Chapter 62: Tidings

Teran woke, though she couldn’t tell what had disturbed her. She blinked a few times, listening for any sound and looking for any movement. All she heard, though, was the wondrous bird song beyond their tent playing counterpoint to the gentle rumbling of her adopted brother’s chest under her head. She laid her head back down with a slight smile, finding comfort in Yren’s slight snore.

She had slept as she always slept with Yren, half over him with his arm around her, holding her at her waist. She was on her side, her head on his chest, her torso curled into her brother’s. Her lithe right leg lay over his muscular, tree trunk of a right leg, curled slightly down so her heel caught on the inside of his thigh. Her long, light brown hair covered half of his chest and her arm lay on his stomach, not quite reaching to his left side.

They were both nude, which was how Teran preferred to sleep except when her moon time came, though she knew Yren sometimes preferred to sleep in his breech cloth. She didn’t like the covering because it rubbed at her thighs, so Yren usually went without it in deference to her. She reflected on how often Yren did little things like that, deferring to her whenever she truly wanted something. It made her feel warm inside to know that this giant of a man cared enough about her to give in to her desires, even when they supplanted his own.

Yesterday had been a day of rest, though Honor Hawksley had decreed it only reluctantly. She and Bena had walked on tiptoes while Yren slept, constantly worrying he would not wake up. After all, he’d slept for over a week the last time he had exerted himself and his power so strenuously. The two sisters spent most of their previous morning in the tent, watching over the young man they both loved.

There was relief when Yren woke up around mid-morning. Of course, how he could sleep, even as exhausted as he was, was beyond the two sisters. After the dragon attack the night before, the refugees had decided to move on, and they weren’t very quiet about it. There was no outward hostility towards the small party, but it was evident many of the refugees blamed them at least partially for the attack. About an equal number stopped to thank them profusely for overcoming the dragons, so it worked out.

Teran spread her fingers wide, but her hand couldn’t cover one side of her brother’s chest. Even though she knew her brother was huge, it always astounded her at the little things she noticed when they were together. How his hands could wrap themselves completely around hers or how his arms could fold themselves so completely around her entire body.

Teran raised her fingers slowly until they gently touched Yren’s face. His jaw was rough, in need of a shave. Still, she kind of liked the feeling of rough stubble against her fingertips. She wouldn’t like him with a full beard, though. She enjoyed looking at his face too much.

She let her hand trail down, her fingertips running down his jaw and then trailing briefly along his neck where it was centered between her brother’s huge shoulders. She barely brushed along Yren’s broad flat chest. She wanted to circle his nipples with her fingers and then her tongue, but she didn’t want to wake him.

Not yet.

Her hand trailed down the defined ridges of his stomach, softly moving up and down over the young man’s rolling, corded muscles. The morning shadows made his stomach muscles even more defined and Teran couldn’t help but smile as her fingers drew along those soft hills. She paused briefly at the indent of his belly button. She circled it once, considering dipping the tip of her finger within, but ultimately chose to move lower.

She smiled at the complete lack of hair above and on his organ. She’d offhandedly suggested it would be nice if he shaved as she herself shaved. She had almost been teasing, not truly serious, but Yren had done it.

It was how her brother acted towards her and Bena. With Elva too – and even Issa, though that ship had sailed. He would do anything they asked of him, no matter how silly, no matter how insignificant. If he could give them anything, he would. She knew if she asked him to move the Mystral Mountains an inch to the south, he’d spend the rest of his life trying to accomplish it.

Her smile faded to a smirk. Even here, at the juncture of his legs, Yren was huge. His organ was hard, towering up at a distinct angle over his stomach. She knew from experience her hands wouldn’t completely wrap around it. Nor would they be able to cover it completely. He was long and thick, which had worried her the first time he entered her – but he’d been so gentle, so loving, there had been no pain, only mild discomfort.

Her smile widened again. It still caused some mild discomfort – not that she was complaining. She knew she could not take all of his mighty staff within her center. There would still be a few inches revealed when the mighty knob atop his hard shaft abutted the soft tissue blocking her womb deep inside. But she didn’t mind – and the stretching feeling his mighty girth gave her could almost throw her off the cliffs of bliss all by itself.

