Carolyn Wolfe- Storyteller
Blade's Magic
(And Adult Sword and Sorcery Romance)
Warm and Warmer, the fire and her face, all hot and glowing from the incense that flowed from the cauldron, hanging heavily over an open fire. The herbs lent an almost narcotic atmosphere to the group ritual, celebrating Midsummer. She sat quietly blushing as she thought about the fire vision she had just witnessed. The Vision still held her body in thrall, though female, she felt the urgent longings that the male counterpart in her vision had aroused in her.... and he was very male, with tousled black hair, worn long, down to his shoulders, framing a strong, beautiful face, for it was too pretty to be called handsome, with eyes the color of new spring grass, and a golden tanned, muscular body that she had seen helpless and completely aroused....she leaned back, eyes closed, recalling every detail....
He lay deep in the wood, his breath shuddering from his body
his body itself, unable to move. Above, hovering over his head
was incense smoke, misty smelling of herbs and opiates.
The scent pulling at his loins with primal lust, desire, need,
at the same time wreathing his mind, scattering his thoughts in disarray,
he couldn't think...not clearly... could only breathe in the heady smoke
and feel his body react strongly to the drugged scent, swirling all around him.
He was a prisoner in his own skin, more than he was when he was trapped back in the dungeons, in the ... where was that now.... had he been trapped? just when was that? He could not think...
Could not think, but feel, oh yes, he could feel, urgings, longings
an impossible ache...he felt as if his body was betraying him, leaving the trappings of his civilized self behind and entering a dark place, a place where nothing of civilization remained....
Suddenly a woman appeared, unclothed, fair skinned, black eyes that swallowed light as they drew in his gaze. As she moved toward him.
Her waist length black hair, was a tease, as she walked, first showing her bare breasts then hiding them from view. Finally she stood over him, the wind playing with her hair in such a fashion that she was completely exposed, yet completely at ease, smiling wickedly at him lying helpless on the ground before her.
Max was inflamed. He watched her with a mixture of horror and relief as she kneeled down beside him and began to lightly caress him, his stomach, his
legs, then the sensitive inner thigh, and then.... at the same time her eyes told him that she was a nightmare, he should recoil at her touch, not long for it, not beg for it...
The smoke above his head began to coil like a snake, his body was wrapped with a terrible urgency, he had to have her, had to, would do anything if she would just.... then his body arched and his head was flung back as she touched him, stroked him and prepared for him to enter her... his eyes closed, whimpering, he felt her descend until she was almost upon him and disappear....
Max cried out in frustration and lay there trying to catch his breath as the smoke finally began to clear...
"Come back." was the only thing he could think of for the next hour, until sunrise when finally he regained control of his body and got up, seeking relief in the icy pond nearby.
Wet, but still unsated he sat down on the bank and tried to gather his wits.
Aileann had found him.
Coming back to herself, Danie's mind was filled with questions.
Who was this man and who was this dangerous siren Aileann that he was so drawn yet repulsed by? And more importantly, who was he to her, at this time and place? An ancestor? A mate in her future? Or just a whim of the night air, teasing her and making her long for a dream lover?
Danie walked away from the doused fire, alone but still buzzing, wishing for the dream lover in her vision.
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