I left the tent, aware of the more or less hidden glances thrown my way, although I tried my best to melt with the shadows.

Following the sounds I soon left the line of the tents. In front of the camp was a wide lane with a large bonfire in the middle. Around it several hara were already dancing and moving in the rhythm of the drums. Soon someone started to play a flute as well. I stood in the shadows and waited, watching the crowd for now; I was looking for Lianvis, I realized.

Finally I found him standing at the other side of the circle, his eyes intend on watching the dancing hara, but seemingly looking for something. Or someone?

Was he looking for me perhaps? But why should he?

His long wild hair was loose tonight, not braided as it usually was, and it fell down to the small of his back in a shimmering golden waterfall. His tunic was short and he was barefooted as the rest of us. But despite everything it could not be mistaken that he was the leader of this tribe.

I felt the beat crawling up into my bones, my legs twitched and slowly, almost against my will, I stepped forward to join the dancers.

They parted before me and soon I started moving with the rhythm of the beat. I stopped all worrying, all thinking and simply became one with the sound. The earth shook under my feet and I threw my head back and let my hair fly.

This time I didn’t mind when I felt gentle hands caressing my body while we all danced. And all the time I was aware of Lianvis’ stare in my direction. I whirled around and danced towards him with swaying hips, and at last extended my hand when I stopped before him.

Would he join me or brush me aside?

For long moments it seemed he stared at me with his intense blue eyes and then I felt his warm and strong fingers enclosing mine before he pulled me close.

Our bodies moved together in the middle of the space, near the fire and around. He moved snakelike and pulled me with him. Time lost its meaning for me and I came back down to earth when I felt myself pulled out of the circle later in the night.

Somehow we were both standing in the middle of our tent; how we came to be here I had no idea at all.

Lianvis reminded me of a lion; predatorily he looked me over, breathing hard from the dance. Outside, I still heard the drums and the sound of feet stumping on dry earth but the world outside ceased to exist when the har in front me sank to the ground on all fours, slowly advancing on me. I stepped back until the cautions of the bed made me stumble and, graceless, I fell backwards.

As Lianvis crept forward on all fours, resolve clearly shining in his eyes, I felt my stomach flutter in excitement.

“I desire you,” he whispered in a rare show of emotion. He was so very close now and leaned forward so our lips were but a hair’s width apart. Still he gave me the chance to pull back if I wanted. He would not force me. That I knew for sure and made my decision.

“Then have me,” I purred.

He grabbed me behind the head and pulled me in for a hungry kiss; soon we were sharing breath and I couldn’t stop myself when I first tasted all the dark power in his being. I took it all into myself like a hungry har would devour food. Gasping he broke the contact and looked at me.

“It seems I have underestimated you, my dear Ulaume,” he said, emphasising each word and speaking my name for the first time ever. “You are much more powerful on your own than I have thought.”

“And what do you think now?”

“I think I will always thank the Colurastes for bringing you to this camp.” With gentle determination he rolled me onto my back and blanketed me. I let him and invitingly opened my legs. Long I have turned soume for him. But seemingly he still enjoyed playing.

After kissing me, he licked and nipped his way to my left ear and sucking gently on the skin behind it. I was sure he was leaving his mark on me. Finally marking me as his own. Well, now I didn’t mind it. With no effort I reversed our positions and he lay beneath me. I tilted his head up, neither gentle nor forcefully and leant down to bite his skin there, right above the collar line. Too late he noticed what I was up to and rolled us over. I grinned; the red mark was obvious on his sunburnt skin.

“You little devil, you,” he growled deeply in his throat. Then he simply tore the silken veils that hardly covered me up apart and threw the remnants away. He was still fully clothed and I tugged at the hem of his shirt.

“Take it off, I want to see you.” In no time he was bare; a tanned god as it seemed to me. Beautiful, sinful and full of power that waited to be unleashed.

My heart pounded in my chest as desires, long denied, were released. The primal part of me became alive when Lianvis took over control.

My body arched up on its own accord as the talented tongue left a wet trail from my neck to my chest. Nipping, licking, shallow bites until I was almost out of my mind.

He went lower, his now unbound hair gliding over my skin in the process as he started to nip at my hipbone and went to lay between my open thighs, which I spread even wider in invitation.

His tongue found the first sikra and stimulated it. I gasped as I arched my back. My hands caressed his hair while his wicked mouth teased my soume lam until I though I was bursting.

Stopping for only a moment, Lianvis looked up and made eye contact with me. “You are bringing me pleasure. With every cry, with every arch, you bring me pleasure beyond reckoning.”

“Do… not tease…me…ohhh…so,” I heard myself begging. I could feel him smirk against my thigh and when he replied, his warm breath sent shivers up my spine.

“Your wish is my command.”

He moved up and finally his lips met with mine again. Before I could mourn the loss of his tongue in my soume lam I felt being filled by him. He moaned into my mouth and I felt a sense of power seeing him coming undone.

Lianvis slowly sheathed himself completely and I savoured every second of it. The feeling of his hot pulsating fire was intense; then he began to thrust slowly and together we spiralled out to the stars to finally explode into blinding colors.

His exhausted form was a pleasant weight upon me and I purred with contentment while I slowly ran my fingers through his hair. My body was relaxed and I felt sated. Too long have I been without aruna before him, but now my need for it was gone.

When he regained his breath he rolled off me and propped up on an elbow. He stared long into my eyes and bent his head to gently kiss my swollen lips. Then he lay down and pulled me into a warm embrace against his chest.

I was wide awake for a long time after he’d finally succumbed to sleep. I pondered this development; well, it didn’t come as a surprise really. We were what we were, the need for aruna was part of our lives and this was only the beginning, I could feel it.

I cuddled closer against him, I didn’t love him, but I was content to be with him nonetheless. In his way he was my teacher, my friend, my master, my prey.

My life continued this way, changing very little during the years, until one day two lone traveller called Cal and Pellaz arrived…

The End

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