Kalu and Sune

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.

While I slide my fingers inside you and massage your clit with my thumb, I lift my head to watch you. Sensing somewhere outside of your ecstasy, you realize that my head has moved under your hand. You watch me as I continue to finger fucking you and advance on your lips. I settle my face close to you. You gasp. You moan. Your brows furrow as you realize that I want to kiss you while you feel these sensations. With an eager look, I close my mouth over yours and place my free hand around your head. I let you pull on my hair as I increase the motions of my fingers as deep as I can go into the soft flesh of your clinched passage. I let you tongue me and bite. I tongue and bite back, until you open your mouth into a scream so wide that I cannot kiss you any longer. I feel your body go wild and I grab your hair to prevent you flailing into my own head. I hold my fingers and thumb opposite your clit and shake and vibrate rapidly to help you to your orgasm. I feel you release and sweet nectar cover my fingers. As your body falls back on the bed, I kiss you again and gently pull out my fingers. You grab me in a bear hugh and I wrap my body around yours. We are still basically clothed so it appears we were just necking, except for your parties on the floor and you soaked with sweat.

As you catch your breath and say these words to me, I smile and tell you, "My precious new love. This is not love. This is intimacy for sure, but this is me caring what you feel and helping you be the woman you are. I will show you real love tomorrow, my Sune. Do you really want to know? It will mean you will want it more than you have wanted anything else in your life, as I want you. I will tell you now that I love you, but do not say it back. I want you to remember my kiss above all else and we shall talk tomorrow." I kiss you again before you can protest. Again you try to disrobe me like I assume you have been trained, but I want to concentrate on my kiss. I know you feel my cock enraged and eager in my pants. I press it against you through our clothes so you know my body wants you too. After necking for a long while, I slip my hand under your blouse and pull out that injured globe you mentioned. I give it a full mouth kiss and tickle the nipple hard with my tongue. I then replace the blouse over it and kiss you once again. I place my finger on your lips and tell you, "I love you Sune." Still fully dressed, I jump up and leave the room, but not after lookjng back to see your beautiful eyes and let my eyes say goodbye. I leave the inn before you can bring yourself to ride from your bed.

I sit up to follow you, but realize that you were so fast out of here, there's no way to catch back up to you. My heart quickens as I think about your offer and your declaration. We just met... how can he love me?! I lay there and think, I feel the anxiety well up inside me. I'm not deserving of love, he must be lying when he says he loves me! But what he made me feel... WOW! Farthus has never caused that feeling before... but then he's only taught me to focus on the person I'm pleasuring, not to be the one pleasured. This was certainly different... I continue to lay there for a long time thinking about what you said, feeling anxiety about the next day, and reliving the pleasurable feeling you caused before finally getting up and working the end of the day in the inn.

I look in my closet, my outfits are revealing and show off my assets. I try to pick the classiest of them all, a white button up that's only mostly form fitting and a black skirt that goes about half way down my thigh instead of stopping just below my cheeks. I straighten my hair out, put on my favorite makeup, and put of some strappy heels. I look at myself in the mirror for a moment. My outfit is still revealing, but not quite as much as the outfits I usually wear. I make a note to consider getting an outfit that is more modest for rare moments like this, then head down and out of the inn.

Making my way to the dress shop, I wonder the whole way why I need to meet you there. Are you wanting to buy me something? Is it just a meeting location that you're aware of in town? I figure that it must be the latter as I can't imagine someone buying me something nice, especially without wanting something in return. I realize the closer I get to the shop, the more I start to get nervous jitters. I've never been quite like this before meeting with someone. Once I finally arrive, I enter the shop.

