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You see glimpse of me in every person that walks by the Inn that day Several times the door would open and you could have sworn that I was standing on the other side of the street. How many white feathers in the hair could you see in one day, you think?

On break after the lunch crowd you decide to walk down the royal mile from the castle to the guildhall and check on some knives you saw the other day in a leaded window of an armory. Again the shapes and shadows in the glass gave you fits of seeing me. As you headed back to the Inn, you took a different way and peered at the guarded gates of the Temple to Helm. This was the great god of protection and his priests took security very seriously. They had their own army. The gates and the towers were not easily climbed or assaulted.

As you came back to don your apron, you see Kalu sitting alone at a table near the small afternoon fire.

My heart flies up into my throat. You came back! As quickly as can be done without causing too much attention, I don my apron, truly throwing it on, and walk over with an ale in hand. I sit it down in front of you, causing you to look up at me. "How may I serve you? How about I start with an ale on the house and an apology for last night. I'm very sorry about what happened!"

"No no. Absolutely not. It is I who came to apologize. I was a donkey. Please, don’t put that apron on yet. Sit with me please and let me apologize, my love." I am on my feet and pushing the chair, perhaps too forcibly, but you fall into it gladly anyways. As I round the table and reach out my hands and look into your eyes, I remember doing this before, only I’ve never done this before. I shake off the deja vu and peer into your eyes. "I’m sorry. Will you forgive me. I was projecting my own insecurities on you and never gave you a chance to say anything about the way that you feel, I mean, how do you feel today Sune? Hmmm do you recommend the Cobbler’s Pie?" I smile into your joy of your eyes and the touch our your hands, but inside I was cringing about asking about the food. Gods!

I smile eagerly as you ask your questions and have your hands on me, sending shivers of excitement throughout my body. I get the feeling I loathingly described from fairy tales that the princess always got when they met their prince charming, but that's all fake, it can't be happening to me... I don't think.

I drop the tone of my voice, not wanting to be heard by others, "My arm feels amazing, thank you for treating it last night! I can't remember the last time I had an 'injury' feel this much better the next day." Ugh, why did I say that?! Recover, recover!! "I'm honestly glad you're here! I was hoping to see you again... and yes, I do recommend that. I actually prepared the Cobbler Pies for today. Would you like to enjoy a slice with me before I get back to work?" I ask hopeful that you'll say yes... you're undoubtedly going to say yes... I hope.

"Absolutely. I would love to dine with you." Stop...being...so...formal. "Go grab the pie and then sit here next to me." Not THAT informal, moron!!! I keep my eyes on you while my stomach turns. I wonder how I will be able to eat the food. I don't even know what Cobbler Pie is, but she made it with her own hands so I'm sure it has magic kneaded into it.

You return and sit next to me and give me the first bite of the pie with your fork. I am overwhelmed with the familiarity you possess. You must be made of rock nerves and iron stomach from loads of experience with guys, and so possessed of yourself that you do not feel the gittery nerves I do being this close to you. Having kissed you and stripped the blouse off your globe of delight, it maddens me to be so polite and reserved. I want to jump your bones at the table, but also I am dying to pull out of you this sweetness and sass you are exuding. Is this charisma? You have it plenty. I am falling for you and I don't even know how badly yet.

I touch your arm where the bruise was, marveling in the healing that I did not know I possessed and wondering about how my feelings for you may have aided in it. Under the guise of medicine, I touch you. I stroke the little hairs on your arm and watch your breath quicken and the hairs stand on their ends. I catch myself from traveling my hand too far. "It looks better. You don't have many of these injuries, do you? I'll have to be always at your side to prevent you from scraping yourself so badly." Thinking I am covering my concern for your abuse, I am emboldened to ask, "I'm sure it was the kiss that healed it. May I give you another? Do you have any more pains that need love, my love?" Stop.... saying... love!

The foreign concept that you seem bound to in your own way, there’s no way you could mean it... but I love hearing it from you! My skill at charisma allows me to hide the nerves I feel thankfully. I’d be shaking otherwise. I’m excited to share my own making with him, I do quite love baking and I know that my food is delicious, I just hope you agree! Ugh, why do I care so much?!

No no, he’s a mark. I have to see him as a mark, that’s the only way I’ll get through this... but if he’s a mark, then I get to spend more time with him! Am I... giddy?! No! Focus... foc... oh he’s touching me!!! Electricity courses through me, I have to take advantage of this moment! The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. "I do have two others," I say, not lying but also not my intention to have it healed, "if you’d like, you can come with me, I’ll let you kiss me and them, but to do so requires a bit more privacy." I stand, forgetting my desire to know his thoughts on my cooking, rush to the kitchen door to yell that I’m taking the rest of the day off, then come back and grab your hand to lead you to my room. Do you follow me, will you give in our will you continue to be formal?

