Remember... Ch. 01

"Mark..."she gasped as he broke the kiss. She wanted more. She tried to pull her slip over the top of her head, but he stopped her.

"Don't move unless I tell you to," he said.

She was about to protest but the look in his eyes brooked no arguments. She kept her arms at her side.

Mark smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Close your eyes," he said, and she obeyed.

In the dark, she felt a hand caress her thigh through her slip. The shifting of the silky fabric on one part of her body caused it to move everywhere else. The heat from the hand contrasted with the coolness of the silk. She gasped and tried to hold him. But just as quick as the touch had come, it left.

"Don't move, Amanda, and don't open your eyes," Mark said sternly.

She swallowed and nodded, putting her hands back at her sides. "I trust you," she said.

His hand was back again. This time on her stomach. The cool silk flowed along her thighs and breasts. She moaned. Her nipples felt incredibly sensitive. She was sure that he could see them poking through the slip now, hard like pebbles, demanding attention.

His hand drifted upwards and cupped her right breast. A soft squeeze. A light brush. She felt his palm against her nipples, caressing them with the softest touches. Then suddenly, the soft caress changed into a pinch. A jolt of pleasure shot down her spine. She gasped and moaned. Her legs felt weak.

A second hand cupped her left breast, then after a similar pattern of caresses, pinched that nipple also. She felt him rolling them between his thumb and index finger, lightly twisting them. It was too much. Her legs felt powerless to stop her as she sat down on her heels and in doing so, released her nipples from his fingers. She gasped again. She could swear she felt her juices trickling down her thighs.

"Get up, Amanda."

She couldn't. It seemed as if she wasn't in control of her body anymore. "Mark... please," she moaned.

"Get up, Amanda."

Her hands balled into fists, her nails digging into her palms. She felt like she was lifting the world on her shoulders. Somehow she did it.

"Good girl." She could almost hear the smile in his voice.

His hands were back now, behind her this time, caressing her shoulder blades. She found herself relaxing, her mind coming more into focus. His hands lingered there for a long time, seemingly letting her feel calm again, if only for a little bit. Then they moved downwards, sliding against the silk, letting the fabric tease the front of her body. By the time they had come to rest on her firm butt, she was panting in lust again. He gave both cheeks a gentle squeeze... then he was gone. She whimpered. She felt alone for what seemed like hours, but then a single hand returned to her backside. It trailed a finger along her crevice, downwards. She almost squirmed but she caught herself. She trusted him. That hand soon disappeared as well. She whimpered again.

"Spread your legs, Amanda," his voice commanded her. She followed his orders, her knees parted to shoulder's width.

A hand cupped her sex through the slip. She could feel her juices seep through the thin fabric. She felt she was losing control again. Something boiled inside of her, wanting to come out but she wouldn't let it.

A finger now caressed her folds through the dampened silk. Then a gentle tap, a soft rub on her clit. Again. And again. She almost lost it. Her body tensed up and her fingers once again dug into her palms.

"Mark..." She moaned. "Oh, Mark!"

He didn't answer. A hand now cupped her left breast. A flick on her nipple.

"Mark! Please! I'm going to..."a moan claimed the rest of that thought.

"What? What are you going to do?" he said, his voice even and calm.

"Please. I'm going to..."Her body shook. "I'm going to... cum!"

He remained silent.

"Please, Mark! I'm going to cum!" Her voice was desperate with need. She was going crazy.

He pinched her nipple. "Then cum, Amanda. Cum for me."

Her world exploded into shards. Her feet extended, toes curled, eyes rolled back. She might have been screaming. She might have been falling. She didn't know, or care. Only the pleasure mattered and it coursed through her very core. She felt herself spasm, her pussy clenching at... nothing. Maybe she had died.

Slowly, everything dimmed and she could see again. Reality caressed her skin, bringing her back from her little death. His arms were wrapped around her, holding her to his chest tightly, petting her silky hair. She then felt the weight of gravity and almost immediately felt dizzy. She was still kneeling but sitting on her heels now. If it wasn't for Mark, she would have fallen sideways from the vertigo. She could hear heavy breathing. It took a moment before she realized that it was her own. There was a scent in the air... also her own, she realized and felt herself blushing. Finally, she opened her eyes.

Mark felt her stir. "Amanda?"

She pulled back from his embrace, still holding his arms to steady herself. She looked at him, her face flushed. "That was... amazing," she managed.

