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 CHAPTER TWO: THE JOURNEY BEGINS

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PostSubject: CHAPTER TWO: THE JOURNEY BEGINS   Sat Aug 06, 2011 6:13 am




Falconwing square was bustling. Women crying, men looking stoic as they prepared to go off to war. Aubrea and Talivan walked up to their respective steeds, checking the saddles and reins. Dreyden looked around the crowd; at first he did not see Arabellia, and a frown curved his lips. He turned to adjust his steeds saddle, tieing the gear down tightly as he shifted the bags. Hearing Aubrea cry out, he turned. Seeing Aubrea hugging first her mother and father, then her twin, Arabellia, he smiled secretly. Walking over to Talivan, he leaned closer to whisper, "Aren't they something?"

Talivan looked to Dreyden; grinning, he gave a nod. "Aye, indeed. And if I can help it, Aubrea shall be mine by the time this war has played itself out."

Dreyden looked to Talivan in suprise. "Oh? But, what about your guy's friendship? Aren't you worried about it being affected in any way?"

Talivan tossed his head back, laughing, he leaned forward to whisper conspirationally, "Lord, Drey...you cannot let life make you afraid to take chances. And Aubrea...she is worth taking a chance."

Talivan Silverbane licked his lips, his eyes lightning on Aubrea as he did so; a look of pure hunger in their depths. Dreyden looked to Arabellia, his eyes contemplative, he nodded slightly. "You maybe right... but how to get the fire burning..." Dreyden murmured, as he walked over to the twin girls.

Arabellia was hugging Aubrea by now; crying softly, she looked up to Aubrea. "You better be careful. And.." she leaned forward, whispering something softly in her sister's ear. Aubrea's eyes widened, looking to Arabellia's, she nodded solemnly.

"I promise." Were the only words that reached Dreyden's ears.

His ears perked, curiousity filling his gaze as he stepped up closer to Arabellia. He dared not admit even to himself, but he was fiercely glad to see Bella there. He wanted to have the chance to say his goodbye. He found himself thinking of different scenario's as she turned around. Smiling at him through the unshed tears, she leaned up to hug him; her frame, though small, somehow fit perfectly against his. As though she had been made solely for him. He took advantage of that moment and breathed in her scent, memorizing it for when he would not be close to her; she always smelled of Jasmine, fresh and lovely. Running his fingers in her hair, he leaned close to whisper, "When I return, I want to speak to you."

Arabellia's eyes widened; looking up at him, she gave a mutel nod. "Agreed, Dreyden."

After a few moments he pulled away, though it always felt like an eternity when they touched. Striding to his horse, he looked back at her. Waving, he mounted up quickly as Arabellia ran toward him. She tugged at the bottom of his robe. "I will write you," she said, her gaze green-eyed met his.

"I know you will, love," he said with confidence, as he clicked his tongue, the infamous signal to his steed that it was time to move forward.

Arabellia's eyes widened as she slowly realized what he said. 'Love'... he had never said that before...she thought to herself; she turned slightly, calling for her horse, Araphemes. She slipped upon it, watching as the regiment formed together and headed out of the square. "Let's go home," she whispered softly as she gave her horse a gentle spurring.

Dreyden, Aubrea, and Talivan were in the same formation; they rode slowly out of the Forest that had been their home for all their lives. Aubrea's eyes still had tears shinning in their emerald depths; Talivan reached over, rubbing her left shoulder in comfort. Dreyden watched the two of them and realized: They were lovers. His eyes widened as he watched them. Their every gesture was a lovers embrace, constant; like a ripple in a wave of water. How did he not notice before? Dreyden shrugged as they headed out towards the Northern Barrens.



Arriving, the regiment began to set up camp; Aubrea and Talivan headed off to gather materials from the nearby area. When they returned, her cheeks were always flushed, and his face wreathed in grins. Dreyden watched them, finding more and more himself wishing, it was him who was in their shoes. Wondering how Arabellia was doing, he found himself nightly laying in his tent, glad for the silence. Talivan was constantly sneaking off to Aubrea's tent. Dreyden could hear the sounds of their lovemaking; frantic, firm yet tender, it stirred feelings inside of him that he had not felt in a long time.

