Random: Short fiction Story. :-)

[ All characters appearing in this Story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ]. There is probably spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes, character mistakes, etc etc. Lol. Please don't be too harsh.! >_<

Genre: Fantasy, Fiction, 


*** Emm, lets rate it: MATURE too because it does have some violence and sexual description. ***

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Should be a raining scene lol

       The wind howled outside the crumbling shed. Wolves can be heard yowling in the distance. A lone candle sat on the middle of the deteriorating wooden table and with a flick of my fathers' hand, the candle became lighted. I sat on the chair beside the table, not bothering to avoid the rain drops that fell through the cracks in the roof as I was drenched anyway. My father was looking out the cracked window and suddenly nodded his head as if he has made a decision. He sighed and turned towards me. With two quick steps, he was in front of me. I froze, but he knelt down and placed his hands on either side of my arms and his eyes bore into mine as if he was searching for something.

"Finally... It is my time to leave."

He did not blink and his eyes stared into my own and he kept talking:

"Heed my instructions well, Girl. You can stay here for so long as the flame on the candle is lighted. When it extinguishes, leave and find Safe' Place."

I stared at him blankly trying to take in the words he just spoken.

" ... "

His hands tightened on my arms for a brief moment but then released me and stood up. He placed a small dagger at the edge of the deteriorating table and turned to leave.

I glimpsed a small smile upon his face as he turned his head briefly back towards me before he left.

"Stay ... Safe."

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I sat still at the same spot for what felt like hours. Stunned at what just occurred. The wind was still howling outside. The yowling of wolves could be heard even louder along with cries of men as steel against steel clashed from weapons and armour. Then all was still. The candle light flickered for a moment.

The flame extinguished.

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I mechanically picked up the dagger and following my fathers' words,  bolted out the rotting hut. I never seen my father after that day and even though I knew that my chances were slim in ever meeting him again, I still obeyed his words from years under his command. I wandered day against night hoping that fatigue would dull the sensation of pain that I felt. The mountainous area was harsh and bitter that made my clothes worn and the bandages that were wrapped around me fell to the ground showing my scars to the world.

One on my chest directly above my heart and the other on the palm of my right hand where my father used to hold my hand long long ago.  There was a small village ahead and I stopped to decide whether I should avoid it or go in to search for sanctuary like my father instructed. I looked down at my trembling hands now to think and blinked a few times.

"wha...?"

The scar on my right hand is not there! In my over-exhausted state, I must be seeing things and have possibly lost my mind from exhaustion. I re-arranged my tattered clothes to look at the strange shaped scar on my chest.

Scar

Yup, still there. Before I could ponder things over, I suddenly heard a man shouting towards me.

"Hey! You there!!"

I froze and looked up slowly to see who it was.

Our eyes met and I could see he was maybe a year or two older than myself. His tall, lean figure stood with his right hand resting gently over the pommel of his sword. His hair was short and black and I seen that his dark brown eyes was drifting downwards towards my exposed chest. His eyes widened and he started to unbuckle his cloak. I did not wait any longer, span around and bolted away from him. I heard him cursing and the stomping of footsteps as he chased after me shouting "wait! stop!"

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     I was so exhausted, so tired that I tripped and fell almost immediately. I seen and rolled towards a large boulder nearby hoping to use that to push myself back onto my feet. I gasped for breath and looked in the direction that the man was coming from while I fumbled for the dagger and pointed it towards him. The man slowed down and unbuckled his belt with his sword attached still in its sheath. His cloak hanging from his arm. My hands were shaking and my eyes widened in fear as he looked down at me.

"... Woah... Ah, umm..., I didn't mean to frighten you...look, I'm not here to hurt you.. Sorry, I didn't think when I took off my cloak and that you'd think of the wrong meaning."

He dropped his belt along with his sword on the ground beside him, but he continued speaking:

"But of course you would. I was only going to give you my cloak to cover yourself up because it looked like you needed it. You know, it's dangerous walking around looking like you do now."

" ... " I continued to back away from him clinging onto the hard ground causing more cuts to form on my hand

A short, sharp sound of a horn suddenly blasted in the direction of the village which drowned out my response and the strange man was suddenly beside me and knelt to take my dagger. He hurriedly whispered:

"I know you have no reason to trust me. My name is Zayve. There are soldiers in the village and it seems like they are heading this way. If you want to live then please stay still and quiet for the time being."