"I'm glad you approve," he smiled.

They sat there for several minutes until she could support herself again. The first thing she did was to lean forward to give him a kiss. Almost a tease, hidden promises of what her tongue can do... what it can make him feel. She quickly broke it off and undid the towel around Mark's waist. She was not disappointed by what she saw. Already, the head glistened with his precum and clear strands clung to the towel as she pulled it away from his body. She bent down to get a closer look, opening her mouth, her tongue almost touching it. She looked up at him.

He nodded approval, signaling her to continue. A grin appeared on her face. She licked the head, sampling the taste of the stickiness there. It wasn't great but it was palatable. She licked again, a longer stroke of the tongue.

Mark put a hand on her head, fingers tangling in her golden mane. He didn't push her but it would be foolish to think that she didn't feel his desire.

She continued licking with the enthusiasm of a kitten lapping at a saucer of milk, not wanting to stop until she had cleaned up all of his stickiness. But that didn't appear to work, as with every lick, she felt his cock pulse and more of the clear liquid came out. Finally, after a moment's pause, she took his head into her mouth and gently sucked.

Mark groaned. "Oh yes..."

From here, Amanda had to improvise. Spying on her brothers could only be so useful. She didn't really know what she could do... or what those elven girls did to make her brothers groan. But Mark had already groaned once, so she knew she was on the right track.

Her tongue licked and flicked at the head, lightly massaging it from every direction. She was rewarded with another moan.

Slowly, with her lips sealed around his shaft she moved downwards, trying to swallow him whole. But she barely got half way down before she felt herself gag.

"Take it slowly. Don't rush it," he said.

She pulled back up, all the while gently sucking, then pressed down again, slower this time. She got more of him in her throat but her gag reflex kicked in again. She pulled off with a slurp. "I guess that's going to take a bit of practice," she said.

"Don't worry. I'm surprised by how much you know already. "

She smiled. "Only what I can see when I do my spying." She stared at his cock, glistening with her saliva. She licked it again.

"So... what? Do you pretend I'm one of your brothers?" Mark asked with a chuckle.

"No! Of course not!" she said, flustered. When she looked up and saw his grin, she realized he was joking.

Mark's laughter turned into a hiss as he felt her tongue again. She gently scraped her teeth against the crown of his head, sending tingles through him. His cock jerked involuntarily.

"I'd never do this to my brothers," she said. "Maybe..." she licked him, "I..." she licked him again, "should..." and again, "stop?" and a final, long, lingering lick. She looked up at him.

"Don't you dare," he gasped.

She grinned wickedly and got up. "But it would be so wrong to be doing this-"Mark cut her off, his hand still holding her by her hair, crushing his lips against hers. She was surprised at first but quickly melted in his grasp.

"Bad girl," he admonished her playfully, breaking the kiss.

"I just can't resist a good dare," she said.

"I guess you'll have to live with the consequences, then," he said as he started to pull her slip over hear head.

"What kind of consequences? Will I like it?" she asked with a grin.

"Maybe. I hope so. But I know I will."

She raised her arms over hear head to allow him to take the slip all the way off. As he pulled the crumpled clothing down her arms, he stopped and suddenly twisted the cloth in his fist, trapping her wrists.

She gasped, eyes wide with surprise.

He sat back, looking at her naked, inviting body. Her soft lips. Long neck. Full breasts. Flat tummy. Toned thighs. He leaned in, took a nipple into his mouth and gently suckled on it. She moaned and arched her back, offering more of herself to him. He then moved on to the other nipple, licking, nibbling at it just with his lips. He bit down on her gently.

"Oh, Mark!" She moaned.

He licked the bud again and moved upwards with a trail of light kisses and licks and biting her neck a little. He licked her lips, teasing her but not quite giving her the kiss that she sought. She whined, trying to catch his lips with hers but he drew back. Instead, he laid her down, making her hold the headboard with her tied hands. He released her hands.

"Hold on to it. Don't let go," he ordered.

She nodded.

He gently massaged her neck and shoulders, then his fingers trailed down her chest and stomach, finally coming to a rest on her hips. He forced her legs open with his own and positioned himself at her entrance. He looked up and saw her looking down at his cock, her lips slightly parted.

"No, Amanda. Look at me," He ordered.

She looked into his eyes and swallowed.

