Nova's Journey Pt. 02

"Unfortunate your talents have to go to waste on such trivial tasks." Skye's velvet voice sounded from beneath the veil.

I laughed,

"You must mean my extensive lack of experience."

"For a merchant's daughter, you're not much of a liar and you don't sugarcoat very well."

I shrugged,

"My father taught me not to lie once you've been found out, it makes you appear untrustworthy"

"Very wise," she said simply, "come with me, we should clean up before the ceremony."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing, but she didn't have to ask twice. I replaced the broom where I had gotten it from and followed her as she glided away into the desert with the descending sun. It took a moment before I realized we were wandering into the desert and it scared me a bit.

"Where are we going?" I asked, I'm certain now she could hear the fear in my voice.

"You'll see," I could hear her smiling, "Scared?"

"A little, yes,"

"Nova," my name sounded sweet coming from her, "You are going to have to learn to do things that are beyond your own comfort. This is good experience."

"Alright," I answered, following her over yet another dune, the sky had darkened immensely, the light was almost entirely gone but the moon had begun to rise, thick and full, reflecting the sun to light our way. An intense fear struck me when I saw a light ahead of us, who were we about to meet? I stayed close to Skye, hoping perhaps she would be able to get us out of this situation without coming to harm. I know now that she could sense my discomfort and I'm sure she was probably amused at the time that I was so scared of outside influences, of other people. As we approached I realized it wasn't actually a camp, there was no one around. There was a lone lantern planted on a tall stake at the edge of what appeared to be a lake. As we approached, I could see steam rising from the water. We stopped at the edge and she turned to me, green eyes still burning in the darkness with the glow of the moon.

"This is where we stop," she said removing her veil and dropping it in the sand. I realized she had been carrying a small cloth bag in her arms the whole time. She dropped it gently in the sand next to the veil and approached me, I felt myself flush. She must have seen the look on my face, she chuckled and her hands slid up the sides of my neck, I felt her lean in against me and begin to kiss me. She moved softly and slowly, her hands ran down my chest and began untucking my shirt. I lifted my arms easily and let her remove it. She unclasped my support in the fewest motions I had ever seen someone do so and tugged it off me nonchalantly, giving me a devilish grin. I took this as a signal to do the same, I reached for the front of her leather boustier but she caught my hands as I had begun to grasp the laces, for a moment I was scared.

"Not here," she guided my hands around behind her, "Here." Her hands traced gently over my chest and back up until they rested on my shoulders, she wasted no time in returning to her gentle kisses. My hands felt along her back, noticing an overlap, I felt clasping and began to unhook it, one loop at a time. I held the boustier with one hand and pulled it from between us, dropping it off to one side. I wanted to feel her against me, my arms wrapped around her and pulled her in tighter, my hands ran down her back, feeling every curve. I felt her thumbs tuck into my belt and run from the sides to the front of me, she deftly undid it without looking and then hooked a thumb to undo on the buttons in the front of my pants until they dropped around my ankles. I reached for her waist and discovered a belt low over her hips, I was not as proficient and it took some fiddling to get it undone, but she was wearing a silk wrap around her hips and it slipped off effortlessly once I had gotten the troublesome belt off. I felt myself unwilling to bend and remove my boots, I stepped on the heels of my boots and stepped entirely out of them. She was far more fortunate, her sandals slipped off easily. I felt her leading me and assumed she was pulling me, but I realized she wasn't. She was moving away from me and it was I who was following, and I was following wholeheartedly. I think she knew, even then, that I would have willingly followed her wherever she would have gone, regardless of how apprehensive I might have felt about it. She was what I wanted, what I truly wanted most of all, and I would follow her to the ends of the earth. I felt the warmth on my toes, my feet, creeping up my legs as she lured me into the spring. I could hear the water rippling as we descended into it. One of her hands reached down her side and slipped into mine, placed on her hip. She slipped away from me, smiling, and pulled me further in behind her. The sand was soft beneath my feet, I could feel a slight slickness to it on the bottom. I wasn't sure where she was taking me until she stopped at approximately hip level, she glanced over her shoulder at me, her eyes, those eyes, looking into my soul, I couldn't stand it.

