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This story is a continuation of my other story, Welcomed, although you could probably read this first if you don’t mind characters not being described (which, sometimes, is more fun if you like to imagine shit on your own, just sayin’). Either way, if you want to read more, then Welcomed is the story before this one, and the next will be called Concord. Be warned, however, since the style of stories that will be part of this series will only share two similarities: Settings and characters. The kind of erotica ranges drastically, but if your interests are open, read on!
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Garen’s footsteps echoed off the floors of the hall as he held his cloak closer to himself against the winter’s wind. Even under cover of the bulwarks for the fortress, the cold still bit at the occupants, although there were very few let, if none at all.
The great fortress Arenai was not in a crumpled ruin, but almost all of the soldiers that once guarded it, from the armored knights by the keep and drawbridge, to the archers along the walls and towers, were no more. Garen himself, a simple archer, was by no means more powerful or somehow stronger than any of the others, but still their corpses littered the ground, and their weapons lay strewn about, abandoned in death.
He huddled his coat closer to himself, attempting still to ward off the cold that settled in. Blizzards and ice he could endure easily, but whatever swept in, he did not see it, had caused the storm to hurl itself only at Arenai’s defenders, making vision to the approaching hordes impossible to claim. The knights held on as best they could, but there were only so few of them to defend against these people, who should have been thinned out by the archers. Garen cursed himself, remembering a good friend of his that was among those very knights, but she was certainly dead by now. The important question to him now was where exactly their attackers were now. It was as though they had come merely to crush the defenders and leave, Garen was almost certain of this, because he’d made to the armory only to find all of the equipment still intact. His next goal was to make for the keep, to see if anything was taken from there.
The storm only grew heavier as he passed through the courtyard to the entrance to the keep. His vision was almost blinded to the point of being unable to actually see the entrance, but numerous trips from his post to where his friend stood guard had led him by instinct to the entrance. His hand found the near-frozen stone door and pushed, opening it slowly to grant his entry.
Once inside, he could at least take brief respite as he closed the door knowing that the storm had yet to penetrate the interior of Arenai’s keep. In fact, he was almost alarmed to find that it was warm enough to assume the fire pit had been lit. Slowly, he withdrew his longbow and nocked and arrow into it. When nothing seemed to stand out to him, he started down the hall and into the common room, where the first of the fires would have been. It was then that he noticed something, and he stressed his ears to listen. It was faint, but the sweetest melody he’d ever heard resounded through the hall, almost making him forget to stay poised for attack.
He pulled himself away from listening so closely and started down into the common room, not because he wished to find whoever was here, but because that music was only too amazing to pass. It started to become more audible as he entered the common room, lit yellow and orange with the burning of the fire. No one tended to it, as it seemed to do that on its own, shifting the wood from one place to another whenever it would normally be needed. It was good, because a stain of blood on the floor told Garen that the maids were likely not available to do it themselves. He shook his head, the fire was not acting of its own accord, he thought resolutely, but couldn’t keep from glancing back as he heard the fuel change place. His focus was still mostly on the music, which seemed to come from up the stairs to one of the main lord’s rooms along with a sweet fragrance he only noticed just now. It struck him as a little odd that he could hear and smell such things from near the entrance, but he dismissed the thought.
Slowly, when he’d scaled the stairs and was before the oak door, he stretched a hand out to open the door. It unlatched loudly, and cracked open so that he could push it further with his foot. As the room came into full view slowly, his eyes fell upon something that made his heart stop and his eyes widen with wonder.
The sight was magnificent, so much so that he hardly realized as his longbow and arrow slipped from his hands and onto the floor. It was a woman, but not of the likes he’d seen before. Her hair was long and silver, and her skin was dark blue. The pointed ears showing from her head gave him the impression of maybe one of the legendary elves, but he couldn’t be sure. He thought they had pale skin and sparkled in light. Now that he thought of it, that seemed a ridiculous image compared to the woman in the room, who seemed to be twirling and dancing to the melody that still enthralled Garen’s ears, and wafting a faint pink fume about the room that equally took his scent. Who was this woman? She wore a black robe while she twirled and danced, the robe loosely flying around her with her movements still gracefully. The sight was mesmerizing until she suddenly stopped, but before Garen could regain his senses, her eyes were on his.
They were an impossible shade of dark purple, glittering at him while she smiled in a way that took him just as her movements had before. With one hand she beckoned him forward, while the other waved and moved in a strange pattern that he didn’t know what it was for. His legs seemed to not care as he put one foot in front of the other until he was in the room before her.