He threw his cloak over me, engulfing me into darkness.

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     I breathed rhythmically to try to calm myself down and stay as still as I can. The only sound that was heard was the voice of Zayve as he tried to negotiate with what seems to be the captain of the soldiers.

"There's nothing here as you can see for yourself, this is but a simple poor village. I haven't seen anything strange. Well... the only strange thing is you soldiers that are here at the moment."

I tried to peer out of the cloak to see what was happening but was scared if I made too much movement I would be noticed. So all I could do was to stay still and listen. The captain replied:

"Heh. So why yer no in the village but outside it? What yer doin' out 'ere instead??"

" I was out hunting as that is the only thing I can do to provide myself and the villagers with food in these harsh times."

There was a moments pause and the captain started cackling.

" So, whys yer sword 'n' belt on the ground ov'r there 'n' yer carrying only a dagger? "

" ... "

Thump. The captain dismounted his horse.

"Strange to leave yer sword lyin' around on the ground. Heh, I'm curious to see what yer hunted under the cloak with only a dagger."

"Please, there is nothing to see here. It's only a boar."

The sound of his footsteps was getting louder as the captain came closer and closer.

He stopped in front of Zayve and sneered.

"What yer hiding, hmm? I don't believe a word ye' say.  C'us yer Zayve the - "

and all of a sudden, the next thing I could hear was endless...

...Screaming.
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The cloak was suddenly ripped from me.

Until this day I still remember the scene that laid in front me.

The colour - Red, was all I could see.

Blood...

Pools of blood...

Everywhere....

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On The Run

That scene still haunts me and months have passed since then. These past few months, I have been running from place to place with Zayve, never stopping in one location longer than necessary. This is due to us spotting a poster with a bounty placed on us by the king to be captured when we were in one of the towns. The shop owner recognised us and we ended up grabbing a bunch of clothes and ran for our lives. The bounty has probably increased since we have became thieves as well since that incident. After that we tried to avoid all towns and some villages. I followed Zayve's instructions without question from years of habit of obeying my father.

My father, Ginon. One of the most powerful Magicians that existed. Ginon the Great. All rumours about him boasts his talent, kindness and now they grieve his death. I cannot argue with the rumours because they are true. However,  I alone experienced another side of him. Cruelty, Disappointment, Anger and more. One of my earliest memories that I remember was that I was told that my loving mother and twin sisters' Death were caused by me. I was told that my magic suddenly spiralled out of control and I was left with two Scars: the one on my hand and the other on my chest over my heart. I was told that my magic has been sealed within me and that I cannot use it any-more. From that day on-wards my father became crazy with grief. It was as if he had forgotten that I was still his daughter and had also lost what he lost. His kind eyes were replaced with glares. The pats on my head turned to smacks. The words of encouragements turned to words of threat. He never held my hand again. I had to obey his orders without question. His attitude to me was as if he was possessed by a demon and his cruelty towards me became a part of my everyday life. When we were in public, I was free from his loathing and my bruises healed when we were in towns or cities. He would appear sane and became exactly like the rumours of him. He would smile at others and only say kind words that keeps his appearance of the powerful magician that he was.

Yet. I still stayed with him and did not run away.

Why?

I endured his crazy persona because he pulled on my heartstrings. I lost my place called home ever since my magical incident occurred. It was my fault that caused the death of my mother and sister. My father has not forgiven me but I hoped that one day he would. Enemies would try to harm my father through me so we always kept moving. I know that my father probably only protected me to keep his reputation but I always hoped that he did it because he still thinks of me as his daughter.

His last word to me "Safe" gave me hope that he still thought of me as his daughter deep down but now it was too late since people grieve his death.
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Lake

My time with Zayve consisted of Running, Hiding, Eating, Resting and when we encountered a lake, blissful bathing. Since we found out that there was a bounty over our heads, one would always stay awake on a lookout while the other slept. My sleep did not last long as I always had an uneasy feeling that we would be caught but lately, it has been calm since we had been careful. The soldiers that continuously followed my trail seemed to have disappeared along with my fathers death. I felt at peace for the first time in a long while that I felt suspicious of this new feeling.