As you enter, you realize that this is a custom dress shop. Rugs and stained glass abound. Eloquent gowns are displayed on hardwood busts on stands. The light seems to emanate from crystals hung in just the right places to accentuate the goods rather than the room, although there is an ensemble of stuffed chairs around a fine woven rug that is brightly lit. On the opposite side of the parlor from the door, you see a table with a handbell. You march up to it and ring it, and a dandy with layers of black silk coats and a double handlebar mustache comes out from the rear room. "You must be Mademoiselle Sune. Please. Let's take a look at you." He takes your hand gently and pulls you to the center of the rug. From this perspective, you see more than chairs around. You see reflections suspended in the air, images of yourself. "Ahhh. I do understand what the Monsieur sees in you." He runs his hand along your blouse, feeling the stitching. "May I," he states. It wasn't a question. He unbuttons some of your blouse and spins you around. "Oh my. What long legs you have. That skirt certainly doesn't show those beauties off. We will try something different. He goes behind the table and picks up a grey cloth and holds it between himself and you." He waits and then gets impatient. "Well? Take them off. We can't have you go in those clothes." You get the hint this time, and drop all of your clothes onto the floor. You do notice that there are no windows looking in, but the mirrored reflections show the man everything that he would want to see. Finally, you realize that the grey cloth did nothing for privacy. Instead, he drapes the cloth over you like a shawl. Before you can protest that this is not better than your clothes, he begins enchanting. The cloth flows over your form and takes many shapes. You watch amazed at your reflections as dragons and flowers and thorns all blend into a new dress of black silk and brochette. It is extremely revealing, more so than the least conservative dress in your closet, but oh, so beautiful. One can see flesh from your neck down to one leg to your toes. Your black hair is coifed in a cap with a bang or two shaped to matched the dress patterns. As you turn to get a better looks at it from all the reflections, the man brings you some silver high heels that match the seed pearls in the dress. You place your feet in them and they match your size and push your calves up tight and tall as you stand proudly in them.

You didn't even notice that I was in the room now, admiring you. I am wearing a starched white shirt with a beaded tie and white feathers in my hair. Though I have the look of a noble savage from the deep wilds of Maztica, I am in formal attire complete with silver cuff links that match your shoes and seed pearls. "Sune, I hope you like it? I know its only an illusion, but it will last the night. I had to pull quite a few strings to have this artist help with it. Sune, will you go on a date with me?"

My heart fills as I become thrilled. "Of course I will!" I practically squeal and beam with excitement.

I, too, nearly skip with excitement over to you. I stop myself before you, though. "You are more beautiful than I remembered even yesterday. You are stunning in that gown." I walk up to you and hold out my hand for yours. Trained in the art of social graces at the Inn, you know how to be held by a man when dancing in public. You place your whole arm on mine and invite me to grasp your shoulder blade. The gown is a feast for the eyes but my hands sink down into the thin silks. I close my eyes and feel your bare arm and shoulder under my fingers. As I open them, you smile and giggle. As you realize how affected I am of holding your naked body this way, you break out in excited goosebumps. I shiver and break the hold. I ask the dress maker to fetch a coat for my ... modesty. Funny that, we both know it is my own modesty that is in peril. Once you are wrapped up in a coat, I pull you toward me and give you a kiss which you instantly respond to. It is a long kiss. The dressmaker tells me to keep kissing. He is not being sarcastic. He is a romantic through and through. We laugh. He reminds me that I need to bring her back before midnight or the fairy godmother will be very angry that her charge is running around the streets naked. I thank him and offer my elbow to you. As you wrap both arms around mine and cuddle into my chest. I look down upon you and smile with my heart. "Sune, you make me so happy. Do you feel it too? What did you call it? ...Our electricity."

I open the door for you and take you out into the evening. You don’t ask where we are going and only follow my lead. After only a few turns in the city, we come to the guarded temple of Helm that you had scoped out earlier. There were many guards in the street and carriages were arriving with honored guests being escorted from their carriage to the golden doors up alabaster steps. I lead you up the steps past the guards and your grip on me tightens. I place my hand in yours gripping my arm. "It’s all right Sune. You are beautiful lady on my arm. We are going to a ball. The priest are displaying a fabulous new collection of artifacts that have arrived from the Temple of Qotal in honor of our long relationship between Aum and Maztica. Come my love. Let us enjoy ourselves. Even though the priests pushed many girls in me to escort me tonight, I refused all. I wanted to be with you Sune. Come."

