“Feck this, I’m going back to the guardpost,” Rune whispers loudly.
My lips quirk in the corner, resulting in a half smile.
“Run along you coward,” I say as I close my eyes, ready to doze off.
He’s already shuffling down the trail by the time I finish the statement, the swish of his leathers his only goodbye.
Memories dance across my eyelids as I listen to the song of the woods, the grasses swaying in tune with hushed sounds from nocturnal critters.
A muted face and intimate embraces are the first to surface as I begin to fall into slumber. Eiliorah's face. I would know it anywhere, even though time has slowly eroded the details.
I can’t place the sharp curve of her nose, the subtle pout of her lips, or even the rose hue her cheeks would turn when we were wrapped in each other's arms, tangled in lust. The feeling of loss isn’t the same as when I lost her, this is worse. Becauseeven now the memory of her is fading. My chest clenches as the prospect of her being lost completely to me, momentarily disturbing my sleep.
“Come find me, Kassiel…”
The playful tone of this memory crashes over me and I’m swept back into my deep rest.
She’s running from me in our game of chase. I watch her dart behind a tree, her skin a pale beacon in the moons' light.
My lips peel back so much so it hurts my cheeks from my beaming smile. I should have known she would have stripped down and ran naked through the woods like the littlemigaiashe is.
“Little witch, if I find you, I’ll get you on your back and show you how I really worship.” The velvet from my words caused her to shriek with laughter.
I stalk towards the tree I saw her duck behind, quietly—almost silently. If she wants to play this, I would willingly oblige.
Peering my head around the thick base of the tree, I’m shocked to discover she isn’t there.
A murmur escapes my lips and it dawns on me, she’s using her magic. Her illusion.
“What a cunning migaia you are, Eliorah.”
Another spew of laughter rebounds from the forested clearing.
“Kassiel, did you expect me to play fair?” The way she says my name has my cock throbbing. My need for her, to be in her, grows with each passing moment.
“Now, migaia,” I growl, “if I catch you, I will fuck you until even the moons hide from your screams of pleasure.”
Warm hands cover my eyes, slipping over them softly. A heady breath puffs in my ear as her delicate fingers thread in my hair.
“Is that a promise,” she whispers, pausing to suck on my ear, “I’ve heard that you are a generous lover.”
My skin pebbles and my heady arousal builds, my dick pressed stiffly against my pants.
I grab her wrists and force her to face me, pulling her to my body.
She looks ravishing. Her wild tumble of hair strewn across her shoulders, draping across her breasts as their only covering. I slowly bring my gaze to her, the thought of her bosom in my mouth enough to be my eternal salvation.
“Eliorah,” I begin, “if you would only let me show you how much I yearn to have you shatter in my arms again and again…”
I crush my lips to hers and she eagerly opens her mouth to my tongue.
Releasing her face, I pull back and witness a bright blush cover her cheeks, her freckles more pronounced in this light.
They’re beautiful, I’ve counted and etched them into my mind enough times to know they resemble Uridesecy, the constellation of stars that make up the icon of the goddess.
I swipe my finger over the marks, as if she’s been blessed herself by the goddess. I kiss her again, fervently, passionately before pulling back again and getting lost in her ocean eyes.
The cerulean blue with gray flecks dance between mine and I slowly release her. They’ve changed. The once muddy image of her sharpens with clarity. I step backwards once, looking at her full form and an uncanny feeling causes my world to tilt.
