A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 22

Only say that I am yours and I will tell you who you are to me, fine male, and you will hear words that no other will ever hear. This is for us here, this night," she smiled, "but there is another Rohn for you as well and she will need you and I will allow it. Yuan lay with you and she has said to me that she felt love for you. Between Rohn girls, this would mean death to one for certain, but not here and not her.

I ask you to use your mind, Ayt'han. This home that you have is not as good as the other. That one is where we should make our Quarn together, you, me, and lovely Yuan."

He looked confused then, "I thought that you --"

She shook her head, "No. We only are friends like neither of us has ever had and we are not shy about our need and there was no male for us, though she can be like one. Sometimes there are kisses and caresses as we help each other, but that is all. The touch of another is always better than one's own."

She smiled, "Always there is laughter. Yuan and I are close and we both need to be bred by you when the time is right and the Quarn stands with a small clan inside it. If your seed takes in her as well, we rebuild faster, and two lines come of it. We have spoken of it, Ayt'han."

She chuckled, "We have talked of it in wishes to each other, laughing as we always do. We have dreamed of it, wanting three in our rumpled bed."

"Perhaps that will be my test," he smiled, and they laughed together.

"Oh, perhaps," Beyl'eth grinned.

She hissed in pleasure and he watched the way that she began to whip her backbone so that at the end of each stroke, her lower lips rode along the length of him. They'd become very slick where they touched there and Beyl'eth used this to their advantage.

"We have agreed to share, since we both feel for you inside ourselves. We are likely the only ones who could, for if she were any more of what she wished to be, I would kill her for the thought, but it is Yuan, and I love her for her kind heart and our friendship."

She slowed then, and looked at him searchingly. "You can have both, each with the blessing of the other, Ayt'han, the full knowledge and blessing. Tell it to me that you felt the start of love with her, and then tell me if it is truth that you can feel it for me."

She stopped then and looked into his eyes, "I use no spell and cast nothing here. Your words are your own. Tell me, and I wear the band on my neck for you always. This is the only temptation that I hold up to you. Tell me, and if you have need, I will always please you somehow and in some way, even if we fight, for it is the way back from fighting. Tell me, and you have a double family and the people begin again."

She placed one hand on his heart. "Tell me. If you have want, only tell me."

Billy the lost demon had wonders to consider. For days -- whenever he managed to lift himself from his own dark thoughts, he'd felt amazed at everything, ever since they'd appeared in his wilderness. He didn't even know how it was that he remembered how to speak to the Rohn -- and he sure didn't know where his next words came from, either. He knew how he felt, and they were on his tongue.

"I want my Rohn," he said with a grinning growl. "I want what is mine to have if you offer it always. I want to feel hearts beating against mine. I want ... a family."

He nodded, "I want Bey'leth and I want Yuan. I want what is mine, and I keep what is mine."

"For always?" she asked, raising one eyebrow with her little grin, "Both females for always in this way?"

Beyl'eth had her answer even before he'd drawn the breath for it, because, ...

He didn't even blink.

"Always," he smiled softly and her heart flew.

"We are yours, Lord Ayt'han," she said with a determined nod as she began again. "You will need to tell her that you claim her, though she already hopes for it. I am your Rohn witch, and I claim you as mine.

Now," she laughed a little dangerously, "the choice has been made by us both. See what a high Rohn witch will do for her male and for no other."

She began again with a vengeance. By the third stroke, he was as hard as stone, but so very warm to her against her like this. By the twelfth, she lifted herself and reached to move him. It had taken that long to get past her own trepidation. But she knew that she was his now and that this had to be. He stared as he felt her lighten while she did this, floating a little in some way.

With the end of him against her lips, she eased him into place and looked at her male. "This is the time. Take me."

"I don't want to hur-"

"Take your female!" she snarled deliciously, "This is the moment, and it needs to be so."

She had such want of him as she still moved a little to feel him just there, just ... there.

"Please, Ayt'han," she moaned, "It will likely hurt a little, but, ... I am yours. I need this.

