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The Changing of the Guard - Part One |
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Her long white hair hung drenched down her back
until she lifted it and pulled it over one shoulder, intentionally exposing the
curve of her slender spine to his eyes. Her ribs rose and fell, and he was soon
tracing the disappearing curve of her waist with his tongue, in his mind’s
eye.
Fuck, Shar`Von thought, looking away.
His member was
hardened in his greaves, and aching. He snarled and Sidhe turned to face him,
but he did not meet her eyes, staring instead into the fire. He rested his
elbows on his knees, keeping his thighs spread to give some sense of comfort to
his groin.
“Shar`Von? Are you well?” You know I’m not,
you blasted witch, he thought.
“I’m fine.”
“Alright.”
Sidhe slowly stood up, pulling the robes of her
nobility up around her waist, over her chest, forgetting to cover her backside,
which Shar`Von did not fail to notice. But he focused harder on the fire’s
dancing flames as she turned and approached him.
The Drow woman came
to sit next to him, choosing to sit on the grass instead of the log he had
pulled up near their small campfire. She pulled her hair out, running her
fingers through it and waving it slightly to dry it in the fire’s heat.
With her hands so preoccupied, the robe wrapped around her chest began to slip
lower and lower.
Again, she did not seem to notice. But Shar`Von did.
Stop it, he wanted to scream. Instead, he watched, entranced, in his
peripheral vision while the robe slowly slid down the curve of the
wizardess’s round breasts. It was going lower, and lower down her blue
flesh, until the very hem of it was about to crest her nipples and drop below
to her belly.
At the last minute, she caught it, smiling but not
looking up at Shar`Von.
He got up quickly, going to the shore and
filling his helm with water. Then he came back to the camp and poured the water
onto the fire, making it sizzle and pop, and splashing Sidhe.
That
should cool her down.
Indignant, Sidhe looked up at Shar`Von.
“Why did you do that?”
“We didn’t need it anymore.
We sleep differently here, in this land. It’s night soon, and we’ll
need to be moving on.”
“But I’m not done here,
Shar`Von.”
”We are done here, Sidhe.”
He
glared at her, knowing she understood his meaning, then looked away, beginning
to pack up the packs. He was frustrated, he was tired, and he was horny as all
hell. If she continued to push him, he was going to lose his well-disciplined
self-control. Who knew what would happen then.
Then he felt her hands
upon his back, running beneath the armor as she found the loosened clasps on
the sides and went under.
“You are so tense. Let me calm
you,” she said coyly.
He knew she wanted no such thing.
Sidhe was a wizard, and slowly rising in ranks in her House and her guild. But
before that, she was a woman, something she never let Shar`Von forget.
She’d been trying to seduce him for years, since she had realized he was a
man and not a boy. He didn’t know what it was that had brought about that
realization for her, but he wished desperately that she had never taken notice
of him.
She purposely undressed infront of him. She would force him to
lie next to her in their camps. She would insist that he took care of her
personal needs instead of a more appropriate serving woman.
And she
used his physical want of her against him, constantly.
Her hands were
not intrusive, she was not insistent. She never was, she was always so careful,
so subtle. It was as if she was not truly desirous of him, only enjoyed the
game she could play.
As if she knew he would never give in to the
hostility and violence she knew she bred in him.
Shar`Von turned on
her, taking her wrists in his.
“Don’t test me, woman. Not
today. We’re far from home and there’s no one to hear you
scream…”
“Who said I would scream?” Sidhe laughed,
the sound light hearted and irritating, dragging heavily on Shar`Von’s
nerves. She was mocking him, she saw the struggle going on in his face and
body, and she found it humorous.
He simply had had enough. It was a
conscious realization, and he acted on it.
Shar`Von shoved Sidhe away
from him, hard. She fell over the log backwards, and landed on her bottom,
hard.
She lay back on her spread robes, and he realized what he had
done. By throwing her so, he had gone beyond anything he’d ever done to
her before. Never before had he hit or struck her, or even raised his tone to
her. Now she lay on the ground, dazed and near to unconscious, because he had
put her there.
And it felt good.
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