Inside the temple, food was piled high and the gowns of the ladies were extravagant. The men were decked out in decorated uniforms and regal outfits. There were only courtier rapiers in show. The guards were the imposing contrast of halberd statutes. You surveyed the scene. The buffet, the dance floor, the smoking parlor of gentlemen, the divans of the ladies, the glass display curios, the grand stair to the upper floors, and the balcony that overlooks the city. You also notice the kitchen buzzing with activity, the minstrels in the balcony, and the serving girls, but you suspect these guests would never see this chaste of character.

A porter takes you coat. I hand the master of ceremonies my card and he reads it as we walk into the party, Dukalu, Eagle Warrior from Payit and his girlfriend, the Lady Sune of Aum. Eyes all go to you, approvingly, and then politely look away, all but mine. I am enraptured. I take you down the steps into the main foyer. "How shall I delight you first?"

The excitement of it all turns to anxiety walking past the guards. You are trying to be so comforting, but I fear my worlds might clash tonight. That anxiety holds firm until we step inside. Everything is elegant and beautiful! And the dresses! These are all the kinds of dresses that I dreamed about as a little girl! I never told anyone how much I loved ballgowns, it's not something that is seen as an ideal preference in the world of charlatans, thieves, and manipulators. There's so much to take in and I forget the anxiety and the reason for it. Instead, my face lights up like a little girl in a store of toys.

Your question spins so many cogs, I don't even know where to begin! Though my eyes linger on the dance floor for a bit longer than anywhere else, I respond, "I shall let you lead the way fair Eagle Warrior. Please, show me your world. Where do you suggest we begin?"

"This is hardly my world. I get very anxious around so many people. I like my one person. You are my one person. Tell me honestly what you want and I’ll do my best to give you that. Your eyes stayed on the dance floor most, do you want to dance?" I hold your hand up to kiss the palm of your hand, and then hold it up in inquiry.

I turn my head to look at the dance floor, then look at you, and start giggling and nodding furiously with excitement and anticipation!

I take in your excitement. It bolsters me like no other medicine. My heart soars to see you this giggly and shaking with anticipation. I take you hand in mine and walk to the dance floor. My smile is huge. My heart bursts out and soars. I can only hope you are feeling the connection that I am feeling. I can only dream of your attentions and love. As the minstrel's song changes to a fast dance, I lead you in the dance. You are so confident and sure in your movements, and yet so easy to lead. I see how the dress really shows off your body and your movements. That would be enough to thrill me, but touching your shoulder and your side, and pulling you into a cuddle position, I go crazy with desire as I touch your bare skin under the illusion. I wonder how you feel with your bare body hidden from the crowd, while allowing me to feel you nude in my arms. I try to put such wicked thoughts out of my head, as I lead you dance after dance after dance. We whirl to every music and laugh to each other's unanticipated moves. I feel awkward, but try not to show it. I am enjoying this so so very much. It is clear you are too.

After many fast dances, they begin a slow dance, and I hold you close and whisper in your ear, "I could hold you like this all night, maybe forever." You giggle more and tell me you don't like slow dances. I smile and take you by the buffet table to grab some champagne and we walk out into the hot summer air to enjoy the breeze on the balcony, the nighttime city harbor spread wide before us.

I toast to us and you giggle some more. We drink and smile. You catch me looking at your lips and so your lips part. I move closer to kiss you passionately. I open my eyes again and pull back, even though I feel you wanting more. I set our glasses down and hold your cheeks as you look lost, like you don't really know what to do in a non physical relationship. I look you in the eyes, and tell you again, "I have thought of nothing but you for these days. Every word from my lips has been about you, every verse was inspired by you. I set our names to music and flowers' scent. Have you not heard our names all day long as two song birds in a dance with each other. I see the wistfulness in your eyes and my heart aches for you. I feel the pain of your abuse and the joy of your wonder in my chest. The first time I saw your bruise, my troubles seemed like nothing more than stretched thin numbness. What you were feeling was terrifyingly sad. It touched me as if you had reached into my chest and plucked my heart strings. I invited you into my heart then and there, to fill me with the passion of sharing those woes, of believing in the other, of healing our woes together against all odds. Sune, I am connected to you and I want to feel your every emotion. Do you not feel that same electricity? If I were to walk ten feet from you now, my heart would break. It would demand that I come back to you. I cannot breath without you. Tell me Sune, is this love?"

