---The start of this story was quiet literally a moment in time that my senses and what have you had.....remembered or flashed back to...I just put it in to words, and for that reason, hadn't thought to continue it. Until I went to bed.......right befor sleep gives way to dreams. So the following is what it is. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.-
The scent of her skin mingled with that of the desire that now coated the insides of her thighs. Stronger now that he was upon her than when he had first detected it from across the hall. His woman had been watching him. Feeling reckless, she fixed her gaze just above the heads of those last few to leave. Reaching up she buried her fingers into his beard. Scraping her nails along his cheek, “ Whatever do you mean dear husband, I was simply thinking on how Flora’s grandson had grown while away with his father.” she mummered sweetly. Glancing at his wife he followed the direction of her gaze. He knew his people well and that was not their cooks' grandsons back going out the door. She thought to provoke him did she. Though he knew his woman's eyes had only been for him, the mere thought of them not being had the blood rushing in his ears and red staining the edges of his vision. The wood beneath his palms gave a plaintive creak as his fingers tightened around the arms of her chair. Her eyes flew to his profile, heart thudding as she took note of the muscle twitching in his jaw. He looked long ways back at her and narrowed his eyes. “ Is that so…” the words were deceptively soft, barely above a whisper. Standing, he abruptly turned and headed for the door. Startled by his unusual exit she cried out, “Where are you going?” “For a swim.” came his reply followed by the slaming of the large oak door.
As she waited for his return, she readies herself for bed. Taking extra care with her appearance in an attempt to destract him from being angry. The wine must have gone to her head. She hadn’t meant to anger him. Was simply makeing a jest. Yet she should have known better than to jest in such a manner. Her husband was a very possive and jealous man. Normally this fact thrilled her to her core. One then two hours pass and still, he hadn’t returned. Wrapping his long black silk robe around her nakedness and takeing a brace of candles from the mantle, she went in search of him. Just as she decended the last few steps into the hall, steam and smoke filled the room as everything was thrown into pitch black. SHIT she thought as once again heart started to pound. There was only the small halo of light that surrounded her cast by the brace of 3 candles she carried. Not near enough light to penatrate the darkness of the entire hall. Suddenly a spark flared to life at the far end of the hall. She watched as the small spark set the wick of a single small candle to life the disappeared. The small candle she knew set on the matle above the fire he had just drowned. Turning her back to the room she bent and set her candles down. It was their game they had played many times. Rules were simple, if she can make it to the other end of the hall with at least one flame on her candles still burning, she wins. Yet with every flame he was able to snatch away, she had to pay a penalty in order to continue with what reamained of her flames. A slow heavy ach began deep inside her womanhood. She had to work at keeping her breathing steady and the smile from her lips as she reached up and slowly let his robe slide from her body and pool at her feet. Taking her time as she gathered her hair and knoted it atop her head. Unlike her, his kean senses hadn’t been diluted over the generations. His were just as powerful today as the day the Gods gifted his ansestors with them. He could see, hear and smell her just as well in the dark smoke filled hall now as he could beside her in the bright of day. Picking up her brace of candles, she held them as close to her body as she dared. She had only taken a few small steps forward, befor a familer hiss broke the silence and snatched the flame from one of her candles. A small trickle of apprehension creeped up her spine……he was pissed. The remaining two flames in her brace, wavered slightly as her hand gone shakey set them upon the floor. Standing she took a deep breath and thought a moment. Once again, keeping the smile from her face. Standing straight, she plants her feet about two feet apart, raised her arm and crossed them behind her head at the wrists. Archeing her back and ass in way she knew pleased him, and waited.