River

One sunny day when we were relaxing on a grassy hill in just our under garments. The river streaming nearby and our outer clothing laid across a flat rock to dry. I plucked up the courage to finally seek out answers to questions that have been settled in my head for a while.

"Whhhh...." I squeaked.

Urghhh. I haven't spoken for months. Zayve now looked at me with curious eyes, trying to figure out whether  I really did attempt to speak or he was hearing things. I cleared my throat and took a deep breath.

"Why..." I paused.

What do I actually want to ask?

" Uhmm... are you here?" I ventured.

Urghhh. I had months to think on what to ask him and the first words I say just stumbled out without thought.

Zayve kept gazing at me with his dark brown eyes and broke into a dazzling smile.

"You spoke! I assumed you were either a mute or you turned mute from shock and grief of your fathers death."

At the mention of my father, I looked away and frowned. Mixed emotions ran through me that still needed to somehow be sorted out. Zayve sensing my mood also frowned in response.

"I'm sorry about your loss. Your father was a good man. He was loved by many and I also thought of him as my own fath- "

I shot him a glare and cut him off before he could say anymore.

" YOU know nothing about him. Do not be sorry because I am not."

Hmm, maybe I'm not as forgiving towards my father as I thought I was.

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A short time passed before Zayve spoke again.

" I wonder if my father is still alive" He kept his gaze forward and said this more to himself rather than to me.

" Not that I really care anyway."

I turned and looked at him. Surprised that he would say something like that. He always had a cheery appearance despite our situation that I assumed he did not suffer much through life. Zayve continued speaking.

" Hah. Honestly. My father was a useless drunkard. Quick to lose his temper. Only listens when it suits him. Acts as if he is never wrong and when people see through his act, he shifts the blame onto me. Money came as fast as it disappeared. He would beat me until I was lying bloody, bruised and broken across the floor. I finally ran away from home when I was eleven years old. I would have ran sooner but I did not have the courage to leave my mother alone. My mother did try to protect me but she too suffered his violence. She died from that drunkards hands. He didn't even have the decency to mourn her, just kept drinking and drinking."

My eyebrows knitted together as I pondered over his words and whispered:

"It's similar."

Zayve suddenly leaned towards me and put his arms around me, pulling me towards him forming a hug. He either did not understand my meaning or did not hear me because his lips that were against my ears said:

" You are lucky that your father was Ginon."

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I froze, a chill ran down my spine.

"You-" But then I stopped myself from saying more.

I can't blame him for saying that. He does not know who my father really was. His own father sounds terrible and is possibly still alive. Wait... I haven't said anything about who my father was. Am I really that famous because of my father? Why am I still with Zayve? Because he saved my life? I do not really know who he is. Where have we been heading these past few months? Can I really trust his words? Urghh... how stupid of me. Just because I find him good-looking, I assumed he is good.

I pushed Zayve away from me gently and made an awkward laughing noise.

"Hehh... Umm.. Thank You?" and forced myself to smile.

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River Stream

When night came I insisted to take the first watch and let Zayve rest first. He did not protest or seem suspicious of my sudden request. I waited until his breathing steadied and counted to ten to make sure he had fallen asleep. Took a deep breath and slowly sneaked away. I sneaked for a few minutes before breaking into a sprint just heading straight because I had no plan on where to go. I stopped when I fell into a stream of water suddenly and decided I was far enough away to be able to rest for a while to catch my breath. I crawled back onto dry land and collapsed under a tree nearby.

~Splash~

I stayed still and berated myself for not checking the area before relaxing. I slowly took out my dagger and pointed it in the direction where the noise came from. My breathing sounded loud and I tried to calm myself by grabbing the dagger tighter with both hands. I could not see anything, obviously, since I fell into the stream, when suddenly my dagger just flew out of my hands. Before I could react, someone grabbed both of my wrists pulling it above my head and pinned me down onto the ground. I felt a heavy metal weight as someone straddled over me in full armour. I squirmed and kicked and grunted in frustration at not being able to break free.

