A Chill Wind From Heaven
Copyright© 2026 by Sonarflash2026
Chapter 7
Llywelynn
Dreams fractured by a panic that wasn’t her own, Llywelynn woke, blinked to clear her eyes and looked across at the nearest window. Some light of a gibbous moon was filtering through shutter slats and lace curtains. After weeks of being pampered, along with enforced inactivity, Alexis had improved. Bruises had faded, deep aches melting away, her body gaining flexibility and strength. Unfortunately, Alexis kept reliving the trauma of her disastrous arrival.
As spring weather settled and snow evaporated, Llywelynn’s sleep had been repeatedly disturbed by nightmares creeping into her dreams. A whimpering cry came from beyond the partition wall between the two beds. Alexis started thrashing. Llywelynn slid from her bunk, pushing back a curtain hanging, ignoring the brush of cold air over bare feet. Even with Navaho rugs, the floor was chilly. She stepped around the partition, pushing back another bed curtain. She reached out a hand to Alexis. The woman’s forehead was cool but moist with perspiration. Alexis was tossing about, crying, arms and legs already tangled in the sheet.
Llywelynn tugged loose the bedding, blushing when she exposed the woman’s large breasts. That sight provoked envy, admiration and desire. Her nightgowns would never have fit. Despite urging, Alexis refused to wear one of her father’s voluminous nightshirts.
Fingers stroking the damp forehead, Llywelynn drew within, recalling their first encounter, and how the Goddess had poured through her, enfolding the woman’s spirit. She flipped back covers, climbing onto the bunk, snuggling close to the thrashing woman, pulling sheet, blanket and comforter over them. Even as she gathered Alexis into her arms, she drew in power, concentrating, projecting warmth and love, soothing frantic thoughts, reaching deep into a troubled mind, easing distress, gradually quelling the night terror.
Llywelynn could see black lashes flicker. Alexis’s head twisted, eyes opening, almost immediately focusing on her face. Those eyes widened, becoming a dark, deep sapphire when they caught the ruddy glow of fireplace embers. After blinking away sleep, Alexis gave Llywelynn a wan smile.
“Hi angel,” she murmured. “Disturbed you again? More bad dreams. Sorry.”
Llywelynn leaned forward, kissing a cheek, then her lips. brushed back short, sweaty hair. “Don’t be sorry. You can’t help it if your nightmares keep slipping into my head.”
“Would be nice if you could heal me that way,” Alexis murmured. “You’ve had dark circles under your eyes for days now,” she murmured, squeezing her own shut. “Post traumatic stress. I keep wrecking your sleep. Hell, We both know I should be dead.”
Llywelynn shook her head, pressing a finger to her lips. “Shush!” she said with a stern breath. “None of that! You live. That’s the will of Goddess Mother. Selene heard my prayers and saw my need. They brought you to me. That makes me happy. So, forget the dark circles under my eyes. You’re a blessing.”
“Your prayers?” Alexis said, abruptly smiling. “What prayers, exactly?”
She opened her mouth, closing lips around the fingertip. Llywelynn stiffened, her eyes widening. Alexis sucked lightly, licking the tip. That simple act gave Llywelynn a rush of pleasure. Her breath caught. Delicious heat started pooling low in her belly.
“I was lonely,” she whispered, shivering as the suckling continued, taking her finger deeper. “A little afraid ... because of those men sent to get rid of me...”
“And?” Alexis insisted.
Llywelynn sighed. “I needed ... more. Someone ... someone to love ... and share my life.”
Alexis arched raven brows and momentarily released the finger, saying quietly, “I was torn out of my universe, effectively killed, then brought back to life ... all because you were lonely?” She untangled her right arm, reaching across, raising a finger to Llywelynn’s mouth, lightly tracing the outline of small, full lips.
“I’m sorry ... if that was the reason it happened,” Llywelynn said, touching the tip of her tongue to the woman’s finger. “Only ... I’m not sorry you’re here now. I prayed for your healing. I prayed for your life. For whatever reason, I’m glad you came. All things considered, the way you make me feel ... is wonderful. I started falling in love with you that first night.”
“Well, guess I might as well stay then, since I am definitely in love with my pixie saviour,” Alexis murmured, slowly sucking on Llywelynn’s finger, stroking it with her tongue, slipping her own finger past Llywelynn’s parted lips. After a moment of hesitation and inexperience, Llywelynn took the finger into her mouth, sucking, wrapping it with her tongue. Despite the lack of illumination, their eyes remained locked together.
As happened the first night, any physical contact seemed to enhance the telepathic resonance. Each lightly sucked on the other’s forefinger, the act suggestive and stimulating.
Llywelynn copied the rhythm Alexis set, tongue flicking as her finger was drawn deeper.
‘This intimacy ... is it like sex?’ Llywelynn thought. Her mind and emotions shared,. Words kept echoing between them. She wanted more but a tangle of uncertainty held her in check. Barriers and imposed inhibitions lingered. A variety of images and impressions, words and feelings swept through her mind. Some were shockingly erotic.
‘Sex is even better, Alexis thought back, reminding Llywelynn that their minds were linked, adding new depths of intimacy to the physical.
‘, Llywelynn felt enticed. Of one thing she was certain. Contrary to morality of church and society, her Goddess Mother would not deny a sharing of pleasure with another woman.
