by Tiya Rayne
However, as we pass the Western Kingdom’s camp, they made up for the lack of fun in the Southern Kingdom.
Burly men spill their tankards full of beer as they jostle each other. Most of them were already passed out drunk on the ground while others laugh loudly. It wasn’t even midday yet and they were already sauced. This is typical behavior from the Western Kingdom.
Lilly shakes her head at the madness as I place a hand at her lower back to move her along.
When we approach the Eastern Kingdom, Lilly stops. It takes me a minute to realize what she is looking at.
“They are called, bed whores.” I explain as she stares at the beautiful young women that scurry around the Eastern men. “Their job is to serve the soldiers in all ways possible. Either by feeding them,” I point out as one young girl feeds a tall soldier bread as he reads over papers. “Or cleaning their swords, or warming their beds.” Her gaze goes to one of the girls that is heading towards a soldier. The soldier is standing at his tent with the flap open, waiting for her. She walks with her head bowed, but I guess she feels our eyes on her because she immediately stops and looks up at us. Her eyes focus on Lilly for a moment, then she smiles and continues on to her job. She enters the tent and the soldier follows behind her closing the flap.
“Do they like their job?” Lilly inquires.
“Yes, they think of it as an honor. Eastern women have different views about sex than most women.” I try to explain as best I can without going into detail of how well I know about the Eastern women and their views on sex.
“Right this way, Lilly.” I direct her towards my chosen location. “I will need to cover your eyes for this part.”
“Where are you taking me?” she laughs as I slowly approach her and cover her eyes with my hand.
I’m trying my best not to scare Lilly off. Just because she knows who I am and seems to be herself, it doesn’t mean I can just jump back where we stopped off. Although I am dying to feast on her sweet nectar again, I will be patient.
“It is a surprise.” I answer her question.
“I like surprises.” She jokes.
“I know.”
I maneuver her body in front of mine. My chest to her back. Her soft full ass bumps my fully erect shaft and I have to bite down on the growl that tries to slip out. My hand tighten and lingers longer than necessary at her hip. It has not gone unnoticed that they are just a little wider since the boys. Even her breasts are a little fuller—she is stunning.
“Ok!” my voice is deeper from the burning need to be inside her.
Her vanilla and powdery scent is driving me insane. When her full lips part and a ragged breath escapes, I force myself to let her go. If I don’t I will have her bent over and my cock buried so deep inside those tight walls she will feel me in her chest.
It has been like this all morning. Whenever I get anywhere near Lilly, it seems the air around us would pop with electricity. I would say my cock would get hard, but from the moment she came back it has stayed in the ready position.
I clear the need out of my throat before I speak again. “Look!” I remove my hands from her eyes.
It takes a second for her eyes to adjust to the sun. When they do and she notices our surroundings, she looks a little disappointed.
Odd.
“Where are we?” she asks, confusion creases her brow.
I brought her out to the horse fields. A place at the back of the stables where the horses go to run free and graze.
“Look,” I say pointing towards the furthest part of the field.
When her eyes finally find what I am showing her, her face lights up with a huge smile.
“Thor!” She shouts.
The white stallion’s head lifts from the ground at the sound of her voice. He raises up on his hind legs and takes off towards her. She runs to meet him and stops when he reaches her. He circles her as if he just can’t believe she is here, then drops his head to hers.
“Hello handsome.” She strokes his head and buries her face in his mane.
“He’s missed you.” I announce.
She lifts her head and smiles at me.
“He did. He was restless when you were gone. He was fidgety, irritable, easily angered.” Up until now, I had no idea the horse and I had shared the same symptoms. If someone were to tell me he had a hard time keeping his dick out of his hands, I would think we were the same being.
“Was he the only one that missed me?”
Her question was loaded, but because she kept her eyes from me I couldn’t tell what she meant by it. Did she want to know how a piece of me died each day she was not here? Is she asking how those five weeks almost drove me insane? Or is she just asking has she been missed? I go with the less desperate reply.
“We all missed you, Lilly.”
The smile she gives me doesn’t reach her eyes and her dimples don’t crease her cheek like her real smiles do. It leaves me fumbling for the correct words to say, but she doesn’t give me a chance.
“I could really use a ride right now, what do you say, Thor?”
The horse lifts his feet in anticipation. She only needs a little help from me as she climbs on top of Thor’s back. Once she’s seated she kicks her heels and Thor takes off. I call for a black mare, and quickly race after her.
I let her lead, being watchful that she stays safe, but I allow her this time to be free. She laughs and screams with glee as Thor runs through the open fields. Her wispy dress billows in the wind. Whenever she comes across a person she waves excitedly to them as if she made the trip just to greet them.
When we get to a familiar crop of trees I take the lead, Thor follows obediently. Once we break through the small gathering of trees, I slow the horses down and climb off the black mare.
I help Lilly down from Thor and leave the horses to graze. With her small hand secured in mine, I lead her to the top of the hill that overlooks the entire Elven Kingdom.