I look at you, sharing your feelings, and I'm wracked with guilt. You're not the normal target. This wasn't supposed to happen. I'm not supposed to feel this. At first, I don't know what to say, but then, I finally blurt out, "I can't... I have no doubt that this is love, but I can't 'love' another. I don't know how to do that! Of course I feel the electricity... I've never felt anything like it... but..." I struggle for a moment with whether or not to tell you, but I know if I don't, for some reason, I'll regret it forever.

I drag you aside where there are no others nearby. I give you a kiss, full of both passion and pain. I finally pull back and look at you with anxiety ridden eyes. This has been the most amazing night of my life, I've met the most interesting and yet sweet man, and I'm about to throw it all away. "Please know before I say this that this has been the most dream worthy night of my life, and I thank you for that!.... You were Farthus's mark. That's why I initially flirted with you. I never planned to start feeling something..." I take a deep breath as I see the confusion and hurt in your eyes, nearly crying to see it. Why was he causing this feeling?! "Farthus wanted to get me in here, I'm not sure what was supposed to happen after that, he never shares his whole plan. He wants to steal the artifacts that are being displayed this evening. I don't know when, or how, or what I'm supposed to do in this plan, just that he wanted you to get me in here. I'm so, very sorry! I..." I lose my ability to say anything as tears quietly fall from my eyes, and I wait for the inevitable backlash. As I'm accustomed to, I do my best to steel myself for the slap across my face that will segway into more, cringing ever so slightly in the process.

It is clear from the tears and the cringing that you are upset with yourself. I hold you tight and press your tear stained cheeks against my shoulder. "Shall I take you to the priests and turn you in? Shall I throw you down and walk out right now? Is that what o should do? I can’t Sune. I cannot feel anything negative to you, who has already taken my heart. You reach into my chest and try to rip my very tiloni apart. Why do you tell me these things?" I grapple you tightly but you do not struggle. Your guilty conscience arrests you all ready. I release you just enough to look into your pleading eyes. "You tell me because you love me even though you say you do not know how. Oh Sune! Why can you not see your heart the way that I do? I love you Sune. I want you to be happy and you can’t be with that man. Let him be damned. Run away with me. Come with me to Maztica on my ship. I want you. You don’t have to play his games. We will tell the priests and catch him in his dishonesty. I’ll help you." I d ok but know if I can convince you of the simplicity of my intentions. Despite my obvious lust for you, I also really do love you. How can I express it any clearer that you will understand it, when you do not even believe yourself? I see the conflict in your eyes. You are like a cage animal that does not understand that the door is unlocked. I try one more time. Letting my hands wander up and down your back, I try to massage some sense into you. I kiss your eyelids and then your mouth with desperate passion and need to see my offer as the only way, but even I see the irony of reading one master for another. That’s not what I want. I want you to be free. How can I do that without letting you be free. Gods! Why is it that it is the only way! Please Kiltzi! Let her choose me anyway, I beg of you. Do I let you go now? You almost asks that of me, but only in fear. No, I want you. I will not let you go in fear! I will not let you see this as a failure!! I have to show you the love I feel! "Sune, I’m sorry. I can not force you to be mine. I shan’t. This is exactly what your Sir would do. You need to be free of him and me. But not tonight Sune. Not now. I have never given my love to any one before without being rejected. I have never kept a relationship that had no love in it, and I will not start now, but I see that you love me. I know that I love you. I told you I would show you love today and I am doing that now. I don’t care about the stupid artifacts. I certainly don’t care for your Sir. I o no y care for you Sune. Please see that. Be mine tonight in love and then you can do with me and the artifacts and your life what you will tomorrow. I cannot hold you more than that if you still say you cannot love. I want you free more than I want you to be mine, and love, I do want you to be mine.". Before you can answer, I kiss you again and take all the breath out of me, all the love in me, all the care and the desire and lust and the want, and give it to you to do what you will.