She spoke in an accented voice that was so beautifully obscure, but Garen understood her words, ‘My name is Fyrah, and I’ve been waiting for you, Garen.’ It did not matter that she knew his name, only that she had said hers. Fyrah, now he knew what this woman’s name was, although it did little for him while he stood completely enthralled by her unnatural, otherworldly beauty. She stretched a hand out to him to beckon him forward again, and he did, moving until his body was only inches away from hers, but he did not allow himself to seize himself onto her just yet. Right now, his mind was only looking for her to speak again in her voice that seemed to echo through his mind. To his delight, she did.
‘You will be perfect, just as was ordained. You see, soon I will die, but I was shown a vision of someone who could help me continue my life into the next.’ She fiddled her hands again and Garen watched as a small blue light started to form in her hands with as much wonder as everything else. Soon, the light was fully formed, and she moved her palms against his head, the light seeping into his skull.
A flash of insight filled him instantly, although he watched the events unfold at the pace they happened. Not only would she die, but he would too, each at the hands of a horrible beast that would hold them each captive until it was time. Before this would happen, though, he watched a vision of himself with Fyrah in his arms, but she was a younger one, a baby. The Fyrah that stood beside him now would be beside him then, too, and they would be able to admire their child until they would have to leave her inside the empty fortress.
He pulled himself away from the vision, suddenly stepping back from her. ‘I cannot do that.’ It was his first words since he’d stepped into the fort, but now he was convicted of this, ‘I cannot let something that beautiful, as wonderful as you, be abandoned and alone.’ He was surprised to see that Fyrah was still smiling, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
‘You would not be abandoning her, you would simply be leaving me. The child will grow with all
of my thoughts and memories, while I move on to die in the cave.’ She moved forward and kissed Garen on the cheek, making him practically burn on the spot. His resolve to convince her otherwise was starting to wane as she reached her hands around his neck. It was all he could do to ask the next question that was still clawing in his mind for air.
‘Why? Why do we have to die?’ Tears actually stung at his face while she pressed her body against his. It was a wonderful feeling that clashed with his mind’s state so dramatically. She moved her lips against his, speaking in his mind as they kissed passionately.
I do not know, but I have never found fate to be something to be avoided. Fate has led us together, even as the rest of your company fell to invaders. You survived, and now I ask that you do so just a little bit longer with me.
Nothing inside him questioned it any longer, and so he kissed her back, feeling his hands glide around her waist and hips to pull her closer. He could feel something tugging gently at his coat until it simply slid off of him, even with his hands still reaching around Fyrah. Soon his trousers and tunic were cast off as well, and he assumed that she was doing it with magic, since her robe flew off of her in a matter of seconds, leaving them both in their undergarments. She pressed her almost exposed body against his for just a bit longer, letting him savor the curves and shapes she held that would make many nobles and lords drool with jealousy.
As their hands moved around their bodies, she jumped onto Garen, wrapping her legs around his waist while she continued her voluptuous kissing. He led her to a large four-poster bed that seemed to draw curtains around them as they crawled onto it. For a few moments, as the curtains closed completely, the two of them simply stayed there, with Fyrah straddling him and Garen lying on his back, looking into each others’ eyes lovingly. He understood well now that they were supposed to be found, that there was no other way it could have been. Rather than casting it off with magic, she reached behind her and untied her lingerie slowly, then let it fall to expose her healthy breasts. She then fell forward so that they pressed against his chest, their tips poking into him as they waited in arousal, while her head was locked onto his, kissing vigorously with her hair falling all around their faces. Garen groped his hands around her buttocks until he found the clasps that kept the last of her undergarments attached and undid them.
He felt his own undergarments sliding off of him with magic with the rest of their clothes that tried to stay with them. Now they were both completely bare, and Garen’s cock was hardened for her, throbbing to be inside of her and give her the child she wanted from him. Fyrah must have known this, because she started to massage his length against her groin by rocking her hips back and forth on top of him. She leaned back and groaned with him as the feeling sent shockwaves through them both, while he felt at her breasts with his hands, the surprising firmness of them almost sending him over the edge.
It was impossible to tell if she would stop her movements until she did, when she rose from her seat so that Garen could angle his length up to her. Slowly, she descended, taking him inside of herself completely until she was again sitting on top of him, straddling and moaning with pleasure. He felt her body clench around him, not wanting him out of her, but as he started to buck his hips up against her, it was impossible not to want to push further. Her gasps and moans started to sound in time with his movements, urging him on to move faster.
The sensation of being inside of her was overwhelming. He would never have dreamed taking this beautiful woman to bed when he first looked into the room. His sane self would have assumed her a lord or something of the like, but now here he was, a soul attracted to hers, as she said through moans. By now he was cycling up against her with speed he didn’t know he had, and became aware that she must have been channeling her magic into him to give him additional resolve. It was impressive that she could do such a thing even while being penetrated. Even with this, though, neither of them could avoid the building heat between them for long, and each exploded with a shuddering climax that never seemed to end.