Please, you must be the one who does this." Her arm around his neck slid back so that her hand was at the back of his neck and she placed her forehead against his, "It does not matter anymore. It must be. You must claim me. If I do it myself, it will be the same as bewitching you and not a true joining."

Her head fell backward and he watched her heartbeat in her throat. "All this time," she spoke to the cliff above her. "to find the one, to have him against me, and now I beg. Take your witch.

Claim me, Ayt'han or live as my slave. We will both be miserable," she said and prepared herself to jam down onto him.

He moved then, seizing her hips and he pulled her down cruelly, viciously, as hard as he could, hating that he'd hurt her in doing it, fearing that he'd hit the end of her passage and cause her even more pain. He felt it as his hardness forced itself into her, stretching and driving still deeper.

Beyl'eth screamed and he watched the muscles of her throat as she did. Her next breath whistled as it flew past the teeth of her pain. She howled then and she hissed. He made sure to hold her tightly, more out of fear that she'd fall from him. He felt her legs tighten around him as she drove herself down even harder, howling again, before she lunged for him and hugged him tightly as she rode through the rest.

"It is done," she whispered as she gasped, "The last Rohn witch gives herself to her male. Rocks and boulders, ice and snow, Ayt'han, I feel that you do love me already as I feel it the other way in me. I promise to make you as happy as you make me. We do this now for us, for all three, for this acceptance had to be. You came very close to losing your will if I had taken you first. Thank the spirits of the mountain; you did what we needed then. I am yours instead."

She didn't move for a long minute, and he felt throbbing, but he didn't know whose it was.

"Ayt'han," she smiled as she nuzzled his neck, rubbing her face under his jaw and making the softest whimpering sounds which raised the hair on his neck. "Mine and yours both, this love. Thank you for acting before I did. It was so close, and it would have been our unhappiness like that. When we are done here, I will serve you your meal and while you eat, I will put on the band."

"No," he whispered back and her eyes opened.

"You will eat with me. You will not serve me, and you may wear the band whenever you wish, as is the custom. You are not owned. But I do not wish it to be on your neck if we lie together."

"Why?" she asked, suddenly confused, "it is my right to wear it and yours to see it on me."

He sighed and lowered his head, moving her wild mane away so that he could kiss her neck and throat, "It is my wish then, call it that. I love your pretty neck and I will want to do a lot of this."

A few minutes later, Beyl'eth understood everything and hugged herself to him tightly as he carried her to where he slept. The rest of her deflowering was as a dream to her, a dream long in the coming of it from when she'd been four and a half years old and had met -- and liked - the only boy that she'd liked at all for a long time.

The first time that he'd roared and she'd howled as he'd filled her, Beyl'eth had been working so hard, her long mane wet with sweat and he'd moved her hair carefully and she'd thrown her head back and gasped as she'd felt that muscled chest against her breasts as he worked her. As she'd yelled out his name, he'd listened as she let out a little sound each time that he contracted, sending more of himself into her.

She'd smiled at him as the last two spurts came to her, still making the noises, and he saw her shining snow ghost eyes, as they closed for an instant each time, opening again right afterward, to make sure that he hadn't disappeared. That was when Billy knew for the first time that without any possibility of doubt, he had succeeded at something important, and that someone - who really wanted to -- loved him.

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The ghost moved up the valley in the blustery wind. It blew hard enough that when it gusted one could hear it as an uneven pounding. She didn't, but she remembered. She smiled then, remembering that now, she could walk in weather such as this and not even feel the weight of the snow as it accumulated on her mane.

She couldn't feel it, because it didn't accumulate.

Narreth's spirit was pleased. She'd found a way to be with her son again. He knew nothing of her presence yet, but that was alright. The wedding band which Beyl'eth had been given had been the vehicle that she'd needed.

Ayt'han would be more than fit to rule the tribes by now if he'd grown up near his Quarn. If he'd never been lost to them all, they'd have likely beaten back the lowlander hordes. A single Ch'arnn was worth several hundred of the weak turds, she knew. If it had been the king leading them instead of desperately defending, if he'd led that day, along with his two strong sons, the people would have lived and better, Laish and Ayt'han would be taking the fight to the fat kings for their insolence and vanity.

