Sky Warrior Ashelle

She kissed him softly, hesitant at first, but soon reinforced with a wave of emotion that had been building in her belly, she pressed her lips passionately to his. Sensei's eyes opened in surprise, then fear, then resignation to the feelings he had been keeping tamped down for so long. His "Little Bunny" was a woman now, and he couldn't lie to himself about the love that he felt for her. Not just the love of a mentor to a student, but a passionate love, born of years of happiness and shared experiences with her.

He put his arms around her and returned the passion of her kiss. He felt his body react in ways it hadn't for many years. His heart raced, his breathing quickened, his manhood stirred. His powerful arms felt the slight form of Ashelle begin to squirm with pleasure under his grasp with Ashelle realizing that this is what she'd wanted for so long. She pulled away from his lips, and pulled his robes open, the rough fabric giving way to his strong hairy chest. She started kissing his neck, and then his chest. The Sensei gasped with pleasure as the touch of Ashelle sent slight electric shocks as her passions rose, her kiss delivering electrical sensations with every touch, every flick of the tongue.

Their lips met again, little arcs of energy arcing between them as they passionately touched squeezed each other. He kissed the fair skin of her neck. So sweet the taste, she smelled of berries and summer and all that was pure. His passions rising, his lips moved down to the base of her neck, and he couldn't help to playfully bite her muscle there. Ashelle gasped, never before feeling such a sensation as the light pain quickly flooded her body with pleasure. He ran his tongue over the spot and then lightly bit her again. Ashelle felt a moan rise up from her belly and escape her lips before she knew what she was doing. The Sensei smiled, "There are so many things that I can teach you now, if you wish to learn them!" She nodded breathlessly, "Yes Sensei, teach me everything!"

She found herself wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding against his growing phallus. "Teach me what it can be to be loved as a woman!" The Sensei cupped her palm sized breast in his hand through her uniform and squeezed, sending Ashelle to gasp again and to return the bite to his shoulder! He smiled and felt the wave of pleasure run through his mid section.

The crash of one of the doors in the barn awoke them suddenly from their passions.

The Sensei looked into Ashelle's surprised eyes and quickly whispered "They're here! Prepare yourself!"

Ashelle deftly lept to her feet and quickly rearranged her uniform for fighting. The Sensei followed, straightening his robes and looking down momentarily worried at the bulge below his waist. This would be a first experience for sure!

Dark maddening forms burst through the doorway, running through the sludge of the demons before it that had perished to the wards. Sensei drew his blade and cleaved the first two in half almost immediately. Ashelle lept into the air to stand on a stack of hay bales, then with a battle scream lept down upon another two unsuspecting demons.

The barn filled with sounds of battle. Blades hacked and swung, grunts of effort and venting of martial power followed by wet sounds of bodies and limbs falling to the floor. Groans of pain, grashing of teeth and the clacking of talons and claws upon the barn floor were silenced one after another as the two blessed blades of warriors of the order cut through the ranks of the demon horde.

Some of the demons now circled around the barn floor, seeking to open the main barn doors. In doing so they released the few traps set for them, bent rakes, falling sharpened spikes and barrels of water. Many fell, but more came behind them. As the wards were burned through and the main door began to open, The Sensei yelled to Ashelle. "Fall back to stall! They're about to overwhelm us!"

As the Sensei predicted, as the barn doors opened up, behind them were the yellow eyes of the waiting swarm, all of them ready to win their kill.

Ashelle swung precisely and dismembered another dark creature, then lept to the top of a stack of bales to begin running towards the stall. She strode across the hay but then suddenly something was wrong. The hay wall began to shift under her feet and she could feel herself losing her footing. With a surprised yelp she found herself falling to the floor uncontrolled! She struck the floor with all of the grace of a sack of potatoes and she felt the shudder of pain that followed is burst through her body.

She yelled out, momentarily stunned on the ground and confused as to what to do.

Something large loomed towards Ashelle, something that was at least the size of three demons put together. "Is that what that was? She thought to herself as the thing walked through the wall of hay and looked down at her helplessly laying before it. One, two, three sets of jaws opened in the thing's chest and all of them roared at her together! She opened her eyes in terror and reached for her blade on the floor beside her. She knew there was no time, it had her and the appendage with the large single claw coming down towards her would strike before she could move!