"Oooh, wriggle more, Fairy" His voice was slightly muffled from under the helmet.

I narrowed my eyes at the man whose face was only a few inches away from my own and gasped when he took his helmet off to reveal his face. I pouted as I realised I recognised him.

"How many times do I have to tell you Kiye... It's Fraiy ! Rhymes with Pray! Fraiy!! Now get off me you little prankster! "

Kiye chuckled but didn't move, keeping me trapped. He moved his head closer and playfully whispered into my ears;

"I quite like this position, don't you Fairy?"

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Should be darker lol

Kiye. Silvered hair with locks that sometimes fell in front of his violet eyes. Two years older than me... tall and oh so handsome. I first met him when I was in a town with my father. As I mentioned before, my bruises healed when I was in towns and cities. This was because the busy town and cities always has plenty of people everywhere and my father would send me to the nearest inn and lock me in a room while he socialised. That was his method of controlling himself to refrain from hitting me as I was out of his sight and he could keep up his perfect appearance. I would try and sneak out of the room through the window or if I was lucky sometimes, I would walk out the door if it was unlocked. My father only looks in the room once every morning before he goes where ever he goes. We would usually stay longer in towns and cities since there were a lot of people that would want to see my father, so I had a lot of time to myself to heal my wounds and also explore if I was able to sneak out. During one of my explorations, I ran into a spot of trouble by a group of boys that wanted to have some "fun" since I was alone and a girl. They dragged me to a deserted alley and two boys pinned me down flat on the ground while the others jeered around me. Their leader looked at me hungrily and licked his lips while his minions undressed me by slashing my clothes. The leader fondled my breasts and licked me all over, he shoved his fingers inside me to make me wet so that he would have more pleasure for when he decides to penetrate me. However, suddenly Kiye just appeared as if by magic and knocked all the boys down single handedly. I was too scared and shocked at the situation that I just ran as fast I could naked back towards the inn. I remembered at the last minute before i reached the inn that I climbed out through the window, so I had to climb back in the same way to be unoticed. Kiye must have followed me because as I was climbing half way up he shouted up at me asking what I was doing. I didn't realise he followed me and was shocked at being caught that I lost grip and fell down on top of Kiye. From that day onwards he called me Fairy when he learned my name instead of Fraiy since I "fell" from a building naked like a "flying fairy" in training. Since my father was so famous, Kiye could easily find me in towns that I stayed in and I always risked sneaking out to meet up with him. We would explore the town that we were in to get to know the area because it would be easier and faster for me to sneak back into the inn that I was staying in. At first we stayed inside the towns but it was risky because there was a chance I would be caught by my father. So after a while, we would usually go outside of the towns and swim in nearby rivers or hunt for food. Kiye would also teach me basic self defence and gradually something more intimate took place during our times together.
I lost my virginity to him.

Sneaking Outside Towns

But last year, the soldiers suddenly got orders to capture me and my father and I lost contact with Kiye since.

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I peered up at Kiye now and grinned. I have missed him. I nuzzled my nose against his neck and slowly kissed up to his ears and then...

"Ahhh... OUCH!"

I bit his ear lobe. From this distraction I gathered up all my strength and rolled him off me. He rested on one elbow beside me and grinned while rubbing his ear.

"Now that's playing dirty."

"That's the only way I can win against you. You're too strong" and stuck out my tongue.

"Uh huh... and what age are you that you still stick out your tongue?"

"I'm old enough to be able to stick out my tongue whether I want to or not."

He started leaning closer downwards and rested his hand on my stomach. I could see a gleam in his violet eyes while he seductively said

"Oh really now. Stick out your tongue again. I dare you"

My whole body is going to turn to jelly at this rate. I'm glad to be lying down otherwise my knees would have definitely became weak to cause me to lie down. I needed to keep a clear mind since I'm in the middle of running away. I reluctantly rolled away and mirrored him by propping myself up on one elbow too.

"So, what brings you here on this lovely dark night?"

He smiled sadly at my question and sat up straight, I followed suit and also sat up wondering why his expression changed.

"Actually...."