"Over here, in front of me," her voice was gentle but I knew this was a command.

I did my best to shuffle around in front of her.

"Stop," she said firmly, I stopped. "Turn towards me," I turned, standing before the woman who could have owned me, should she have chosen. "Sit down," I felt my hesitation, knowing full well I was in deeper water, but I obeyed, her hand slipped from mine. To my shock, I found myself seated on what appeared to be a smooth rock, the water was up to my collarbone. I was looking straight ahead to her navel, the lamp behind her illuminated her figure while the pale moonlight reflected her fair skin. My face burned, I felt my chest pound, what would she do? What would she have me do? I reached out and my hands ran up from her thighs to her hips, over the smooth, milky skin that covered her. My glance slipped up her frame, over the porcelain skin, until I saw the moonlight glinting in her eyes. It made them even more beautiful, revealing a kaleidoscope of color. For a moment I was breathless from her beauty, but I wanted her. I pulled her sharply into my lap, I wasn't willing to wait any longer, but feeling her so close against me, the warmth from her body, the velvet in her voice, in her soft chuckle, I couldn't be rough with her, I lost my gall.

"Go ahead," the velvet caressed my ear as she whispered, I felt the heat in her breath. I was trembling, I felt so much tension built up, waiting for a moment like this, one I had been anticipating all day. She pulled back from my ear and looked me in the eye. I couldn't bear it any longer. I was suddenly fiery in my passion. I was kissing her furiously, my hands were grabbing at her, pulling her against me, wanting more of her, I felt her smile, she was keeping up with me at the breakneck pace I was moving. Her hands were rough on my chest, her nails grazed my neck and back. I nibbled her neck and ears, giving her hair a soft tug. She moaned gently, digging her nails into my back, this only made me want her more. The fire was in me now, burning, I wanted her to give herself to me and this was the first step. My hands moved around to the front of her and my fingers were coarse against her chest now, I pinched and twisted as her chest rose and fell under my hands. I leaned in and trailed kisses down her chest, one arm curled around behind her and held her to me as I began to use my mouth. Her hands were on my scalp and trailing over my shoulders, I could hear her short, sharp breaths.

"Stop," it was barely audible, she was breathless, I obeyed and slowly recovered until I was almost face to face with her again. She was flushed and breathing hard, her eyes were closed. I felt proud of myself.

"You're blushing," I said, grinning, she panted a bit slower and gave me bedroom eyes as she opened them.

"Don't get too cocky," she said simply, finally recovered but still flushed. "I wasn't expecting you to come on so strong."

If I could have grinned any wider, I would have. She held out one of her hands, "give me your hand." I obeyed, she guided it to that familiar place between us, where it had been the last time. "Be gentle." I was as slow and gentle as I could be, feeling her skin part easily at my fingertips. I felt her breathing change momentarily before she tugged on my arm and pulled my hand back up out of the water. I was confused, had I done something wrong?

"Rub your fingers together," she penetrated me with her stare, I blinked a few times, confused, looking to my hand and back to her. "Do it," her eyes glistened. I rubbed my thumb against my fingertips, they were slick and slid easily. "Do you feel that?" I nodded, unsure of where she was going with this, I had noticed it before. "Now put your hand underwater and do it." She submerged my hand and I did it again, noticing this time that it dissipated and I was only feeling my fingertips rubbing together. "See the difference?" I nodded again. "Never, ever, in water," she said simply, "or it will feel just like that." I blinked a few times before she realized something, "You've never done that have you?"

"No," I said simply, "we didn't do that before."

"By yourself?" she looked at me critically

I shook my head, she chuckled and shook her head, "We will have to fix that, but.." she trailed off, taking my hand once again, guiding it back down, "First, I'm going to teach you something else." Her fingers were on top of mine, guiding me, but this time, we stopped short of where we had last time. "Here," she said, pressing my hand against her, I felt folds beneath my fingertips. "Be very careful, this area is particularly sensitive, the water is going to make it even worse than usual." I could feel her beginning to breath harder again, she was nervous but she was trusting me, just as I had done with her. One of her hands was planted against the back of my neck and the other released the hand she had so carefully placed. Her eyes were staring into the waters, I could see the apprehension in her face. Part of me wondered if she had ever done this before.