It wasn’t until almost an hour later, that the entirety of it ebbed away, during which she had been letting him play with her breasts, the two of them had been kissing, and sometimes they erupted again as the continued rhythmic movements did not stop. Garen had shifted her onto her back and had started ramming into her in an attempt to satisfy the remainder of his carnal desires, and she seemed keen on the same, but they did not stop unleashing their fluids until their bodies were left exhausted from the sheer amount of stamina used.
‘I think… I am finally… Done…’ She said through gasps, and by then Garen had felt the same. It was done, and he could hardly believe after all of that that she still did not bear a child, it was not something that he could tell for himself. Only she would really know, with her magic, but another thought returned to him now that his body was no longer practically gravitating toward the woman before him. There was another woman that he’d meant to find before getting side-tracked.
Gathering his belongings, he said quickly, ‘I will return, my friend is still out there in the blizzard.’
‘I will help you find her.’ Fyrah said, standing up and retrieving her own clothing. He turned back to her, throwing his coat over his shoulders, and smiled slightly.
‘Thank you.’
The two of them were outside in the blizzard with far more ease than Garen originally anticipated, as she had taken to warding the two of them from the cold and wind at their sight. It did not take long for him to search throughout the bodies that he could see more clearly now, lining the courtyard in dozens, but not one of the armored guard bore the insignia that was his friend’s.
He was just about the scale the stairs of the tower to the battlements when Fyrah shouted out.
‘There! Something moved in the snow!’ He whipped around. She was right, and arm that was before inside a mound of snow that he’d thought was nothing more than such stretched out and swayed helplessly.
He ran immediately for it to uncover the body that lay there. To Garen’s relief, the gauntlet on the hand that stretched out from the snow clearly reflected in the light to show the ivory ring design that encircled it. It was enough to show that this person, taken as a corpse by the invaders, was the living body of Cirella.
She mumbled something incoherent that, muffled as it was by her visored helmet and the weather, would not have been heard anyway. Carefully, Garen hoisted her up and carefully guided her toward the keep. He could see from its entrance that Fyrah was doing something else with her hands again, twirling them toward her and muttering with her eyes closed. Just when he’d wondered what kind of new trick this was, Cirella floated gracefully away from his grasp and toward the giant wooden doors, still limp from either injuries or cold.
It took time, but once her armor was removed and set to the side along with its soaked leather paddings, and she lie against a chair in only her undergarments, she could be warmed by the fire and rejuvenated by Fyrah’s magic. It was apparently all she could do, but to know that Garen’s friend was going to live lifted his spirits well enough.
‘I cannot heal her with my magic,’ Fyrah explained, still tending to the flame that had no fuel, keeping the warmth coming, ‘as it is not one of the things that I learned of the many wonders I have obtained. Alas, it should have been something I first explored before learning how to destroy opponents with fire or ice.’ Garen’s ears pricked when she’d said ‘ice’. Was she the one who caused the blizzard
? It did occur to him that he had not heard the clash of steel from the battle the knights went through, but he’d assumed that that was simply because the noise of the storm was keeping him from that. He wanted to bring himself to ask her this, but even as he looked over, seeing her tend to Cirella caused him to doubt this.
When she looked up at him, he dismissed his stare only too slow. She sighed slowly, making him panic slightly in worry that he had offended her, since it had become evident that she could guess motives with great talent.
‘It was me.’ She said, looking directly at him, almost commanding his eyes to look into hers, ‘I killed all of the defenders here, but I had no choice.’ She reached over and took his hand, her magic calming his nerves suddenly, ‘I am sorry, but you will just have to believe me when I tell you that you will understand someday.’ She gripped his hand again, but he knew that this wasn’t some trick of hers. His memory of his recent thoughts had not been bewitched from him, so the only thing preventing him from going against her will was his own.
Just now, though, looking into her dark purple eyes that held no sense of pleading or the seduction that she had commanded from him before, her sense of honor became clear to him. From here, it would be easy to draw his knife and slit her throat as she leaned toward him, showing her sincerity. Perhaps this was some kind of double bluff, but Garen failed to see what she could possibly gain from something like that when she could have just as easily taken his mind like she did before. Clearly, she had no desire to make him her slave, and that was enough to buy his trust in earnest.
He leaned to her as well, but did not draw his weapon. Instead, the two of them shared in an ardent kiss, wrapping arms around each-others’ bodies to pull closer, and Garen placed one hand on her stomach to caress it softly. He could almost feel the child growing as they brought themselves closer together.
Harsh coughing brought them away from the sensual kiss, and they looked over to see Cirella, leaning against the chair by the fire spitting out mouthfuls of water. When finally, she regained her senses long enough to look at Garen sitting before her, and Fyrah off to the side, she only seemed able to say a few words.
‘Thank you, the snow almost felt like a pillow.’ With that, she passed unconscious.
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