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He relayed his story in how he had searched everywhere to find me since my father and I just disappeared without a trace. He heard about the soldiers mission to capture and decided the easiest way to find me was by joining them in the hunt. My fathers death was spread around as quick as a contagious disease and he guessed I would be nearby and he finally had a lead to follow. Now he has finally found me and was sitting beside me.

"Are you Ok? Cause of your father and you know... I'm suppose to capture you and all that."

I swatted him on the arm forgetting he was wearing armour.

"Ouch..." 

He took my hand and inspected it before placing it on his lips to kiss slowly. I couldn't resist any-more and pulled him towards me. Our lips connected and parted as we kissed deeply. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me closer while I ran my hands through his soft hair. His hands slipped under my top and he ran them up and down my back. My skin tingled at his touch and I moaned. He shifted to take off his armour then moved his hands to my chest and fondled my breasts. He leaned towards me to kiss me more and my body writhed in response and wanted more. I pushed him gently down on the ground, pulled his top off and this time I straddled him.  Our intense kiss left us breathless and we gazed at each other to catch our breath. He chuckled.

" I knew you liked this position after-all."

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~Splash~

Wow, seems like a lot of people are falling into the stream tonight. Kiye quickly pulled me down, so now I laid on top of him. His body was warm and I could feel his muscles and his heart beating quickly. We both turned our heads towards the direction of the sound. I slowly reached for my dagger and realised that Kiye had flung it away during our encounter earlier. He must have had the exact same thought as he uttered an oath quietly. Kiye was trapped half naked under me, making it awkward to draw his sword. Not good but at least I felt very protected on top of him. We were under a tree in plain sight as nothing was between us and the stream but we hoped that the darkness hid us from view.

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Chains now manacled my hands as I was led onwards with five soldiers surrounding me. I glared at Kiye who was holding the other end of the chain with an amused expression on his face. The soldier that caught us by the stream looked at us with a confused expression. He seen that I was laying on top of Kiye who was half naked by the stream and froze not knowing what to expect. There was an awkward pause where no-one moved but the soldier suddenly got his senses back and barked loudly to the other soldiers nearby that he has found Kiye who was - and I gasped when I heard this - their captain! Instead of battling the soldiers, Kiye pushed me off him and told them that he has found the target and put chains on my wrists! The soldier that found us commented to Kiye that he always has a way with the ladies even if they are fugitives while Kiye got dressed and responded with a witty remark. That is how I am now in this situation of being surrounded by soldiers led by their captain - Kiye!

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I thought back to the day where I first met Zayve and how he slaughtered the soldiers near the village. Did Kiye know those soldiers? If Kiye was the captain then would he have been killed too?

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"ry.... airy.... FAIRY!?" Kiye was grabbing both my arms and shaking me.

"It's Fraiy" 

I responded automatically and blinked several times to focus on Kiye. He frowned down at me now and his eyes looked worried. I didn't realise I had nearly dozed off while walking but I haven't been asleep for nearly a whole day now.

"Let's rest for a while."

Kiye gestured to his men to rest and he led me under a tree and placed me against the tree trunk. He looked back towards his men but they were all keeping busy and did not glance in his direction. Kiye leaned down and kissed my forehead briefly.

"I'm sorry that you are manacled right now. But I did warn you that I joined the soldiers looking for you. The king just wants to speak to you, otherwise I would have tried to fight and run away with you. I will make sure no harm comes to you, since I am, well, the captain." 

He grinned and I couldn't help but smile back at him even though I was still mad at being tricked. I suddenly felt really tired and slouched down onto the ground.

"Fairy??" Kiye sounded alarmed.

"I'm ok, just tired. That's all"

 He sat down next to me and put an arm around my shoulder while placing my head onto his chest.

"You are safe with me. Go rest now."

"Mmm. Thanks."

I drifted off into a blissful deep sleep.

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I woke in a strange room. I sat up and lifted the covers then froze as I realised that I was now wearing only a thin nightdress. I quickly pulled the covers away from me and got out of bed to try to find more appropriate clothing. The room looked extravagant, decorated with many furnitures such as a dressing table, chest of drawers, wardrobes and bedside tables, but no such luck at finding decent clothes because everything was not practical wear. I fumed and cursed at Kiye for leaving me in a strange place and sat back onto the bed to think of a plan. I wrapped my arms around myself as I felt exposed and my dagger was nowhere to be seen too. Should I escape? If I remember correctly Kiye did say the king only wanted to talk, but if he wanted to talk then why did my father and I go on the run for so long and Zayve slaughtering soldiers who only asked questions rather than surrender. I looked around and seen that there were two doors and one window. Getting up, I walked towards the window first and tried to pull it opened but it was shut tight. Walking to the nearest door I slowly tried to open it but it would not budge. I frowned and walked to the next door.