"Skye," I said gently, her gaze lifted to mine and I could see fear in her eyes, "I won't hurt you. I promise." She placed one hand on my face and her eyes searched mine for a moment. I pulled her against me and kissed her, I was as gentle as I could be when I started. I felt her stomach tighten and she let out a small moan, but it seemed as though she was adapting as I continued. I kept kissing her and felt her body responding to my touch, her stomach would clench and her hips would buck, she would gasp or let out a small moan. I had her, I commanded her, she was giving herself to me, willingly. I loved it. I continued, as softly and gently as I could, I could feel that fire inside me, wanting her, but I restrained it. I had promised not to hurt her and I knew I would be if I lost control. Finally, her whole body clenched and I felt her breathing hard, her arms clenched around me, she throbbed beneath my fingers, then I felt all the tension leave her body, I stopped. My hand slid up over her stomach, over her hip and around her back, gently running up her spine. My face was tucked against her chest, I felt her heart pounding inside it. I felt the strength leaving her arms, she released me from her death grip and I could feel her trembling. The water was only lukewarm compared to the heat coming from her body. I let my hands wander gently over her, all her curves. I traced gentle kisses on her arms, her neck, her chest. Her hand reached up and ran through my hair, I looked up at her. I will never forget the look she gave me, the softness in her eyes, the gentleness in her touch. She leant in and kissed my forehead softly. My arms tightened around her and I hugged her against me.

"Thank you," her voice was even smoother than usual, even softer, "for not hurting me."

I released her and looked into those green eyes,

"Skye, I..." her finger fell on my lips, she shook her head.

"No," she said gently, "We're not done yet, no talking until I'm done with you." her fingertips ran from my neck under my chin, guiding me to her, she began to kiss me softly.

"When I'm done with you," she said inbetween kisses, "You will be speechless." I was intrigued, but if not talking was what she wanted, I would gladly oblige. She slipped off my lap and submerged herself in the warm water, coming up a moment later and running her hands through her long, blonde hair. I was supposed to be washing, so I figured it would probably be wise of me to do similarly, I rinsed my hair and the rest of my body that had not yet been submerged. She began to walk out of the spring, I followed. She stood at the cloth bag and retrieved two towels and a thin blanket. She tossed a towel to me, I felt my skin chill to the night air and it was a welcome change to dry off. I watched her lay out the blanket and begin to dry herself as well.

"How did you know about this place?" I asked.

"We found it a few days after we stopped to camp, and we come out here to wash, since the water is warm." She folded the towel and put it back in the bag, she held out her hand for mine as well, I handed it back. She folded that one as well and replaced it before turning back to me. "Now," she said, walking towards me authoritatively, I could even more clearly see the sway of her hips, I grinned watching her close the gap between us. "It's my turn." the darker tones of her voice caressed my ears. Her arms wrapped around me and she began to kiss me voraciously. She pulled me towards her, towards the blanket she had laid out. She turned me harshly and lifted up one of my legs to her hip before bending her knees. I practically toppled to the ground, but she didn't let me fall, she laid me out softly before her, still straddling her hips, I felt her shift against me and I waited for her to continue but she didn't. I looked at her, puzzled. She smiled that evil smile.

"Were you expecting something?"

I was almost a little frustrated that she had stopped, she slowly leaned back in against me, I felt myself tremble.

"Sometimes," her voice caressed my ear as her lips grazed it, "It's better to kill someone with kindness." She trailed gentle kisses down my neck and chest. My heart was pounding and I was breathing hard. Unlike the coarseness I had used on her, her lips and mouth were gentle on my chest, her fingertips soft, caressing. I felt her hands move up my legs softly, tracing my hips, back, and arms. Her mouth, lips, and tongue, moved over me with a measure of gentleness I thought would kill me. My entire body was trembling by the time she was done. I felt her shift and move down my body, she left a soft trail of kisses down my chest, stomach and down below my navel. She had spread my legs and was kissing the insides as she had done before, I didn't think I could tremble any harder, the anticipation was killing me, I wanted to scream. Her lips and tongue moved against me and I gasped, but it was very brief, clearly her intention was not to do the same thing we had previously. She leant back in over me and kissed me softly, her long hair cascaded around her face and mine. She pulled back and looked at me, "I'm going to do something," she touched my face softly, "It's going to hurt, but then it will feel good." she paused staring into me, "Do you trust me?" She was searching again, deep in my eyes for some kind of response, some hint of what I was thinking. She was so beautiful, so captivating, I couldn't believe I was here in her arms, staring into those green eyes.