“Oh My Goodness!” her breath catches as she releases my hand and walks further ahead. “This is beautiful.”
I look down at the valley that makes up the Elven Kingdom. The giant mountain that the queen’s castle is chiseled out of sits to the far right. Dense forest makes up most of the land with its different hues of green. The Phoenix River cuts through the landscape like a giant serpent. What looks like a child’s splattered painting are the Opal Coves. A giant formation of colorful rocks by the ocean that is home to the Nymphs. To the left, the underground caves of the Nixes. From this distance they look like tiny holes in the ground. In actuality they are massive craters that are deeper than the human realms oceans. The Hollow, the village of the Hobbits, sit further to the left. Their village consist of prairies and farmlands so plush and green not even a painting could do it justice. The entire scene looks like a beautiful piece of artwork. Yet, it lacks in comparison to the girl standing before me.
So, when I say, “Very Beautiful.” It had nothing to do with the view that she sees.
She turns back to me with a smile.
“When I was a little girl, my Uncle took me to Tennessee once. I was half sleep because it was a long ride. I remember Uncle Buddy woke me up and told me to look. It was the sight of the Mountains in the distance that he wanted me to see.” She laughs and shakes her head before turning back to the view. “I remember being angry at him for waking me up for Mountains that I have seen many times at home. But he told me that I should never pass up the chance of seeing the beauty of the world. He said, there is so much ugly around us, that we should always stop and recognize the beauty. It is because of the beauty that we endure the ugly. Looking at this view,” She points down to the valley. “I can see why this fight is so important. How could anyone ever get tired of this beauty? How can anyone want to destroy it?” her eyes turn and search mine for an answer.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have one.
I didn’t know why people did the things they did. In fact, I am guilty of not stopping to admire our realm more often. We�
��ve all become immune to its beauty. But looking at it with Lilly, seeing it through her eyes does make me realize how much we’ve taking it for granted.
“Maybe that is why you are so important,” I say stepping up to her side. “You can help us find the beauty around us again.”
I can feel her gaze on the side of my face. I don’t turn towards her, I know that if I did my intense love for her would be blatantly staring back at her. I did not want to scare her away so soon.
Slow and steady, Assassin.
“I think I lost that super power for a moment there.” She laughs again but I can hear the sadness in her tone. “After Medina,” another short pause, this one coated in fear.
My hands fist at my side. By the gods I hope that witch is truly suffering.
She starts again. “After Medina and the death of Matthias, I couldn’t find any beauty anymore. I was hurt and confused. I felt like giving up.” A tear slips down her cheek and the sound of thunder claps in the distance.
I wipe the offending drop away from her cheek and she ducks her head.
“You went through a lot, Lilly. It was only right you felt that way. Even heroes get to be weak. We only ask of you what we know is already inside you.”
I love the smile that greets me.
“You sound like my uncle—thanks for that by the way. I really needed to see him.”
I nod my head. No thanks was needed.
If I had known he could bring her back to me that fast I would have brought him on the first day. The man is a miracle worker.
“You are welcome.”
“You know what I just thought about?” She says with her hands planted on those enticingly full hips. Her face is alight with humor. “You know so much about my childhood, but I know nothing about yours. So I think it is only fair that you tell me about you.”
“Uhhhhh!”
“Oh No!” She warns, grabbing my hands pulling me down to the ground beside her. “You aren’t getting out of it. If I have to live with the fact that you witnessed my horrid youth, you are going to share yours. Although, I can’t imagine your childhood being as embarrassing as mine. It’s hard to believe that someone as…..” she stops as if she reconsiders her words. “Someone like you, could have gone through an awkward stage. I bet you had all the little female elves chasing you, and all the boy elves wanting to be your friend.”
“You would be surprised,” I admit.
I have never spoken of my childhood to anyone. Everyone that knew me as a boy are dead and gone, and no one other than Avalia would care to listen. As much as I would rather not open up that wound in my chest, I will give Lilly anything she ask for.
“I was actually smaller than the other boys of my clan because my mother was half pixie. I spent most of my boyhood trying to prove to my peers that what I lacked in height, I made up for in everything else.” I lie on my side propped up on my elbow, and watch as she listens so intently to my story. “I pushed myself to be faster, stronger, braver, and a better fighter than every boy around me. When I finally hit my growth spurt at puberty and caught up with the other boys, I excelled over them.”
She smiles brightly down at me. Her legs are underneath her and her hands folded in her lap.
“What were your parents like? Did you have any siblings?”
I crack a smile at her curiosity.
“My Mother, Sephina, was quiet and soft spoken. I don’t think I had ever heard her raise her voice in all my life. My father, unfortunately died when I was still very young.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
I can see in her face that she really did sympathize for my lost, and not just because she could relate.
“It was actually common in my clan. Death is par for the course when you are an Assassin—someone willing to give their life for the safety of others.” I give a bitter chuckle as I think of how far I have strayed from the purpose of my people. Before Lilly, I would willingly give my life for Avalia, but I couldn’t care less for others. I wouldn’t even supply my services if I was not offered the right price. My people once worked on an honor system. Serving any person in need, often times not getting paid. I have made a mockery of their beliefs. I see that much clearer now.