*Click*

Yes! It opened ! My heart was pounding while I peered through and my glee at opening the door was short lived.

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I have found the bathroom.

I sighed and searched inside. If soap could be used as a weapon then I would be unstoppable! So, I resigned and took a bath instead since I was trapped anyway. There is something about hot baths that seems to have the power to make everything more relaxed. I wrapped a towel around myself and walked back into the bedroom. At least I am clean and relaxed now even though I am still trapped here.

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Several hours must have passed with the sun fading fast and I was still wrapped in a towel not bothering to get dressed so I walked over to the wardrobe to find some warm clothing. I tried to find a simple top and bottoms but the selection I had in front of me were all dresses and I groaned inwardly. I just slipped on a knee length-ed close-fitting black dress when the door clicked opened.

"Woah, I would just love to see that dress on the floor."

I shot a glare over at Kiye who just entered with a grin on his face and was scanning me from top to bottom.

"If looks could kill Fairy, It would be instant death for me right now."

I sighed and wrapped my hands across myself.

"What am I doing here Kiye? Am I to just be stuck in this room forever? I thought you said the king wanted to talk so why am I locked up here for all this time?"

Kiye sensing that I wasn't in a playful mood became serious and he closed the door and walked closer to me. He gently touched my arm and slid his hands over to my hands so that he could uncross and hold them against his chest.

"I really am sorry that you are in this position at the moment. Just be patient and give me more time to figure out what the king wants."

He gently nudged me towards the bed and fell on top of the bed with him still holding onto my hands and his legs between mine. I could feel his stiffness against me with only his trousers to keep from contact since I only pulled the dress over me and nothing else. His hand slid down my chest, past my stomach and then reaching the end of the dress, started to slide underneath and slowly up my leg. He started to fondle my part rubbing his finger up and down, pleasuring me. I moaned and with grin he inserted his finger inside and gently moved in and out while I writhed in pleasure. With his free hand he pulled the dress off and then started to fondle my breasts.

"Kiye...." I groaned tried to form words in between pleasurable sounds " ah, Kiye.... we shouldn't.., Someone might...  burst...  in...  at any time" 

He pursed his lips in thought and rolled out of bed to walk over to the door while procuring keys from his pockets. I frowned and watched him from the bed wishing that I maybe shouldn't have said anything. I was about to shout over to him to tell him not to leave when I heard a clicking noise.
He locked the door.

"There. Problem solved."

He grinned and paused for a few seconds by the door appreciating fully at my nakedness before walking briskly back towards me and spread my legs apart with his hands. He knelt down and started to lick my part working his tongue up and down causing me to moan again. I clutched at his hair with my hands while gasping in pleasure. I couldn't take it anymore and called out to him, begging him to be inside me. He stood up and dropped his trousers revealing his stiffness and advanced on top of me to kiss me passionately.

"Oh, Kiye. Yes. Yes. I want you. I want you."

He obeyed immediately and penetrated inside me, moving forwards and backwards. I moaned in pleasure rocking in time with him and touched each other all over.

We stayed in that bed all night long.

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I woke up to my stomach growling and turned to find that I was alone in bed. I frowned and wondered when and where Kiye had disappeared to. My thoughts drifted back to last night and I berated myself for giving in so easily without asking questions and trying to understand the situation I was in. Kiye made me forget all my troubles so easily but that does not mean that they have disappeared, just momentarily placed aside. I got out of bed and noticed that the black dress I had on briefly was on the floor and chuckled as I thought to myself that Kiye really did get to see the dress on the floor. I raided through the clothes again and put on yet another dress. A simple flowing dress this time. I tried the door again and with luck Kiye must have forgotten to lock it when he crept out earlier and I picked a direction and started walking.

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