With infinite patience, he slowly slid into her wetness. Her eyes widened and she gasped, mouth open slightly wider. He felt her pussy clench him, almost pulling him in. He groaned and kissed her offered lips.

He held the kiss as he buried himself to the hilt and felt Amanda moan into his mouth. With the same slowness, he pulled out of her tightness until only the head was inside. She whimpered, and tried to move her hips to bring him back into her wetness but his hands held her tight.

He slid into her again, faster this time. "Mmm..."She tried to speak but no words came out. She could only beg him wordlessly with her eyes. He knew what she wanted and he gave it to her. Faster strokes, thrusting in and out of her, every time eliciting a gasp or a moan from her parted lips. He moaned too, her climax and teasing fresh on his mind, the light spasms of her pussy urging him to empty himself in her. He let go of her hips now to allow his hands free reign over her exposed body. She, in response, thrust back at him. He took his time as he fucked her. Massaging her stomach. Kneading her chest. Rubbing, pinching, twisting her nipples. Caressing her face, her neck. She shivered at every touch, sending her closer and closer to her peak and her eyes, still staring into his, clouding over with lust.

Mark was nearing his own release. Her velvet pussy wrapped around his cock tightly, almost as if sucking on it. He thrust into her faster, deeper. He felt the familiar pressure at the base of his cock. "I'm going to cum," he groaned.

She wrapped her legs around him and moaned. "Yes! Oh, Mark!"

He felt his cock spasm, shooting his cum deep into her pussy and as if it had hit a switch within her body, her pussy clamped around his cock, pulling him seemingly deeper into her, milking him. He came and came and came, unloading all of himself into her. It felt as if he was pouring his soul into her pussy. When he felt he could control his body again, he felt the slick wetness and the gentle pulsing around his cock, keeping him hard even after such a powerful climax. He looked down at Amanda.

Her eyes were still glazed over and out of focus, her mouth open in a perfect O. But she was silent, as if not knowing anything was there at all. He kissed her. This seemed to have the appropriate effect, bringing her out of her trance. She blinked and returned his kiss.

"You're going to kill me," Amanda gasped. "My heart is either going to burst or I'm going to lose my mind."

"You should talk! I thought you were stealing my soul for a moment there."

"Through your...?"She looked down at where their bodies joined.

"Yes, through my cock. Haven't you heard of a succubus?" He rolled his eyes. "For someone who likes to tease, you're awfully shy about saying 'cock,'" he chuckled.

"I am shy!" she protested.

Mark stared at her, then laughed. "You definitely weren't shy for the past hour!"

Amanda whacked his shoulder playfully with her bound hands. "That's different!" She shook and twisted her wrists, loosening the bunched-up slip. Finally with her hands free, she touched his body, running her hands up and down his well-defined chest and stomach. "I like your body," she said.

Mark smiled and kissed her again. "Don't change the topic. I'm going to have to teach you to be less shy when talking about my body -- and yours."

She whined. "I already know the words. I just don't want to say them."

He captured a nipple between two fingers. "Then what's this?" He gave it a light squeeze.

"Mark!" she protested, her body squirmed and she felt a familiar pang of arousal.

He twisted it a little, and she moaned. "My nipple," she acquiesced.

"Good!" He smiled, and cupped her breast. "And this?"

"My breast..."she replied quietly.

"Tits, jugs, melons... but close enough, " He gave her a light squeeze then moved down to her clit. He rubbed it in circles. "What's this?"

She moaned. His touch, along with his cock still in her, burned at her core. If he didn't stop soon she was going to cum again. "Please, Mark, no more."

He didn't say anything, nor did he stop.

"My clit. It's my clit," she moaned, losing her will to resist. She knew that she was going to cum again before he was done with her.

He didn't stop. Instead, he flexed his cock inside of her. "And that?"

She moaned again. "Your... penis. My vagina," she said quickly and barely above a whisper. Her body shook in pleasure.

"That's so boring. So... academic. What do your brothers call it?" He flexed again.

She almost lost it, and clung on to Mark's body. "Oh... I'm going to cum!" Instantly, his finger on her clit disappeared, and he held her still so she couldn't buckle against him. "Oh please, Mark..."she pleaded.

"What do your brothers call it?" he repeated.

Amanda tried to calm herself. "A... cock. And pussy."