I let you take my hand. Yours is soft, but insistent. Though I wasn't expecting such an excited response, I couldn't say no. You have my in your spell of nervous energy. You race up the steps two at a time and I dash to keep up. A girl like you only comes along once in a thousand years, and here I am going up the stairs with you to your bedroom for some privacy. I cannot contain my excitement! No matter how gentile I wish to keep this relationship, my body tells me to go with you at all haste.

This is it! You’re in my room! Quickly, I lock the door to make sure no one walk in on us. For a moment, I’m unable to contain the excitement I feel and I let out a giggle. What is wrong with you?! Stop giggling! Regaining my composure, I slowly approach, put my hand on the back of your head, and pull you into a gentle kiss, determined that my haste the night before had been the issue. You, of course, kiss me back with the same excitement that I feel, sending jolts through my body of excitement and... is this passion?

Excited by your response, I lead you to my bed slowly, never breaking the kiss, and sits you down. I finally separate my lips from yours, leaving my breath with you too it seems as I feel as if there’s no air anymore. I look at you with excitement burning throughout my every inch as I point to my thigh, which is hidden under a longer skirt, and the globe you didn’t reveal in the park. I have a bruise in both of these spots... you’re welcome to explore these areas if you’d like..." Am I bring too subtle? Will you notice that I’m being suggestive despite the truth in my statement?

Lost in the heat of the moment and the thrill of being invited in your room, I succumb to your kiss and your groping hands. You break off and I survey your entire body in an instant, but I focus on your face that softens with passion and melts my heart with peering eyes staring breathless under dark eyebrows dropped low by your lower forehead like a pouncing cat. The giggles only accentuate the lust that I return in full need and desire. Are you that grateful to me for healing that you kiss me so? How could I been such a fool to think you had been mad at me last night, when really you suffered your problems in silence, only now to let me know of them.

You turn this making out back to what you said you needed from me, medicine? I try my hardest to focus on healing, when all my body aches to take you and force my need on you. With all my effort, I touch you again with empathy for your pains. I search your eyes for the hurt, but can only see fire. The two insights fight one another. I can only suppose that the pain is so great that you cannot be calm, in flesh or mind. I must help you! I feel for your pain!

With as much control as I can muster, I take your hands that point to your chest and to your leg. As I do, you move them to your breast and the area between your thighs. My first reaction is to explode. My cock grows even harder and I shift my seat so you do not notice, as I try to regain composure. "I do not know if I have enough skill to heal you there. Your pain must indeed be very great and deep." My hands slide under yours to feel you and I lean into them to touch you through your clothes, supposedly to see if you hurt to my touch, but I cannot even kid myself. This is taking advantage of you while you want healing. I wanted to touch you there anyway and your hands hold me to my work. I watch as your jaw opens and your head sinks and rotates back in agony, but still you hold me there. As you arch your back, my heart reaches out to you! How terrible that a girl so young should be racked with such pain and abuse by such an evil man. "I want so badly to heal you, but I do not know how!" Your breathing grows shallow and your heart races. Oh please Qotal! Bring me understanding of this calamity! Help me heal this woman of these pains! My heart aches for her! Or shall I pray to Kiltzi herself? Is love her medicine? Tell me how to heal her with love, oh Kiltzi?

I look at you, calmness in my face despite your growing concern, almost as if knowing you’re seeking advice, "Silly, I’m not looking for healing of my wounds, I’m looking for the source of that electricity between us. Surely, you must feel it too, don’t you? Show me what else there is besides carnal pleasure, for I am your canvas. Paint a picture for me please." How I’m so calm, I do not know, it’s almost as if the words don’t come from me, but they’re spoken with a resounding excitement and calmness.

"Ah, then, you do need healing, for you know nothing besides carnal love." My hands move to the buttons on your blouse and begin at the bottom, unbuttoning them as I speak. "I do know something of this kind of healing. I prayed to Kiltzi, the Maztica goddess of love, and do you know what she told me?" Your blouse is loose now, your body exposed to me. I trace my finger down from your collar bone directly to your skirt and hook it into the waist wrap. "She was very present in this room, stronger than I have ever felt her. She is the source of all our loves. She is who gives lovers such as ourselves the power to love. She told me to love her and I would know how to heal you of this deadness, this resistance to our... electricity, and I do as my mother's goddess directs me to do. I will heal you Sune." Looking at your eyes, I trace my fingers around the edges until I am directly in front of you. I lean you back onto the bed and kiss you while I plunge my hand in your skirt to find your public hair, comb through it with palm pressed on your mound and trace your folds. My kisses grow desperate as I feel my own wave of desire wash over me, my heart pound with excitement. My fingers touch your softness and dip into the wet, warm center of you.