She grasped his shaft lightly, careful not to grip it too hard lest he wake. She could feel his heartbeat surging within it, a small micro-jump within her hand. She slowly began her body’s incremental slide down Yren’s torso, being careful to let his hand slide gently off her hip.

When she reached her destination, she took a moment to look at it, her face no more than a foot from the tip of the mighty length. Her brother’s staff was glorious, made even more so since she knew it was partially hers. She took a deep breath, reveling in the hot, musky scent which was Yren’s sweat.

She adored taking Yren’s humongous shaft in her mouth. She didn’t normally care for the smell of him after he’d worn his armor all day, though. On its own, his scent was overpoweringly male and just getting the barest whiff of it was enough to engorge her center and start it weeping in joy. Combined with the rank odor of his armor after a full day in the hot summer sun, however, the smell turned ever so slightly rancid. Truthfully, it was a subtle thing, but she preferred him fresh, smelling only of his natural scents.

Thankfully, his current scent was pure Yren. He’d bathed the night before and had a rare night off from sentry duty. With only four true knights plus Yren rotating the four two-hour sentry duties each night, it meant he was only completely off duty one night in five.

She took advantage of his night off, closed her eyes and breathed deeply. His odor was almost enough for her flower to quiver in ecstasy. With a smile of pure joy, she bent down and, with her mouth as wide as she could get it, she took Yren’s hard knob into her mouth.

She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the taste of him. His staff, which had looked so hard and menacing a moment before, felt so soft and delicious on her tongue. There was the slight taste of salt dancing on her taste buds. There was a slight hint of an acidic tang to the hard meat. Overpowering it all, however, was the sweet, delicate taste which could only be Yren. That was her favorite flavor.

Several years ago, a troupe of entertainers had spent a few days in Hasp on their way to Cava. One of the entertainers showed off her ability to take long objects down her throat. She’d even slid a long, sharp sword down her gullet. Teran had been certain it was just a trick, but she’d gotten up on the second night and walked all around the woman as the shaft of the sword slowly slid down. If there was a trick, it was a good one. She could not see how it was done. She’d decided that it had to be real.

Her focus since had been on doing the same to her brother’s long, thick shaft. Of course, his staff was quite a bit thicker than the thin sword the woman had used, but she desperately wanted to feel it all the way down her throat as far as it would go, her lips suckling at the base and her tongue brushing against his sack as all of him rested within her mouth. She didn’t want him to finish there – she almost needed to have the wild, musky, delicious taste of her brother’s spend on her tongue – but she wanted to suckle him until, with a gentle groan, he offered his seed to her waiting, needy mouth.

She’d not managed it yet. The most she’d been able to take so far had been to lodge the massive knob of the staff into her throat. She just couldn’t stop gagging if it went any further. She was optimistic, however, and willing to spend as much time at her task as was necessary to fulfill it. The rest of her life, if that was what it took, though she hoped it wouldn’t – because she’d like to be accomplishing it over and over again for the rest of her life.

She moved her mouth down, taking more of him, reveling in the sweet, slightly gamy taste of his prodigious organ. When that large knob hit the back of her throat, she pushed down lightly, testing the resolve of her throat. When she felt herself begin to gag, she drew back up, allowing her tongue to swirl back and forth over the meat slowly leaving her mouth.

When even most of the bulb of her brother’s organ was outside her mouth and just the tip was still within the moist cavern, she reversed and slowly allowed her brother’s staff to re-enter her suckling maw. As it entered, she twisted her head just slightly, enough for her tongue to lick at new parts of the wonderful shaft. The taste of him made her tremble. The feel of him had her entire body slowly rising to that luxuriant peak all humans strive for. She recognized it for what it was and just let herself go.

If she continued, she knew she would orgasm without anyone even touching her core. It had happened before – frequently – and she could feel herself once again rising on that wonderful slope. If anything, it just made her more determined to provide her brother equal pleasure.

Slowly, she sped up. As her mouth lifted itself, allowing Yren’s snake to leave her mouth, she happened to glance over and into Bena’s wide eyes. She felt particularly naughty, knowing her sister was watching her suckle Yren’s staff while too young to do it herself. The sight of Bena pushed her up the slope even further. Bena’ eyes were glazed, and she was wriggling. Teran knew that feeling well. She would get that way herself occasionally, when Yren was near but she could not be with him like this.