One night, when Talivan snuck off and their love manking had grown boisterous, Dreyden found himself too aroused to not touch. What suprised him most, was when he closed his eyes, he found himself picturing Arabellia. Smelling the night air, her fragerance haunted his thoughts; jasmine wafted around him. Closing his eyes, he could picture her hair curling around her shoulders; her delicate face, framing her dark emerald eyes. The one time he had seen her, naked as the day she was born....by the gods, how could he have forgotten that day. Finding her naked in the mere close to his cottage had been a blessing and a curse; his body becoming quickly aroused as he thought about her rounded breasts, resting delicately on the top of the water; the skin of her body smooth, as though she was scuplted from marbel; her skin so pale against his own.

He found himself reaching down, stroking slowly as he began to think about how he wanted to do so many things to her body; feel his lips on her skin, as he would kiss his way down her, worshipping each crevice. How he would arrive at the juncture of her thighs, spreading her legs as she layed back, spreading her lips to find the jewel within only to clasp his warm lips over it, suckling gently at first on the kernel. Feeling her body thrash against him as he suckled on the bud, causing her to shake violently from the savage attention he decided to give to her body.

His hands reaching to tug upon her nipples. Aching from what he had been thinking, his groan echoed through the tent, though he was not aware; the couple in the next tent too far gone in their own desires that they were visiting upon each other's bodies, to notice one low groan close by. He began to stroke feverishly, wanting nothing more than to cum. To feel the aching rush his body screamed for, the release he desperately needed. As he reached his peak, sweat covered his body. He was starting to shake as his cock began to throb, he growled softly her name, though he was too far gone to realize, "Bella..."

His chest rose as his muscles clenched, he drew in one long breath, and released it slowly; even though it sounded like he could not draw in another, one soon followed. Sweat popped up along his hairline. Heat flushed his face. Sliding the tip of his finger around the head, he could feel how wet he had grown. The mere thought of her burned in his stomach like kinlin to a fire. His lips parted and his breathing became rough and ragged. Pleasure pulsed through him and green sparks lit the darkness behind his eyes. He gave one final moan, a cry, as pleasure poured hot through his veins like melted wax, rippling through his hand in wave after molten wave.

His cock throbbed as the last bit of his seed emptied, his body became limp on top of the covers. Panting, he looked to the doorway; struggling to his feet, shakily, he went to the small pot of water. Holding the water, he grabbed a cloth, cleaning himself the best he could, dispoing the soiled items in a nearby bag for the servants to grab and cleanse. Sighing in relief, he fell back into his bunk, pulling the cover over his body, he closed his eyes. He was fast asleep before Talivan came back into the tent.

Faithfully each week, Dreyden and Arabellia wrote letters to each other; his speaking of the fine adventures they were facing, the enemies they fought; hers speaking of her training, of how she was seemingly getting better at Demonology. They also spoke of how they missed each other's company. What they did not tell each other, was of their budding desire for each other. One worried it would make their friendship, longstanding, all the sudden uncomfortable. He did not speak of how, each night he thought of her body, and how each time he was compelled to touch. She did not speak of how she was starting to think of him, and what she would picture, how it would make her body tingle in ways she never felt before.

One night, after reading a letter Dreyden had written her, she was laying on her bunk in her cottage. She closed her eyes, attempting to relax; slowly she realized there was something different about her. Her breasts felt very tender, aching; the juncture between her legs throbbed in a need she had never felt before. Her breathing was jerky, she attempted to figure out what was the cause of her discomfort. Running her fingers along her body, she reached her sensitive, aching nipples, her breath caught in a tormented gasp; she had never felt such a pain before.

The strange part was, it wasn't really a pain that was harmful...just very different. Letting her fingers trail down her stomach, her curiousity it only peaked. She let her fingers rest on the juncture of her thighs, she had never noticed how soft her skin was before. Letting one finger slip inside, she gasped at what she felt; the inside of her body was very wet, very warm; she could feel a throbbing close to her fingertip. Moaning, she spread her legs wide. Not even caring who was close by, who could hear her by this time, she began to feverishly stroke her aching mound. Letting her finger caress the wetness, she let it brush against the hard, aching button. Gasping, she rubbed herself against her own hand, her right hand reached for an stiffened nipple without thought. She would feel the trobbing of her clit against her fingers from the touch she was giving herself; stroking faster and faster, the wetness covering her fingers as she felt her body grow closer and closer to a point she had never quite reached. "Ah gods..." she moaned, pushing up against her hand, each moan louder than the last as she began to orgasm, without thought, she cried out a name. "Dreyden..."

Shaking, she fell back against the bed; panting, she covered herself up, still shocked by what she had done. She closed her eyes, a soft smile ghosting her lips as she soon fell asleep.
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