I kiss you back, quite eagerly, as I drown in the pleasure of your touch on my most sensitive of spots. I want to give in so badly, but I'm fighting the voice that says to be carnal. I do so well with the resistance to such kinds of loving, until your fingers enter me. I gasp in excitement as a huge grin spreads across my face. More, I need more! I want all of you, in ways and at volumes I've never wanted before! I don't know who this Kiltzi is, but I appreciate her so much right now! I work to unbutton your top...

As you reach to undo my tunic, I resist and pull down you. I have to pull out my hand from your waist wrap and I hear the moan of protest from you. I grip your knees and flatten back your hips some so that I can lift your long skirt enough for my shoulders to press against your thighs and pin you to the bed. Strip you of your undergarments and push my head under the covers of your skirt. My shoulders are now lifting your legs back and my tongue finds you.

My eyes go wide from the new sensation. It’s everything I can do not to scream from immense pleasure as your tongue tastes all of the spots of my sweet tunnel. I shove my wrist into my mouth and moan loudly as I throw my head back into the bed, extending my other hand to your hair and holding your head there, living in ecstasy of the moment. If this is what love is, I could get used to this, this is amazing!!! I look down at you as you look up and meet my eyes, and that’s all it takes to release the excitement I feel in strong waves that roll through my body.

You enter our pocket dimension first and as I pull up the rope you attack me and roll me over on the tent floor. I giggle and mock protest. I am weak and you have me at advantage. I do not feel like the Superman I am used to, but my love for you is still great. I wrestle you back onto the floor and pin you just so our smiling faces can laugh into each other’s hearts. Our smiles fade into a serious desire. Lifting my hands off your wrists, we both both suddenly takes each others jaws in hand and pull ourselves into a long passionate kiss interrupted by mad doffing o farmer and clothing. This cannot be a relaxing evening’s soak and dinner. This was to be sure and sexy. I want you and you want me.

Frantic with excitement to be touching you again, I am panting with anticipation already. I practically moan to you, "My Duke, take me, being without you felt like an eternity, sanctify me again, claim me please, I am yours!" I am grabbing at your shoulders and back to bring your lips back down to mine again, for even this moment of separation is too long for me.

I feel your whole body against mine. My hands roam. My eyes delight. Never lifting my lips from your skin I find your nipples and tense with excitement. Like dollups of candy, I suck on them and imagine filling my mouth with Ana’s milk. I find belly button and vulva and sweet honey pot. I take you in. Even your knees are sexy to me, your wiggling toes that kick as I seem to be tickling you. Looking up your body and seeing you watch me as I enjoy your whole body, I lock my eyes with yours and slide my long body up, pressing my chest into your groin to mark it with your pussy perfume. Again I kiss the underside of your breasts which I like so well, and then your neck and ears and brow. Your lips grope for mine and I let them find me, even as the head of my swollen cock find your canal and I ream you with my pleasure member. How can I love you more. I worship your body as I marvel at your sass. Breathing deeply I make love and hold you tight against me. I missed this connection even in those few minutes we were apart. It seemed like days! I claim you again. My lover. My wife.

Every second of every movement, I keep my hands on you, never wanting to separate from you for a moment. I live for every touch, I breathe for your scent, I worship your body just as you do mine. I gasp and moan as you enter me and with each thrust. I become lost for words to describe, it's a need for both of us. I ride the high that you bring reclaiming me, truly wanting it despite knowing wholeheartedly that we are each others no matter what happens.

You fall over on top of me and I hold you tight for a moment before I say, "My one love, I missed you more than there are words in Common to describe. I'm so sorry! By the gods, I missed you and I love you! Can I just reaffirm how much I care so deeply in love with you?" I gesture for you to lift your head and you do, locking eyes with me, and I just smile at you. I start tracing the black pattern on your face, being gentle with my touching. "My love, why haven't you divine willed this poison away yet? You really should, I don't want you to pass out on me."

"Oh love. I tried. But this is a curse. Am I to stay this way. It has already lasted so long. Perhaps it is permanent. Can you even beat to see my face with this black as night scar? Do I look evil?"

"Oh love. I tried. But this is a curse. Am I to stay this way. It has already lasted so long. Perhaps it is permanent. Can you even beat to see my face with this black as night scar? Do I look evil?". I worry that your love would fade with my pretty face so messed up. "Do you still ride the high of me? I’m ugly now. And weak. I would understand if you needed a stronger protector. "