Page 40 of Fate

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Blinking amid a haze of sexual awakening, I struggle to understand.

“What do yo—Ooooh fuck…” Helia’s fingers trace a quick line to the tip of my member, a wet spot shining through my gown. Tiny explosions of sensation cascade along my body, but my mind grows dark. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, right? She shouldn’t touch me there; that’s what men use. Not women. Right?

“Hey. Come back to me baby. Come back.”

My focus snaps back to the present, worried meadows gazing down at me, hands freed from my body.

“Sorry. I’m not sure if I’m ready for you to touch me down there.”

Helia places a finger along my lips, quieting anything more. “Never apologize about that. Is there something else that might work?” Genuine care oozes from every pore of her body as Helia furrows her brow.

I bite my lip, trying to think of something. I smile as I look over her body, an idea forming quickly. “I’ve got a plan. Lay on your back.”

Helia obeys with a smile, uncertain, but willing to trust me. Straddling her hips again at first, I shimmy backward, lying flat against the fur bedding, and eagerly taste her. Honey must run in her veins. A moan and slight raise of Helia’s hips tells me this woman is ready for another round. No, not a woman; a goddess. My goddess. I flick my tongue up along her slit to the hood of her clit, divine nectar rewarding my worship at her altar.

My supplication slowly elicits a string of moans and Helia's hips rock gently against my face. I wrap my arms around her hips and savor the feeling of her muscles flexing under my ministrations. The position feels natural, but uncertainty begins to creep in at the edges of my mind; my experience is lacking and I want to make sure that I time this right.

“Oh shit,” Helia exhales sharply. Her muscles flex as I roll my tongue between her clit and folds. Smiling as I work Helia up into a second frenzy, my own need responds in kind. My hips start to rock against the furs in time with Helia's moans, my member trapped within the folds of the gown, sensation suffusing my body.

Moans vibrate from my throat, causing Helia to buck against me, her breathing shallow, a leaf tossed about in the wind. Tension, taut as a bowstring, builds in my groin, hips moving faster. Helia threads her fingers through my hair and pulls my head firmly against her.

I eagerly respond by sucking harder. Her moans explode into a guttural cry, as her orgasm takes over, hands still holding my head in place. My hips move furiously of their own accord, climax within reach as Helia's begins to subside. Her grip disappears as she pushes herself up on her arms, her breathing still tense, watching my gyrations while I still worship her body.

“Good girl.” She purrs at the sight, as I moan loudly into her. The tension that had built in my body snaps with the fury of a storm at her words. Lightning rages through my muscles, surging and coursing like the tempest I’ve become.

After what seems like an age, my body finally stills, head resting on my goddess's thigh, unable to lift myself up. Helia's gentle hands reach down and pull me alongside her, my head moving from her thigh to her chest. Finally, she breaks the silence as our breathing reaches a normal rhythm.

“Well. That was…” She trails off, seeking the right words.

“Yeah. It was.” Words don't suffice. Helia chuckles and rubs my arm, clearly pleased. “I think I ruined my dress.” Her chuckle turns into a conspiratorial laugh.

“Good thing I bought an extra one!” I look up at her incredulously before laughing at the pure joy on Helia’s face. “The other gift is simple. I got you a blue cloak to wear during the day so you can remember a little bit of what you felt like tonight. And it will go perfectly with your second dress when, or if, you ever want to wear it publicly.”

My laugh dies as I stare at her, feeling deep care from her to my core. “That is no simple gift, Helia. None of this is. Thank you.”

She blushes, fingers still delicately tracing illegible patterns on my arm. Silence overtakes the room, broken here and there by the dying crackle of the fire. Blissfully, we fade in each other’s arms, sleep a pale dream compared to the warmth in our souls.

CHAPTER THIRTY

THE MORNING SUN peaks out from behind a few stray clouds, hinting at the coming change of seasons. The heat is manageable, yet a bead of sweat trickles down my back standing out in the courtyard next to Helia, Bellius, and Andra. I shrug in my armor, getting used to the heft of the bronze, my blue cloak draped behind me ready for the travel ahead. The sweat though, has nothing to do with my attire. No, staring out at the band assembled in full gear I steel myself for the coming moment as I recall the conversation with Helia when we woke in her bed this morning.

I blink sleep dusted eyes open to the sight of Helia’s naked body getting out of bed, black hair cascading messily to the middle of her back. She stretches, which immediately brings me fully alert. For her height and muscles, she’s more flexible than I thought. Helia finishes her routine and spies me awake, tangled up in my rumpled blue dress and eying her every move.

“We’ll have plenty of time for you to see more.” She laughs as she tosses my usual tunic at me while throwing on her own clothes. I pout, the corner of my mouth pulling to the side, making a show of being disappointed. I languidly get out of bed, seeing as Helia is unmoved. The hunger in her eyes sets my pace slow, intentional; a totally innocent display with no ulterior motive.

“Itho. We need to talk about what’s next; don’t distract me. I know, I know; I’m mean.” I roll my eyes but a giggle gives up the act and soon we’re both smiling and laughing as we dress, love sowing seeds in deep soil. Finally serious, I settle back on the bed, resisting the urge to make a comment.

“We’ve laid the ground work with our ‘investigation’ yesterday. It’ll take little to convince Pellax that our enemy is at Askepollo. I’m heading to talk to him and if all is well, we’ll gather our cohort and set out today. In a few weeks, we’ll reach the ruins and fulfill the destiny Lunos laid out for us.”

Surprise stills my fingers from their idle playing with the furs on the bed. Today. We’re really doing this. I shouldn’t be that surprised though, I did push this along with the whole investigation idea.

“One other thing Itho. While we are traveling to Askepollo, try not to use your power. I see the toll it takes on you and we may need you at full strength when we reach the temple.”

I hadn’t thought about that. A worry nags at the back of my mind; I’ve never actually been in a real fight yet without using my powers.

Mulling over the impending future, Helia’s extra gift of the ocean blue cloak lays in my hands. The fabric rolls between my fingers, my mind deep in the caverns of doubt and fear. A comforting hand pulls me back to reality, green eyes giving me more strength than I ever expected.

“Helia, before we leave, there is one thing I’d like to do…”