The tip of the dagger sized claw fell and though she attempted to dodge out of the way, pierced though her bicep and pinned her to the floor. Ashelle screamed in pain, the sword falling from her hand's now limp grasp. The dark behemoth grinned evilly from its three, now 5 toothy mouths. Toungues lashed out, licking their lips in anticipation of the kill. Ashelle balled her left fist and struck as hard as she could against the clawed appendage, but the strike did nothing. The creature slowly lowered itself towards her, preparing to rip her to shreds with its chest now split down the center, lined with dripping fangs.

Ashelle felt the fear of death and of failure to her Sensei and her Order. She would die the worst way possible and her story may never be told by those who followed her. Her eyes widened as her mind scrambled for what to do, as the claw in her arm twisted and sent agony through her body. She reached for her belt and found her dagger. She would fight to the end, no matter how fruitless! These things would remember her rage and her bravery! She swung her dagger with her left hand, stabbing at the demon's arm wildly. Every stab, though, pulled free of the arm with a closed wound behind it. Her dagger was not blessed like her sword, the effort did nothing! But she continued, her spirit never quitting!

It was then that she saw a blur behind the great creature and the sound of Sensei's battle cry! A loud wet noise of a limb falling off the demon was followed by bellowing pain coming from all its mouths. The claw released her arm and the creature turned ot face the new danger.

The Sensei lept at it with his sword raised above his head in a powerful downwards stroke, burying it deep into the creature's body. Ashelle rolled to her sword and grasped it with her left hand, then swung into the triple back of the giant demon. With a final bellow of agony, it collapsed to the floor. Ashelle saw other smaller demons escape to the safety outside of the barn as she rose and walked toward the now kneeling Sensei.

"Thank you Sensei, you saved my life!" Ashelle exclaimed while her hands held her wounded arm.

Sensei chuckled and looked up at her. I suppose I can say the same of you... " He gestured toward his left leg. It was pierced by two clawed spikes of the demon's appendages. "It was about to finish me off".

Ashelle's eye's opened wide. "Sensei, what do you want me to do?"

Sensei grunted as he lifted his powerful wounded leg to a standing position. He swung his blade down and quickly cleaved the appendages away, leaving only the spikes in his thigh. "Help me up, we need to get to the stall! The others will be back soon as they build up their courage." Ashelle helped her Sensei up and he leaned heavily on her shoulder as they moved, limping and grimacing in pain until they got behind the iron bars which they quickly locked closed.

"Ward the gate here!" He pointed to a flat panel of wood going across the center of the door. Ashelle pulled our the pouch of red clay and drew a simple but precise symbol consisting of circles in circles and a line connecting them. She finished the symbol with a quick chant.

The Sensei sat on the ground in a small pile of b l o o dy hay. "Good, now close and secure the shutters on this window and ward on both sides." Ashelle did as he asked, again chanting and imbuing it with some of her life force.

The Sensei dragged his way over to in front of the iron barred door. He picked up some farm tools he had put aside in the room and started sticking them through the spaces between the bars, securing them to the bars with leather straps he had scavenged from around the barn earlier. "This should provide a good deterrent" The Sensei sits down again in the b l o o dy hay.

Ashelle turns an looks at her Sensei, her arm hanging down by her side and her left hand putting pressure on her wounded bicep. "What now Sensei, what do we do?"

He looked up at her and says "We wait until morning, and we hope our cage holds out until then!" His eyes then focused on her wounded arm, at the b l o o d dripping from between her fingers as she gripped the wound. "First we must bind your wound! Come here Ashelle." He gestured for her to sit beside him.

From a pouch inside his robes, the Sensei pulled out a pinch of dried herb and put it in his mouth. He took another pinch and put it up to Ashelle's mouth. "Open up my dear." She opened her mouth and extended her tongue. He placed the pinch of herbs directly in the center of it. "Now push this between your gums and the side of your mouth and keep it there, at least for half an hour. It will help dull the pain." Ashelle nodded and closed her mouth, doing as he instructed.