"Of course." I nodded. She raised her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers.

"Try to relax and breathe," she instructed, I felt her hand moving towards its final destination. I took a deep breath. I felt her moving closer and closer until she reached where she needed to be. "Relax," she said, making small circles with her fingertips, it felt so good, I felt the tension leave my body. I think she sensed this, she began to press against me, I grimaced as she continued to press. It was a horrible pain, as though I had been stabbed with something burning and sharp. My eyes watered, and I was breathing fast. This was horrible, why would anyone ever want to do this? "Relax, Nova," she said calmly, "Once you do, it will be less painful." I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing, the pain was dissipating slowly, I hoped soon it would disappear completely. "I want you to take two, slow, deep breaths." I opened my watery eyes and looked into hers, I trusted her, I wanted her, I had to do this, I had to get through it. I took one and let it out slowly, she leaned in against me and began to kiss my neck, "Good, one more." My chest inflated with some difficulty as she was leaning against me, but deflated with ease. I felt her hand begin to move, she was igniting a fire inside me, not a good one, a painful one. I was about to open my mouth and begin to plead with her to stop when the pain turned to pleasure. The words I was about to speak turned into a sigh, she chuckled and kissed me softly. The motion had begun small but her movements were becoming larger, faster. My body began to respond with twitches, I felt my stomach contract. I was finally relaxing and I didn't want her to stop, she continued, speeding up over time, I felt the same building I had felt previously but this seemed more intense, it took longer to build up. I was shameless as my hips bucked against her, my body was pleading for more. I let out a small moan, feeling the energy unfurling inside me before it left my body in pulses. All the energy I had was gone, I felt the heat and sweat on my body, on hers, from the friction between us. She kissed me softly, even as I was panting. I felt her hand slip away from me, I recoiled, feeling some pain as she did so, and it left me with a dull ache. She held her hand up before me, two of her fingers had blood on them. She looked at them and then back to me,

"The hallmark of a virgin."

"Is that bad?" I asked, still breathing hard

She shook her head and licked her fingers,

"It's normal, know it when you see it."

I was truly spent, I wasn't sure if I was shaking from exhaustion or exhilaration, adrenaline or effort. I reached up and wiped sweat from my forehead. She shifted from on top of me to next to me, laying back in a heap next to me, she was staring up at the stars. I sat for a moment in silence, just calming myself,

"Skye?" I turned to her

"Yes?" Her eyes were already on me, looking through me, into me.

"I uh," I began to stumble, again the silver-tongue was going to waste, completely useless against this beautiful woman who was next to me, looking into my darkest secrets and deepest desires. I decided to rephrase, "Why did you stop me from talking?"

"I knew what you were going to say," she said simply, she turned away, "It's best not to speak at those times."

I was puzzled and, admittedly, a little hurt, did she really know what I was about to say? I was about to open my mouth to ask her another question, but she spoke before I could.

"Passion and lust will make you say things you do not mean, things better left unsaid than spoken at a moment like that."

"What makes you think I'd say something I don't mean?" I was a little bit offended at this idea, but she was right. In hindsight, people say all sorts of things when they're burning with passion. I would learn this with time. She had known, as she did from the very start, and she was unwilling to hear it. "Skye, I..." She rolled over and placed a finger against my lips again.

"Stop," she said simply, "You cannot say these things," I didn't see anger, I didn't see disagreement in her eyes, I saw pain, I saw conflict.

"Why not?"

She shook her head, dissatisfied,

"You already know why, nothing can happen between us, nothing of substance. I told you last time, we cannot have a relationship." her tone was sharp, it stabbed me. My heart sank and my chest began to fill with an emptiness.