A Chill Wind From Heaven
Copyright© 2026 by Sonarflash2026
Chapter 5
Llywelynn
All but mesmerized, Llywelynn drew within, brushing aside fears, willing herself to accept, to embrace the forbidden wants being kindled in lonely depths.
:Oh yes,: her thoughts whispered, allowing herself to be pulled in for a kiss.
Soft and welcoming, lips which had been cold and near death were warm and alive, moving against hers, nibbling and lightly sucking. It was intense, unlike anything she had previously experienced, though years had passed since those weekend visits with Marylin.
Alexis pulled her tight, lips sensual and mobile. Llywelynn melted, softening, surrendering. This time, when a tongue stroked between her lips, penetrating her mouth, Llywelynn didn’t jerk back. She tasted. She felt, body responding to the insistent, probing invasion. She opened herself, tongue thrusting back in response, tasting the liquor and a hint of bitter laudanum. Alexis sucked on her tongue, then her lower lip. When she tugged there, heat sizzled into Llywelynn’s belly. She felt nipples harden, aching with pleasure. Her breasts grew tight, then Alexis released the pressure on the back of her head.
:No! No, don’t stop!: she thought, mind in a delicious tumult.
Alexis sagged back. “Got too,” she responded aloud, releasing the girl, settling on the rug. “Shoulder is killing me.” “Sorry.”
“I ache all over.”
“I’m sorry,” Llywelynn replied shakily. “You need rest, and time to heal.”
Released, Llywelynn rocked on her knees, breath rapid, parts of her on fire. She ran the tip of her tongue over lips that suddenly felt energized and puffy.
“Thet’ was somethin’!” she whispered. “Ain’t never been kissed like thet’.”
Alexis chuckled softly. “You been kissed a lot?”
Llywelynn flushed, shaking her head vigorously, hair fanning out. “Not much.” She averted her eyes, blush intensifying.
“Marylin? Or a boy?” Alexis teased.
“Marylin ... quite a few times ... until we were fourteen ... then she began sparkin’ boys ... then I stopped visitin’ their ranch,” Llywelynn admitted quietly, biting her lower lip, struggling with memories. Finally, she met the older woman’s eyes. “Once ... at a barn dance, this Cowboy tried ... tried doin’ things. I didn’t know what he was thinkin’ ‘cause I’d had to wrap myself in a shield with so many people there. He led me outside. He kissed me, then tried stickin’ his tongue in my mouth.” She winced. “He was liquored up and had aweful breath! Then, when he squeezed ... my bosom, I hiked my skirts and gave him a knee twice where it hurts most.” She flushed and glanced away. “Pa taught me thet’.”
Alexis stiffled a giggle. Llywelynn gave herself a shake and stood, snatching up the empty glasses. At the sink, she pulled the cork, tipped the jug and poured the shot glass full.
“I don’t need any more alcohol,” Alexis said.
“I do,” Llywelynn replied, downing the shot in one gulp. After coughing, she filled the tumbler with tap water and sipped. A second shot glass followed the first, Llywelynn calming as the whisky burn settled. She corked the brown jug, sighed and gave Alexis a smile. “Thet’ helps. Now, I’ve Got to rig you a palate.”
After stretching, she stiffled a yawn, then crossed the room. At the right-hand bunk, she pulled off the mattress and bedding, sliding everything across to the Navaho rug. With some effort and a little help, she transferred Alexis onto the bed, blushing, jerking her eyes from the woman’s naked torso.
Alexis chuckled. “I don’t mind if you look,” she said teasingly. “Makes me feel a damn sight better that you like what you see.”
“Ain’t proper,” Llywelynn muttered, pulling up covers, tucking them around Alexis. “With the Laudanum, you should feel better shortly.”
“I already do,” Alexis answered, smiling up at her, saying, “in fact, wonderful. You’ve been an angel. You breathed into me. We call that the kiss of life. Thank you. Her gaze dropped back to Llywelynn’s mouth. “Once more? Another good night kiss with your lovely lips?”
Breath huffing, cheeks flushed, Llywelynn bent over, gently pressing their lips together. Alexis moaned, lips becoming mobile, urging Llywelynn into another real kiss. She opened her mouth, taking the initiative, her tongue darting into Alexis. Her insides quivered. Their tongues tangled and stroked, sparking a heat that surged down through Llywelynn’s core.
Flushed and dazed, she pulled away and straightened, realizing she wanted to keep on kissing the woman ... and more. Instead, she said breathlessly, “sleep now. The Laudanum and whisky should help. I’ll have a load of chores come mornin’. got to nail new shakes on the barn roof ... and repair my chicken coop.”
“Sorry about that,” Alexis murmured.
“Not your fault,” Llywelynn replied, moving about, turning down lantern wicks, blowing out flames. A warm, cherry glow tinged with yellow still came from the fireplace, softly illuminating the cabin interior.
“You said ‘not’ instead of ain’t, and ‘your instead of ‘yer,” Alexis stated.
Llywelynn sighed. “I can talk proper. Havin’ you inside my head is doin’ things. Almost like when Pa was alive. He made me speak correct English ... well ... most of the time.”
She crossed to the stove, opening the firebox, tossing in sawn pieces of mountain yew before twisting the damper nearly shut. After adding a big oak log to the fireplace, she crossed to her bunk. After loosening a thong about her thigh, she unbuckled her shell belt, hanging the pistol on a peg near her pillow.
Her Coveralls and flannel shirt came off quickly. At sight of her red wool long-johns, Alexis let slip a giggle. Llywelynn hung pants and shirt on wall hooks, then directed a smug glance in her direction.
“Laugh if you want, but it’s still early spring and damn cold.” With that, she unbuttoned and peeled off the long-johns. Thoughts shielded, Llywelynn was amused to think she would be revealing a surprise.
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