I surrender. And yet... you comfort me. I'm surprised until you grapple me, which I don't fight. I've earned this, I did this to myself. But you don't do anything, instead, you ask me to be yours. At least for the night. I feel so many things! I can do this, you're being so kind even now. I can do this for you.

Despite your kiss taking the breath out of me too, I quietly agree. "Okay. For tonight... okay."

I hold the kiss as long as I can. I hear your answer and I am almost disappointed to hear the finality of it, as if you agree to the tragedy. I push those thoughts aside and decide to enjoy the moment. The night is still young. I usher you back to the dance floor to forget our seriousness in the whirl of the dance. Still, I have impressed upon my mind the soft acceptance in your voice and face and in your quivering lips. I cannot forget the hope of love even as I know that I promised to let you go. My heart breaks even before I give it a chance. I fight against the feeling. I fight for the hope of us. I fight for any hope as the night seems to want to drown me in its waters too deep for me to stand.

After many dances I take your hand and lead you back to the door where I might cease treading in my emotions and breathe air, but I cannot. There is my host, the High Priest of Helm. He has been waiting for me it seems. He looks upon my beautiful date and I enjoy the thrill of you on my arm. I stop before him and bow, "My lord, may I introduce my girlfriend, the Lady Sune of Aum. Sune, this Brother Arnold, High Priest and my gracious host." You bow and he smiles and speaks before you can, "A pleasure to see our guest the Lord Dukalu so happy. He came to us so forelorn and tired from his travels. I suspected he missed his home but I see now that he was only looking for the light that you seem to have in abundance. Please, let us talk in a quieter place." He lead us to the exhibition halls and plays tour guide. The artifacts are displayed, floating in magical fields above slabs of granite. No hands can cross the shimmering light cast by these slabs. You cannot help but notice the stone statues depicting paladins with great swords or others with long swords and large shields in niches in the room. You know to watch for security systems and notice a crystal mounted in the ceiling inside a shaft that lets in moonlight from above. A skylight seems such a weak point of the perimeter but it is obviously well protected with magic.

Brother Arnold tells you stories of various artifacts that come from Maztica include one that catches your eye, a beautiful broach made from feathers and silver wire. He notices your interest and waves a hand in a complicated manner and then reaches to take the broach and show it to you. I panic for an instant that he would try to pin in on your illusionary dress, but he seems to know better and only holds it out for you to see up close. He tells you, "this is the Broach of the Three Firebirds, pets of the Goddess Kiltzi Are you familiar with her? The pets symbolize the three form of love. It will wrap the wearer with the aura of the goddess. Some say it grants the wearer the protection of the three firebirds. As a believer in the protector Helm, I recognize such magic but believe that the broach is not magical at all, but only the belief of the love that protects one. Still, it is beautiful like you Lady Sune." He smiles at me and shares a secret understanding with me. After you finish admiring the artifact he replaces it in the protection of the stone. "Lady, I have not seen you at the temple. I am honored that Lord Dukalu has shared such a wonderful vision such as yourself with us. We have enjoyed his company for these few weeks. I am sorry to have only met you right before he returns to his homeland. Do you plan to make the journey as well?". You can tell he is a man of command and knows how to ask serious questions in an innocent manner. What does he know that he is not telling you?

I feel a pull to the broach that I hold... why this? It feels right to hold... must be the possible magic in it. As kind as he is, the words are serious and I can tell. Does he know something? I want to find out now.

Maintaining the lighthearted tone, I smile and respond, "I have to choose fast, but I'm uncertain. I'm considering making the journey in a few weeks time. My family is here after all and the sudden move isn't ideal for my parents. Unless there's a reason to join Lord Dukalu in Maztica sooner? Have you not shared an upcoming event with me love?" I look innocently between the two, hoping to get a piece of information as to why he's asking.