Now fully awake, smouldering desire flared to brilliance in Alexis. Llywelynn was swept up by the woman’s powerful currents. All she was reading harmonized with the liquid heat flowing into her core.
The older woman adored her. She respected Llywelynn’s unique talents. Her appreciation was unshakeable, colouring every emotion. Lusty wants had nothing to do with her rescue. All that was quite separate from shared desires. There was that in Alexis that swiftly dominated, yet softly hoped.
Llywelynn squirmed. Her breath started to quicken, pulse throbbing as heat and wetness gathered between her folds. Like thoughts, the gentle sucking on her finger was suggestive. A slowly licking tongue quickly stirred wants first kindled when she was eleven, during weekends stays with Marylin. Somehow, the simple act of suckling a finger aroused her more than any of those childhood kisses had managed.
Memories from those few years with Marylin surfaced. Llywelynn recalled events that stirred even more heat. She felt those youthful, forbidden desires rekindled, all too aware of Alexis, of lean curves and full, soft breasts, womanly heat and welcoming closeness.
After a minute, Alexis released Llywelynn’s finger and withdrew her own. She twisted onto her side and whispered, “I really, really need to kiss you.”
As though floating, Llywelynn felt dreamy. She moved, leaning into Alexis, small breasts pressing against full softness, large, rigid nipples brushing her own small ones. Alexis slipped her free arm about her. Llywelynn gathered nerve and leaned in. Eyes squeezed tight shut, blushing, recalled to that first kiss on their first night in the cabin.
“Haven’t kissed very much,” she said.
“Liar,” Alexis said gently. She used her chin to nudge Llywelynn’s face up. “I saw memories of what you and Marylin did on those weekends at her family’s ranch. too
Still blushing, Llywelynn slowly nodded her head. “No fantasies. Those were real memories. Marylin and I ... well, I thought I was in love with her, but she didn’t feel the same. That was ten years ago.”
Alexis grinned. “Not so long ago. I think you need more practice.” She moved her right hand, fingers combing up through Llywelynn’s braided hair. Palm cupping the back of Llywelynn’s head, she pulled her into another kiss.
‘Melt into the kiss,’ Alexis thought, lips grazing Llywelynn’s. ‘Open your heart and mouth to me. Don’t rush. Breathe through your nose. Relax and enjoy.’
Though she hesitated, Llywelynn allowed their lips to merge and slide together. She met the others eyes. Hers as quickly snapped shut. Alexis directed her head, lightly brushing her lips over Llywelynn’s.
“You’re tense, Sweetness,” Alexis murmured, her breath and words tickling. “Relax. Let your lips go soft.” Her hand pulled Llywelynn a fraction closer. Alexis was rewarded by satiny lips. At first, they were taut. Then, they softened and became accepting. After only a moment, Llywelynn moaned in her throat and relaxed completely. Her lips becoming mobile, Alexis explored, nibbling, stimulating until she found herself wanting much more from the younger woman. Breath already coming quick, Llywelynn tried to draw enough air through flaring nostrils. Surrendering, she willed away the tension, letting her thoughts flow into Alexiss, into her pleasure and needs.
“Open to me,” Alexis whispered, the tip of her tongue caressing inside lips.
Llywelynn opened her mouth and their tongues touched. Alexis slid deep. Llywelyn couldn’t repress a groan of delight.
Alexis caressed, her left hand stroking the smaller woman’s head. After a minute, her right arm slipped around Llywelynn, then her fingers were busy, untying ribbons, loosening her braids. When Alexis had her hair loose, tumbling free, she combed fingers through auburn waves. Llywelynn returned the caress, fingers stroking through the woman’s oddly short hair while Alexis devoured her mouth and tongue.
Llywelynn felt hands grazing over her flannel nightgown, fingers tracing down the ridge of her spine, hesitating at her waist.
“You know I’ve been wanting you since that first night?” Alexis murmured before slipping her tongue deep.
Llywelynn heard a plaintiff whimper, then realized it had come from deep inside her. Their tongues tangled, thrusting back and forth. Llywelynn gave another throaty whimper. Alexis’s hand slipped down, cupping her buttock. She rolled back, pulling Llywelynn atop her.
She took in Llywelynn’s lower lip, suckling on it, tugging it, teasing it with the tip of her tongue.
Llywelynn pulled back, letting out a rush of breath. “This is too much! I might cause harm! You aren’t fully healed yet!”
“I’m well enough, and this is only the beginning,” Alexis said, pulling her back. Llywelynn didn’t resist.
Lips soft and yielding, Alexis kissed her, mouth demanding and giving. Her tongue darted, sliding deep. Llywelynn sucked on the offering. Sexual thoughts and vivid images swirled through her mind. The tongue retreated and thrust again, the invasion suggestive and exciting.
Llywelynn began to copy the act. Alexis sucked her tongue deep until it hurt. Llywelynn protested. Alexis eased off, teeth lightly grazing her tongue as it withdrew. Llywelynn responded with growing enthusiasm, all too aware of a familiar wetness and aching want between her thighs.
As though sharing the same feelings, Alexis spread her legs, arching, undulating beneath her. Llywelynn felt the woman’s naked, hairless mounds thrusting against her own. Her folds pressed in, her body responding to the rubbing contact. Alexis’s open mouth drank her in. Llywelynn saw images of that mouth and tongue hungrily suckling at her small breasts, then sliding lower, delving between her thighs.