But that was not the ending that their fates had decreed. At least they were here and safe enough to begin again. Narreth herself wished to see this world and know its nature fully, and for that, she'd need to travel. She smirked to herself.

Just as she'd always done.

Other than guide them a little, she had no wish or need to interfere. That he lived was enough. That she was with him and able to see him was so much better for a mother's heart -- even a dead one. Beyl'eth -- her young heart-spirit would be the perfect mate for her son.

She might have been able to engineer herself a way off her now-dying world to be on this one, and she was so thankful for her young kin, but even Narreth, perhaps the most powerful Rohn witch ever spawned hadn't had more than the barest inkling of what was to be between them.

She remembered that day and how the two of them played, the shy son of hers and the nearly always scowling little girl-child who felt lost and didn't know why, though her stepmother loved her and tried hard to be the mother that she needed. Little Beyl'eth almost never allowed anyone to touch her, yet Narreth smiled as she remembered the happy laughter and the smiling little face as her cousin's young daughter hung from her son's neck as they spun until they fell over in a heap. That had been their only other time together, but Narreth had met the little girl before.

She'd been there doing her best to stop the hemorrhaging which would take Beyl'eth's mother from her. She'd been the one to ease the babe into the world, and she'd stayed for a time to make certain that her cousin didn't experience a double loss. That time had been one of the reasons why Narreth always sought for news of the little girl whenever she spoke to the chieftain of the Rohn.

"What will you tell to me as the name when you bring her to the Quarn of the king to have her spawning and name recorded?" she'd asked.

Her kinsman had smiled then as he held his tiny daughter, "I was thinking on it and could find no name which I liked," he said, "But I saw you with her and it came to me to name her Beyllix Narreth. I know that many name their girl-children after you, but for what you have done for me to save her, that requires real honor in a name."

Narreth had thanked him then, and right afterwards -- as soon as she could, she'd arranged for her namesake's education with her own mother. The little girl had power -- that much was evident, and other than herself, and she had little time, she knew that there was no one better for the task.

She walked smiling as though it was a sunny day, though it wasn't. She felt none of the wind as she walked against it. But her smile faded as she came across an unfortunate here, lying in the deepening snow.

Narreth knew nothing of it, but there was once a huge breed of wolf, tremendously successful as a predator and it lived all over this part of this world, even far, far to the south. But things always change, and the large animal's prey had faded out long ago, taking the wolf with it. Much later, the humans -- many of whom had always admired the wolves and -- when others of their kind weren't busy trying to kill the rest of them off, had made an attempt to re-create that one type of wolf.

Their success had been called the American Alsatian then, and that was long ago. This poor dying bitch carried much of that blood, mixed with a few generations of Grey Wolf. Her trouble had begun because of her size and the requirement of her body to sustain itself. But where she was here, well, she had no pack, so that precluded running down and killing many of the larger things which she needed to eat. She'd been starving on rabbit, one of the few smaller creatures who were not hibernating now. In desperate hunger, she'd tried to bring down a young elk, but the calf's mother had an opinion in the matter and that was how she'd gotten her ribs broken. She could walk or maybe manage a trot, but now the rabbits were in no danger anymore.

Narreth didn't know the names of the creatures involved. She just saw it all in the animal's recollection.

"Such a beautiful creature," she crooned softly a she stroked the huge head, doing what she could to take her pain from her, "I feel sadness and how you feel no hope. Have a little courage if you can, and I will see what may be done to keep you from becoming as I am. The way that you and the others look to me," she smiled as she thought things over, "you remind me of what my people were like once long ago. Not on four feet, of course, but winter-wild and free where a mistake or a misstep, even a bit of bad fortune was all that it took."

The yellow eyes regarded her in less fear now and Narreth was a little happy. "You are like what we were in the beginning; a creature who needs to eat and hides in plain sight in the snow as a ghost while it hunts. Well I am a ghost, and I can say that the best kind of ghosts are the ones who draw breath."