"Now let's get this uniform coat off of you and see that arm." Ashelle grunted as she pulled her arm though the sleeve. She let the coat drop away, her torso only covered by her torso wrap." Sensei looked carefully at the wound, and pulled a flask from inside his robes. "Brace yourself!" he said as he quickly poured some of the liquid into and around the wound on both side of her arm. Ashelle moaned in pain. "This will help keep the black rot from claiming your arm. Now, let me wrap it with a bandage." From his robes he pulls out a roll of bandages. He wrapped the wound slowly and carefully. We must protect the wound from infection. Keep the dirt out of it Ashelle and change the bandage daily until you can get back to the Order..." His voice trailed off and his eyelids closed for a long blink.

Ashelle turned towards her Sensei. "Your leg, let me see it!"

The Sensei pulled his b l o o d soaked robe aside to expose his wounded leg. Two severed talons still were stuck in the thick muscle of his powerful thigh. B l o o d seeped out around the wounds and sent scarlet rivulets down his calf.

"By the Elders..." Ashelle murmured to herself. She gingerly studied the wounds. "Do you want me to pull them out?"

"Yes, but as you do, you need to put this powder into the wounds else I will bleed out!" He pulled another small pouch from his robes, looked it over for a moment, then handed it to Ashelle. She looked at it with concern. The Sensei spoke up, "Use a palmful, and smear it into the wound immediately after you pull out the talon. It will stop the b l e e d i n g."

Ashelle shifted around to get a better angle on his wounds. With her left hand she grasped the ridge of the talon that was sticking out of the wound. The Sensei winced, then steeled his face for more pain. He looked at Ashelle and they locked eyes. The Sensei nodded towards her and with a warrior's speed, she ripped the talon from his leg and then cast it across the room. The Sensei grunted in pain and b l o o d poured from the place the talon had just been. Ashelle quickly slapped the wound with the b l o o d powder and the b l o o d in the wound began to bubble, then quickly dried into a protective barrier.

"All right, again!" The Sensei grabbed fistfuls of hay as he anticipated the pain to come.

Ashelle looked over to her Sensei's pained expression. A smile crept across her face as she put her hand on the talon and, In her best impression of her Sensei's accent, she said loudly "Brace yourself!" just as she yanked the second talon from his leg. The Sensei cried out in pain and then began to laugh at Ashelle's joke. How many times had he told her the same thing as he removed a barb from her arm or prepared to set a bone in a broken finger. The Sensei grumbled "Brace myself, indeed!"

The talons removed and the b l e e d i n g stopped, Ashelle pulled a roll of bandages out from her own supplies. "Lay back Sensei, this will probably hurt a little." Ashelle ripped a bit of sredded fabric from her torso wrap and soaked it in the liquid of the Sensei's flask. Her agile fingers navigated around the wounds, wiping up the smeared b l o o d and dirt that were there. Ashelle couldn't help but think what would have happened had the demon sunk the same talons into her much smaller leg. With the size of the wounds the Sensei had, she pictured the talons ripping her leg apart rather than just piercing them. She shuddered at the thought of it, and then marveled at the strength of the Sensei. His legs were firm and strong, the very picture of coiled power. He was older, but he hadn't lost a step. He was every part a man in his heart and his body. Both a warrior and a protector, both a terrible dealer of destruction and the giver of pleasure...

Ashelle's mind trailed off, thinking of just before the attack. The feel her Sensei's lips on hers, her neck, his bite... The way his arms surrounded her and protected her while also stirring her desire. She moaned quietly at the thought of it, the way his touch sent adrenelin through her veins and awoke her womanhood. The memory caused her arousal to stir in her hips again, and she reached down to briefly press against her sex, shuddering lightly at the sensation. She realized that she was again very wet between her legs, and she squirmed a little while pressing her thighs together.

Her hands now shaking slightly, she begain to wrap the bandages around the Sensei's mighty leg. After a few deft wraps and a tie off, her hands lingered on the inside of his legs, and she began to rub her hand in circles as she slowly moved upwards towards his waist. The Sensei sighed, and a bulge began to show under his robes. Ashelle watched his face has her small hands slid under his robes, seeking his manhood.

