The Solitary Arrow Ch. 09
"You are no whore, my love." Harlen said. "You know that."
She nodded. "I know." She giggled sourly. "If I am, I am very bad at it, as I've yet to bed the main target of my lusts."
Harlen smiled at that. And hugged her to him. She let herself be enfolded in his protective arms. "You took a grave risk." She said. "I half expected him to come at you."
He looked down at her. "So long as he didn't draw that ehladrel on his back, I wasn't worried, I can hold my own in unarmed brawls."
She giggled. "That is what I feared, the risk was that you would hurt my wayward brother. He is a fool, but he would not have drawn on you. And without being able to do his dance of the blade, you would have probably pounded him like a tent peg." She smiled up at him. "He is an accomplished warrior, Harlen, and not to be taken lightly, but he would not be used to such a contest, and you are much stronger than he." She squeezed his arm. "If you cross him again, please do not hurt him, he is my brother, after all."
"I'll keep that in mind." Harlen said, looking, himself, down the road.
Trevir popped his head out the door. "He has gone?" He asked, looking warily about.
"Yes, young Trevir." Hyandai said, sighing. "He said his piece and left."
He looked at her. "I thought I would like all elves." The lad said. "But your brother is a different sort from you." He looked at her.
"Yes, he is different from me." She agreed. "Very much so." With that, she took Harlen's hand and Trevir's and led the two into the house. She sent the lad off to bed in his small servant's quarters in the back, and she sent Harlen to the bathing room, to wash the witch's stink from himself. She, herself, sat in the common room and thought a while.
When Harlen emerged from the bath, she watched him cross the darkened room for the stairs. She smiled, realizing he had not seen her. She slipped behind him into the bath and climbed in, soaking herself. Harlen did not come back down, so she supposed he was awaiting her upstairs. She forced some water into herself, and back out, carrying small blood clots out with it. She was tired of bearing injuries to her womanhood, even if she was not planning on putting it to use. Finally, she climbed from the tub and walked out, still dripping into the back. She laid upon the grass there, and watched the stars overhead. She laid there a long while, drying slowly in the night air, and feeling the cool caress of the breezes. She thought of Harlen, and his touch, and she longed for it, but she, for some reason, did not go to him to receive it.
She wanted Harlen to make love to her, and was growing quite frustrated at her inability to let him do so. Her mind ran through scenarios of him taking her, in various poses and places. And she moaned slightly at the thoughts. The stars did not accuse her of being a whore for her thoughts or desires. She was no whore, but she was, as the witch had put it, 'damaged goods.' The ordeal that the small remnant of her mind had been put through still affected the rest of her when they merged again. The awful feeling of being torn into and the wretched feelings that her body gave back when it actually somewhat enjoyed the feeling of being used thus. That was the part she would bear the most. People would commiserate over the agony, and she would get sympathy for that part. But the little part of pleasure, sick, twisted pleasure, she had felt, and the shuddering orgasm she had while her womanhood was being torn and ripped would elicit no sympathy from Harlen or anyone else she could think of.
And that was the agony of it. She actually found herself envying the small part of herself that had endured the rape, for that one filthy moment of pleasure that was buried in the humiliation of the violent encounter. She sighed at the stars. They would never clear her of the charges of 'orc lover' that she had given to herself for that little piece of physical betrayal. Her body had taken pleasure in the act that had deflowered her, impregnated her, and ruined her, even while her mind had screamed in agony. She came to the sudden realization that she was touching herself. Her body, even now, was acting of its own accord, and she removed her fingers from her opening. She had been thinking of the orc over her, entering her, and using her body as a orifice to ram its huge member into and to spew its foul seed into her womb. Seed that had taken root and had tried to give her corrupt children.
"Miss Hyandai?" Trevir's voice came from the darkness in his doorway. The moon was behind clouds and the yard was very dark. She must have moaned or made some noise he heard, and he knew it was her. She kept still and looked over toward the little servant's quarters. He was standing nude in the doorway, his young body bald and smooth. He looked like an elven lad of almost Hyandai's age like that.
He walked toward the outhouse and went inside. She did not like the little box much, but could see its usefulness. She slipped back into the house while he was otherwise occupied, and it was just as well, as the moon came from behind the clouds and would have revealed her had he come out then.
She went upstairs and found Harlen curled up in the bed, and slipped in beside him. He responded to her by turning toward her and murmuring. She had gotten surprisingly aroused outside, partially by her darkly erotic thoughts about the pleasure of her body, and partially, even, by Trevir's smaller, but somehow much purer erection. She moved her hand onto Harlen's waist and slowly crept it toward his own organ. She found it, hanging limply, and touched it. Harlen's eyes opened.
"Um. Hello." He said, smiling after a half second.
She squeezed his flaccid penis. "Good Evening." She said, smiling back.
"You've got my bits." He noted, raising an eyebrow.
She giggled. "So I do." She said. "I had thought you would not mind terribly."
He stretched out, and said. "I do not, but I have to confess a bit of soreness."
She patted his shoulder. "I know, the witch made you work hard for my benefit."
He gave a strained smile. "I don't know about that, but I do know that my rod is quite sore, and you giving me another erection is not helping." He touched her face. "I am sorry if you had plans." He said.
She gave him a peck on the cheek. "Not really, I was just playing, I had not even thought of you being sore, I did not realize it happened to men from overuse, as well.
He nodded. "Sadly, it does."
"Then I will leave your man alone, for this one night." She said. "But I will expect additional payment later, to make up for my loss." Her smile grew wide indeed.
"You shall get it." He said, matching her smile.
She pressed to him, and he embraced her. She felt warm again, and safe. She had some rather inappropriate thoughts outside, about many things, but they were gone now, and she just enjoyed his strong arms and his cleanly soaped smell. Soon, she, too, was asleep.
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In the light of dawn, Hyandai awoke to find Harlen holding her in his arms once again. She was facing him this time, and she just watched his sleeping face untill he awoke. It was not terribly long before he did, people seem to know when they are watched.
"Good morning." She said, smiling.
He looked at her, and kissed the tip of her nose. "Good morning." He answered.
She giggled at that for a moment, then said. "I saw young Mister Trevir last night in his birthday suit."
"You did, did you?" He asked, his eyes wide with amaze, his smile wide as well. "And what is your elven assessment of him?"
She grinned. "He is a, shall we say, well-built boy."
"Well, imagine that." Harlen said, enjoying her naughty talk. Her face was so deliciously innocent looking, to think that she harbored rather lusty thoughts within was something of a shock sometimes, and it thrilled Harlen when she expressed them. "Should I worry?" He asked, looking down into the sheets.
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