"Good girl!" His finger was back now, teasing her clit. She felt his other hand on her butt.

"My ass," she almost sobbed, saying what he wanted to hear without even prompting. "Please, let me cum..."

"Almost, Amanda, almost. Just tell me what we were doing minutes before, you and me."

"We... were..."She was so close but she knew he had perfect control over her body. "We were... fucking!"

Mark smiled. "Good girl, Amanda. Now cum for me!" He covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply. Her tongue gave way to his, letting him take control of every part of her and she came.

"Wake up, Amanda," she heard through a fog. Someone nudged her gently. "Time to wake up." She slowly opened her eyes. Mark smiled at her and gave her a quick kiss. She snuggled against him, the feeling of his strong body against her curves warmed her.

"Amanda. We should go. Your escorts will be waiting for you at the outpost." He kissed her again.

"What happened last night? I don't remember falling asleep..."She mumbled, sitting up, covering her body with the sheets.

"You... ah... passed out."

Amanda blinked, remembering. "Oh..."She blushed, a familiar warmth building between her legs. "You weren't very nice," she pouted.

"You seemed to enjoy it," he said with a sly grin. "Besides, you asked me to teach you."

She rolled her eyes. "I wasn't exactly thinking of practicing my vocabulary." She looked around and found her slip loosely hanging from a nearby chair. It wasn't quite as wrinkled as she had feared. She slipped it over her head.

"Go get dressed and get ready," he said as he poked his head outside the door to make sure there was no one out there. "Do you have leggings? You're going to be riding a horse and if you don't your thighs will chafe."

"I have short ones," she nodded, giving Mark a quick kiss before running into her room.

Once downstairs, Amanda found Mark sitting at a table with a plate of food. There was bread, fruits, and some tea. She took an apple and absently nibbled at it as they walked outside. He had apparently already eaten.

The streets were still fairly empty and the air was cool. The sun barely peeked above the top of the forest.

"You're going back to your troops?" Amanda asked.

He nodded. "They should be halfway through the forest by now."

"What are you going to do in Mise?"

"We're a mercenary company that King Alexander has hired to fight against the Blood Orcs."

"Oh... it's total chaos over there, I've heard my brother say. Be careful!"

Mark smiled. "I'll be fine." He pulled out a letter from under his jacket. "Here, take this."

She examined the red wax seal. "What's this?"

"You said you wanted to learn to fight with a sword. Take this to the Astrin castle garrison. Captain Banks is one of the best instructors we have in the city; she can teach you everything you need to know."

"Thank you!"

As they neared the outpost, they saw a group of riders at the gates, one man holding a white horse.

"Can you ride a horse?" he asked her.

"I've been taught how but these horses are so much bigger than the horses in Mise."

"We breed our war horses to be big, strong, and imposing. They're very well trained though, so you should be fine. Worst comes to worst, I'm sure you can ride with one of the other riders. They won't mind," he winked.

She rolled her eyes and let out a loud playful sigh of exasperation.

Mark laughed, "One more thing." His voice was suddenly serious. "Don't mention to anyone that you've met me or my group of men. If anyone asks, just say a local hunter helped you."

Amanda frowned. "But you saved me. You should at least get some sort of reward."

"I think I've gotten enough reward the past two nights." He winked at her again.

"Hey!"

"Ok, ok! You can 'reward' me some more next time!" She looked almost genuinely angry... almost. "But don't tell anyone. It's just a secret between you and me."

She sighed and nodded.

After a few more minutes, they finally arrived at the gates of the outpost.

"I'm going to miss you," she turned to hug him. "Thank you so much for everything."

Mark wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "I'm going to miss you too."

"I hope I can see you again."

"If I come back to Rancer before a year is up, I will go to Astrin to look for you."

"Astrin is a big city, I'm not sure we will run into each other..."she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She held him tighter now, not wanting to let go.

He gave her a little squeeze, then pulled back to look at her in the eyes. "Don't worry. I'm very good at finding people."

"Promise to find me?"

"I promise."

She smiled a little. "Alright. Good bye, Mark."

"Good bye, Amanda."

She gave him a quick kiss on the lips before turning to her horse. She mounted him with a jump and a soldier helped her adjust the stirrups. Mark walked over to the sergeant of the riders and handed him two more letters and gave him some instructions. By the time he got back to her, she was ready to ride. The sergeant saluted then led his men away in a steady trot.