With an audible gasp from the Sensei's lips, Ashelle firmly grabbed his shaft, which seemed surprisingly large to her small hands. She squeezed him playfully, and the Sensei responded with a moan. She could feel his b l o o d pulse through her hand, and she pulled back the rest of the robes to reveal him as he grew in size in her grasp. She smiled and bent over him, beginning to stroke him now up and down. Fascinated by the first real man she had see up close, she couldn't help but put out her tongue and lick the tip. The Sensei's body shivered and Ashelle's face ginned wildly. This power, this control of his pleasure with such a simple flick of the tongue or kiss of the lips was intoxicating, she had to have more!

She placed her whole mouth over the tip of his penis and began to slide up and down as far as she could with her little mouth. Her hand stroked his shaft and he grew even a little more. This was wonderful to Ashelle, this was what it was to love as a woman! Her fantasies she'd had of being with the Sensei before this were all girl's dreams, without details and experience of how a man works. Now, as she felt him throb in her hands and in her mouth, this was what it meant to love a man! Part of her realized that now she could call herself a woman.

With her right hand she gingerly, and with a little pain from her wound, reached down and pulled away the wrappings of her chest. Her small breasts reacted to the rush of cool air with goosebumps and erecting nipples.

The Sensei, lulled into a bliss of pleasure suddenly snapped his eyes open, looked around and propped himself up on his elbows to look at Ashelle. He was about to speak, but the image of the fair skinned Ashelle with her mouth around his penis, her hand vigorously stroking him with her beautiful blue hair falling about his exposed waist... Her electric blue eyes watching him with playful glee... it was all as if from a forbidden fantasy he'd had while dreaming. It was a perfect moment, and one he didn't want to end. But it had to, they were in danger!

"Ashelle... Ashelle!" he forcefully whispered. His hands gently grasped her face. "They're here Ashelle, the demons are in the barn! We have to defend ourselves!"

Ashelle lifted herself from his shaft, a rivulet of saliva trailing seductively to her lips. She narrowed her eyes, looked around quickly, and then back at her Sensei. "Let the wards do their work, we must finish this Rite of Ardor!" She stood above him and pulled at the sashes above her hips holding her leggings up. "Either we do the rite successfully and I am able to destroy them, or we die together making love, Either way, this is how I wish my story to be known this night. I wish to be a woman joining with her man, her friend, her mentor..." She looked down seriously at him, he leggings falling away revealing her glistening womanhood, her skin pink and swollen with lust, her hair blue and crackling with energy. "I wish to die with my lover!"

She dropped down and straddled her Sensei. He attempted to sit up but was wracked with pain from his leg. She placed her hand on his chest, light blue crackles of energy arcing to his flesh. "No Sesnsei, let me do this. Let me be your woman..."

Ashelle shifted her hips and felt his head at the entrance to her sex. He was warm, almost hot there. Her woman's lips glistened and decided to slide back and forth over his engorged shaft as she slowly rocked her hips atop him. She could feel him twitch

below her, could feel him flexing his muscles to allow him to enter her, but something inside her decided the extra seconds of anticipation would make everything the better. She rode back and forth atop his shaft, a devilish grin across her face, her woman's lips spreading their wetness and light blue arcs along the shaft as they both moaned from the sensation.

A shocking rattle of the iron bars at the door to the stall jolted them both. The both looked over to see wet black tendrils grasp on to them and jump back, as if the iron was red hot. A sickly sweet burning smell tainted the air. Something was at the window now also. The shudders shook and the sounds of demons in pain filtered through the wall.

The Sensei looked at Ashelle, the pale lamp's light highlighted her soft fair skin, her breasts heaving with her quickened breath, her flesh glistening with sweat. Her body began audibly cracking with energy as she knew what he was about to say. A final command. She wanted him to say it, to tell her now...

"Take me Ashelle, do it now!"

Ashelle rocked her hips and put him at her entrance, then with a push back began to let him in to her. She gasped, he was large for her little body, but she was determined. She pushed him in a little, was met with the sensation of stretching and then withdrew. She pushed him in again, a little farther this time and the feeling of stretching began to shift to one of pleasure, and then withdrew. She pushed again and then he was inside her, filling her like she had never known. The Sensei moaned in pleasure and Ashelle sat there, savoring the feeling of his hot manhood filling her so deeply, her body adjusting to his size, her senses feeling pleasure in waves.