I continue with my story. “It was so common for a father to die leaving behind his children and wife, that our people had a solid back up plan. A mentor would step in to help guide the male children of the family. They would teach them the ways of the Assassin clan. My mentor was Nashir—a man known to be surly and sullen.”
“Was he mean to you?”
Her question makes me think of her asshole step-father. It was no way a man in our village would be allowed to abuse his children the way her step-father did her. The assassin men were men of high integrity. If ever there was a case of a man abusing his family, the men in our village would likely kill him where he stood. We valued family. Which is why the mentor program was instilled.
“No!” I say to answer her question. I crack a smile as I think about the man that was like a father to me. “Nashir lost his wife and only child during childbirth many years before I was born. He had become a bit of a recluse in the village. When my father died on duty, Nashir asked to be my mentor, which shocked everyone in the village. He took to the role easily. He went above and beyond his role as a mentor to not only teach me the ways of the assassin, but also how to be a man. He taught me the importance of integrity and loyalty. That my word was my bond and it was the only thing I had to offer the world that meant anything.”
“It seems we both had an Uncle Buddy in our life. I don’t know what I would have done without mine.”
I never realized the similarities in our lives before. We both lost our fathers at a young age. Mine at the age of five and hers before her birth. Also, we both had another male step in to raise us.
“I too would have been lacking if not for Nashir.”
“What about siblings? Were you an only child like me?”
“For a long time I was. When I turned fifteen and allowed to officially train in the way of the assassin’s, Nashir and my mother married. I guess the many years of sharing the responsibility of raising me, grew their love. A short time later my sister, Remy, was born.”
I remember the first time I held my baby sister. She was tiny in my large hands. She had a chubby face and the purest blue eyes I had ever seen. I remember thinking no one would love my sister as hard as I would. That was until I had looked at Nashir holding his daughter and I saw the true depths of love. Remy was a ball of energy and she adored her big brother. Often times following me around whenever I came to visit.
“You should see your face when you talk about your sister.”
Lilly reaches out and touches my lips tentatively with her finger tips. I can feel the deep smile that she outlines. A smile that is replaced by a burning need. The air between us seems to charge with energy. At some point during my story she had lowered her body to the ground to mirror my position. She’s only a few inches away from me.
As if she now realizes what she is doing, she slowly removes her fingers and the loss of her touch leaves me deprived of warmth.
“Did you get many years with her?”
Her words are spoken with a breathy sultriness that lets me know she isn’t unaffected by me.
I clear the desire from my eyes before I continue. “Not enough.”
I had already told Lilly how my people were the first casualties of the Dark King’s rise to power.
“Remy was five when the Dark King slaughtered my people. I had been working for Avalia for three years by this time, only making it back to see my family maybe three times a week. I was off doing a mission when Avalia got the news after the two day attack. She summoned me back to the castle to tell me the entire Assassin clan had been wiped out. It was during a solstice, the time when all assassins were home for the annual celebration. Only I was away because Avalia had needed me elsewhere.” I stop to lower the lump in my throat. “I traced to my bu
rning village immediately looking for survivors. There were none. The bodies of women and children were tossed in piles like rubbish. The heads of mighty warriors were staked in rows like morbid trophies. I dug in the piles for hours to find my sister and mother. When I did, they were clutched together in a tight embrace. Someone had driven their blade into my mother’s back straight through to my sister. I buried them the way I found them, clutched together. I couldn’t find Nashir’s body amongst the pile of men. But his head,” My voice cracks and her hand shoots out to clutch mine. “… his head was staked to a spear. The look on his face was pure anguish. I knew the pain wasn’t from his own death, but because of the death of my mother and sister.”
“Assassin.” Her sob was full of sorrow.
I didn’t need to look at her to know that she was crying, the small drops of rain that hit my skin told me that.
“I’m sorry.” She pleads.
I pull her to me and bury her head into my chest. I hate to see her cry, even for this, I never want Lilly to hurt.
“It’s ok, little human. Sshh!” I stroke her back as she buries her head into the crook of my neck.
When those big doe eyes look up at me with so much sadness and… something else. Something that I could only hope was really there. Desire. There was desire in her eyes. That look opened up a flood gate, and I could no longer help myself. I crush her lips to mine. I took her mouth with a hunger and desperation that should have scared her. Instead her lips part immediately, her body arches into mine and her fingers curve into my scalp.
I drink from her lips, sipping the sweetness of her desire from her. So long I have wanted and needed to be here with Lilly in my arms. I refuse to let this moment pass without completely savoring every moment of it. With the rain falling around us I guide Lilly to lie on her back, never breaking away from her lips. Her knees part allowing me to drop down between them. The fit is snug and the heat of her beautiful pussy welcomes me. Even covered by her sheer dress, I could still feel the heat radiating from her center. I rock my stiff linen covered staff into her center and she moans into my mouth.