I look back and forth between Brother Arnold and Sune, switching between a stern look to the brother and a concerned look to you. "Sune, I told you that I have been on journey, seeing strange lands. My year is up and I return. That alone is an event." I look at the Brother's intense glare that breaks down my defenses. "But yes, there is another event. When I return, I must face what comes next. I am betrothed to Nana, an acolyte of my mother's temple. It is an arranged marriage, set by Kiltzi and Qotal themselves. Though I train in both temples and will be an Eagle Knight, the ordained path will take us to be the two who will eventually be the High Priest and High Priestess. That is why the Brother is concerned that I would want to bring a girlfriend home to me to Maztica." I hide my eyes from you, but then look up with teared countenance and seek your eyes for judgment. "But I don't love her!"

I shocked look crosses my face. An arranged marriage? For a moment, I'm torn between emotions. I want to comfort you, but I feel used too. The voice in the back of my head speaks up, "You were just a pawn to play with while he waited to return home. You see? Love does not actually exist." I fight against the betrayal I feel, just in case you're being honest with me, and I look at you before turning to the Brother. "If he does not wish to be married to this woman, no one should force that upon him. Kings and Queens become rulers without husbands and wives, I see no reason a High Priest and Priestess can't do the same. And if you are to defend the actions with the excuse of tradition, let me remind you that new traditions are made constantly, otherwise we would still maintain barbaric actions from our uncivilized era as people. Lord Dukalu should be free to choose whomever he wishes."

"I absolutely agree with you, Sune," I say as I step forward to prevent you from jumping the Brother. "But this is not a matter of Helm's. This is a decree by my parents in Maztica. I am bound by their relationships to the gods Qotal and Kiltzi, as I would be with Nana. This is something I will bring up with them." I squeeze your hand and nod my head, hoping you understand that we need to extract ourselves from the Brother's inquiry. "Would you excuse us, Brother Arnold? We deeply appreciate the private tour, but I must be getting Sune home."

With as few pleasantries as possible, we head to the door and escape into the city. As I lead you back to the dress shop, I try to judge your mood. Slipping into the shop, I see that it is empty. Your clothes are laid out on the divan. The lights are low. We both hear the tolling of the midnight bells, and look frantically to each other.

I blurt out my thoughts. "You defended me. You stood up to the High Priest of Helm and gave an impassioned speech for me. I am overwhelmed, when you could have just as easily slapped me and ran from the temple, either mad or crying or both. Here I was trying to show you true love and I didn't even give you the respect of telling you my story. I failed at love again." Before I could feel too sorry for myself, you were kissing me and holding my cheeks. I gasp, "You should be getting dressed." You held me there in the middle of the shop as the bells sent out their last peeling. "Let us just run away together, the two of us, away from all of this!"

You stand there in my arms fully unclothed now of cloth and illusion, as am I unmasked in your arms. We kiss long and passionately, trying to think of what to say, not wanting to say anything.

I'm not sure what I feel, what's the strongest feeling. Betrayal, adoration, hopeless, love? Fuck, I might actually love him! Why didn't I run? I don't address problems head on, what have you done to me?? But here I am, in your arms, bared physically to you and listening to your words. Your plea for us to run. We can't run and I know that, just as I'm sure you do too. But your expression calls to me as I feel a need for you increase. We share the long kiss and at the end, I grab your lip and slowly drag it between my teeth as I pull away to show you the need in my eyes, only to see it returned just as strongly in yours. I know what I must do.

I whisper to you, "Yes... yes I will run away with you... but that is tomorrow and it is still tonight. For tonight... let me show you love in the only way I know how, physically... please?"

Although I listen to your words that sound like the same words you would have used when I first met you, there is something else about them and the way your face lights up and your fingers lightly touch my skin. I think perhaps that I haven't failed completely today.

I hold you back with my our hands in each others. You show off your body unabashedly. It is beautiful and thin and curved in the right places. You glow in my viewing of you. I look to my cuffs and you take them off my shirt. I reach your hands up to my buttons in invitation and you open my body to you, dropping one item of clothes after another, until I stand as proud and bare as you. We look over each other, dwelling long and hard on each others genitals and then bring our eyes up to lock with each other.