Yuan was cleaning the kitchen, wanting to be doing something as she waited. She knew that she was being foolish, and she felt it. That Beyl'eth had been gone this long was a good sign, she thought, knowing what they'd planned for this. She tried to brighten her thoughts then, telling herself that in all likelihood, her friend was enjoying Ayt'han, and that he'd accepted their somewhat strange offer to him. But then she had another thought and felt worry that she knew that she shouldn't feel.

Maybe it had gone badly and her friend would not be coming back to her with joyous news because he'd killed her.

She groaned at the thought, knowing that it wasn't likely. But it was there in her heart then and now she worried more. She walked out onto the ledge then and looking down the length of this valley, she saw the way that the north wind blew its icy blast right over her head from behind the cliff, the heavy snow clouds scudding low and leaving heavy snow in their wake. The bit of the valley before here wasn't getting much, but she knew that where her friend was would be getting pounded. That thought didn't help her worried heart either.

She knew what she felt for Billy or Ayt'han, or whatever he was called. He had raised hopes in her that she'd never had and her heart had responded. She also loved her friend so much ...

She saw something then, far out and coming to her out of the snow. She didn't know what it was, since it looked to her like little more than a collection of fairly vertical lines which seemed to move as a group. Whatever it was, it was moving quickly.

A few moments later, Yuan looked down the stone of the ledge at those lines as they slowed and began to move up the incline toward her. She sensed little, nothing like a being, anyway. She stepped back a few paces and as the lines -- or whatever they were came near to the top, Yuan saw more as it appeared out of the air. A moment later and she gasped at what stood before her with a slightly worried smile growing.

"You are Yuan, " she said, as she stated the fact that she knew, and when Yuan nodded, she smiled as she said, "I am Narreth, mother of Ayt'han. I hope that you feel no discomfort, but I no longer live. Forgive me if you can. I had planned to look at you and show myself in another way. I know that you can heal as I could once, but there is little that I can do now, and there is one not far from here who needs help.

I know what is wanted by both of the Rohn with my son. I would have only told you of my blessing after meeting you, but now, well, if you can help the creature that I have found, I will do as much for you in what you wish as I would for Bey'eth. Will you lend your aid where I cannot anymore?"

Yuan stared, and she nodded, and then remembering her manners, she managed a bow as she stepped forward. "Who needs us?"

Narreth smiled at the honor that she'd been shown and held out her hand, "She lies there in the teeth of the wind and the snow and she is dying. Hurt as well she is, a poor creature who gives up her hope. If you can bear my touch on your arm, I will lead us there."

As they walked together, the snow began to swirl more and harder around them , and it was not long before Yuan lost most, if not all of her sense of direction. Her other sense revealed little more than the topography and little else.

"Have you seen Beyl'eth?" she asked, "She was going to speak with Ayt'han, but she has been gone for a long time and I worry."

"I left them not long ago," Narreth replied a little cautiously.

"Then please, "Yuan said, "can you tell me how it looked to you? They need to pair, and I worry for my friend -- for them both, because Beyl'eth said to me that when they met, they could have killed each other."

"Then I can say," Narreth smiled, "that I believe that they will both survive it. When I left them, they were standing together in the way of our kind and my son was kissing your friend's throat. Is it enough, or do you wish to hear of what they do now at this instant?"

"This instant, I would love to hear," Yuan smiled shyly as she looked down.

Narreth laughed softly, "I have lived inside the leather of my little prison since I gave it to the one named for me. This day, I feel such happiness. If you wish to know the numbers of it Yuan, I can say that thus far, he has spent into her mouth once, her woman's secret twice, and at this time, they both work at coaxing another gush from him into her fine bottom.

Ayt'han balked at first, but the bellix has told him that she wants him everywhere this day, though she made her joke that after this terrible task to him, she would relent in her demands long enough for him to eat and regain his strength. She laughs, enjoying his attentions, though she is not as free from the work of it as she tries to make him believe. She will grow weary soon and need her own rest as they eat together. It is my mother's pride to say that Ayt'han is not small in that place. I think that you know this."