"Sune, my love. If you were to have offered your body to me physically even a day ago, I would have declined out of respect for you. But, you know of more than physical love now. I believe you may be falling in love with me as I have with you. I can think of no better way of showing that love than through our bodies. I want you." I pant this last sentence. It is a prayer more than a statement. I come in to kiss you with as much abandon as two lovers can. I push you down onto the divan behind you, my knees landing on the firm cushions between your spread thighs. I place a pillow under your head as it falls back. I run the palms of my hands down your body and over your long legs, massaging your ankles and feet, kissing the soles of your feet high in the air and then running my hands back down the back side of your legs to your ass and over your pussy with its inner folds opening up pink in excitement in a mound of black pubes. Your hands are in my hair and pulling on my neck to taste you. I accept the offer and with deft tongue give you pleasure at your clitoris. Where my fingers were proficient in exciting your tunnel, my tongue is soft and rapid to excite your pleasure centers with a thousand kisses. As I see you enjoy my kisses, I reach my body up so that you may grasp my cock and take me firm in your hands. This gives me another chance to see your face and hear the moans that I long to hear.

And moans you do hear! Being you, the electricity creates an even more exciting feeling between my legs than I've ever felt before! I hope there is no one around because I am not quiet or reserved in vocally expressing my pleasure in what you're doing. I grab on to your very firm extension and start to stroke it at varying speeds and grips. The groans you make as you kiss and lick me just drive me even crazier as I feel a fire begin to burn hot, causing me to arch as it gets hotter and hotter until you slide your tongue in my canal one more time and I treat it with a loud scream and the release of my juice. I relax back into the pillows underneath me and pant for a moment, grinning as wide as the legendary Cheshire cat. Without even thinking, I just look at you and say between labored breaths, "I do love you." Your face beams with happiness as you return the sentiment.

After a minute or two of catching my breath, I gently guide you to move up my body using the glorious member in my hand. I give you a smile as I slide my hand down to the base, allowing the rest to slide into my mouth. I begin to suck and I hear you groan with pleasure. I continue to do so, slowly increasing my suction on you and the speed at which I move, but I also reach down, play with your cajones, and run my thumb gently along the area between them and my hand at your base. Thanks to being under you, I can look up and see your eyes closed tight as your groans get louder. I feel you twitching and I stop. You look down at me with wide eyes as you were close, but I look up at you and say, "Please love, I want you inside me."

Your heart swells along with your cock at the love and the request. You back up so that you can enter me, but I stop you before I do. I pull one of my legs up to my chest and then extend it up above my head effortlessly. My nimbleness allows me to comfortably do a split in the air, giving you an easily full view of the area you'd just treated so sweetly with kisses. Despite the low lighting, you can see the shine of my excitement for you and you struggle for a moment to take your eyes off of it. Once you finally do, you move your body directly over mine and I let my leg rest on your shoulder. I feel you twitch already as your head slowly enters me. Grabbing your hair, I gently pull your head to mine as I lovingly kiss you and hold your lips on mine, sharing my moan with your lips as you enter all the way inside me. You move your hips slowly with purpose as we share our love through the most physical way to do so. Each touch, moan, and kiss shares the need, the pull, the desire, the love I feel for you. It's not long before I feel you twitching again and your grunts have gotten short and deep. You're close, but so am I. I feel you start to pull out, wanting to be respectful of the fact that we are not wed, but my other leg stops you as it wraps around butt, inevitably pushing you back inside me. We both loudly announce the finality of the act as our juices mix.

We reset to a more cuddled position and you apologize for finishing as that wasn't very proper of you, which I combat with the fact I wanted you to. We have a long moment of enjoying each other, staring lovingly at one another, kissing, and talking. I ask you to hold me and you do, quite happy to do so by the huge smile on your face. I lay there in your arms until I feel your grip loosen and hear a rhythmic breath from you. You've fallen asleep. Slowly, I rise so as to not wake you. I redress and, seeing a pen and paper on the nearby desk of the dressmaker, write you a note.

I fold the note in half and place it beside you, giving you a light kiss on the cheek before I rise again. I grab a throw from off of a seat that was obviously meant for décor and throw it over you to grant you some decency when you awaken. I walk to the door and turn to take one more long look at your handsomely peaceful sleeping self before I quietly exit. Tears begin to fall as I make my way back to the Temple of Helm. A guard stops me as I try to walk in and I plead with the guard, "Please, I need to speak with Brother Arnold urgently! Tell him Lady Suna of Aum has some very important information for him that needs to be discussed tonight!" I then stand there hoping that the guard will either allow me in or fetch the Brother for me.

The sound of the door wakes me first as the there are no windows to let in the late morning light. The dressmaker's assistant is a little shocked by my presence, but not as much I would have suspected. Embarrassed, I throw the blanket off on the floor without seeing anything there and gather my clothes with haste and escape the shop. Running with joy down the street, I stop at a jewelers shop to buy a simple gold ring. It will have to do until I can design a more fitting stone. Back to my residence, I bathe and change clothes as fast as I can to make it back to the Inn by lunch to see my love again. It has already been too long to not be touching her! I see your dad serving guests. I pull him aside and try to introduce myself and my position, and tell him all that I can offer his daughter. Despite the awkwardness, I ask for your hand in marriage. He assures me that he will consider it, but must speak with his daughter first. He goes back to serving, as you have not come down yet to help. I sit at a table but do not eat the food placed in front of me. My stomach is full of butterflies, my heart full of hope. I anxiously await you to come down stairs and speak with your father and me.

No one pushes my future father in law around! I run up to the man going up the stairs and yell at him, "By the name of Qotal the Enforcer, halt! The master of this Inn said he doesn’t need your filth. Throw yourself out or I will." Damn the courtier swords with the dull edges. Nevertheless, I am an Eagle Warrior and I will do what I can.

She is probably scared of these thugs and is in the room. I need to go to her. I open her room door.

I race to the docks.

No disrespect, but I turn back to the docks and scan for other boats that might catch up with the ship. I note the harbor master's identity on duty at the docks for questioning. I look for long shoremen who may have loaded the ship that just sailed. I pray for an airship to land this every instant or even just drop a rope ladder for me to grab while it heads seaward. Where are the griffons? The dragons? The Kraken to ride through Azul's under currents? I turn to Brother Arnold, "You know where she is going. Tell me this and why." I have lost all decorum as love rules my mind, and your loss destroys me from the inside out

"Then Brother Arnold, Sir, why are you here? What do you know of the Lady Sune?"

There were three days left of my tenure here. The guards were ordered to not let me out of the temple. In fact, I never left my room. I did not possess your stealth or your determination to run. Ironic that I had asked you to run away with me. You said you loved me and then ran...from me. My heart is missing. You stole it away somewhere. I can not find it any longer. My chest is as empty as my stomach. I refuse all food. I throw a platter at one of the guards, at least I think I would have, because I no longer remember any of these days. I do still feel the anger, the anxiety, the total emptiness. I manage to drink St John’s Wort tea that deadened my feeling, but they always came back stronger. I miss you terribly. I pray and dream and scream to you out my window. Surely the temple servants think I am howling at the moon. Am I as crazy as my sister? No, this was voluntary. I made myself lovesick like this. I am much more the traitor to my heart than she was of hers. If only there were someone who hear my pleas, who cab listen to me, to rub their hands in my palm and calm me. I do not even have your image to remember you by, but how can I forget your face, your laughter, your snark. You are gone. My live is forfeit. And now my fate is to go back to Nana? No. I can never love again. It will kill me. How can I touch any other woman except you? You are my tiloni mate. My mother in her high position has lied to me. Kiltzi has shown me my mate and it is not Nana. For you I will run as well. My one night with you shall be my moment of divinity and all else shall be dark. I’ll be a pirate. Yeah. I’ll serve the worst captain I can find. I shall never be a Paladin. For you are my love eternal. My howling is my cries of lamentations. My body and tiloni are yours so I must lock them away so they can only be yours. By the end it the three days I complete the tiloni splitting. I lock your memories away so I cannot remember you. It is the only way to survive. It is the only way to celebrate you in that moment undying. I curse myself to never loving anyone. I am forever alone. I love you Sune. ...I forget you.