With a bawdy wink at Bena, she closed her eyes and let her senses focus on the mighty staff upon which she was nursing. Up and down she went, her speed slowly increasing and with each new increase her flower would open it’s petals further, and more nectar would leak out. Perversely, she refused to allow her hands to pet her flower, wanting to at least delay gratification until she’d taken care of the monstrous mound of meat within her mouth.

She wanted to see if she could truly climax without touching herself. She wanted to see if she could reach completion while only sucking at her brother’s staff.

It went on like that for a while but Teran no longer noted the time. Her entire universe was confined to that mighty length of soft yet hard meat she was drilling into and out of her mouth and to the feeling of raw, unmeasured pleasure pounding through her center.

Finally, she could hold back no further and she screamed her release, her brother’s staff still buried deep in her mouth. She screamed again and again, never noticing her brother’s snake slowly moving further and further down her expanding throat. She didn’t notice it until it pushed on the source of her screams and silenced them. Only then did her eyes grow wide as she saw only a very few inches outside her mouth.

With a silent groan, she pushed herself forward, praying she could capture the missing few inches and complete the task she’d set for herself. She eagerly drove herself down, her body flooding with joy and her center near exploding in orgasm. She could feel liquid shooting out of her center, flooding down her legs as she pushed forward even more.

It was not to be. The sound of her brother’s groan penetrated the diminished world of her senses and she hastily pulled back. She needed his seed on her tongue. She needed to taste him. She needed to feel him shooting in her mouth, each spray pounding against her palate. She needed to savor the salty-sweet goodness which was Yren’s essence, and she needed to feel it slowly sliding down her throat as she swallowed it.

She was just able to pull back before Yren began erupting in her mouth. As he blasted his flavorful offering, her throat felt sore but strangely empty, as if it, too, was reluctant to release Yren’s spectacular sword.

The taste of his essence drove her back to the summits of pleasure, her center opening wide and spewing its own offering down her legs. Teran drenched herself, her brother and their blankets with her spend. Her scream became only a loud gurgle before it could even pass her lips, her brother’s hot offering rolling on her tongue.

Her tongue didn’t sit there passively. It was constantly in motion, desperate to get more of her succulent treat. It tried to lick all of the tasty juice from her palate with the head of the huge organ still sitting within her mouth.

Finally, her ecstasy ended and Teran whimpered at its passing. She let her tongue swirl idly around the bulb in her mouth, ensuring she’d missed none of Yren’s seed. Then, she let the head pop from her mouth as she suctioned all liquid from it and her lips pressed on the soft flesh to ensure no liquid escaped.

It was a healthy offering filling her mouth. She knew some of it had been lost down her throat. She’d never been able to hold all of Yren’s essence in her mouth, always having to swallow some of it to make room. For a moment, she let the thick liquid roll around her mouth, ensuring she had a taste of every drop of it. Then, eyes closed and with a soft smile on her lips, she savored her brother’s spend as it slid slowly down her throat.

“My turn,” she whispered, her eyes growing fierce. She crawled back up his torso, a lioness hunting game. Her grin turned feral as her face approached his and she almost snarled as her lips claimed his own. His tongue delved deep into her mouth with no regard for where it had just been or what had just been within it. Yren was always that way, though. He’d always said if she could take his staff to completion within her mouth, he should have the decency to kiss her with his seed on her breath. Whispered conversations with Caprice and Mulet had told her that her brother was unique in that regard – but she knew that already. Her brother was unique in just about every regard.

She did not stop at his lips. Her lips travelled further upward, kissing his nose and then his forehead, even as she dragged her torso over his. Her lower lips and legs spread her juices all along his naked body. She was marking him as her own and she loved the feeling of it. Yes, she’d have to share – with Bena, likely with others – but right here and right now he was gloriously hers.

Her fingers curled in his short hair, but she found only limited purchase there. Cupping her hands around his head provided better leverage and she pulled herself up, her knees rising and falling ever further up his sides. Finally, she straddled him, his head beneath her center.

She looked down at him. His clear blue eyes looked up at her with such a look of love and adoration that it caused her to tremble inside. She smiled down even as she lowered herself – and then heaved a tremendous gasp as she felt his lips make contact with her own lower ones and his tongue spear into her delicate cavern.

She was needy this time. So needy. She could not sit still as her betrothed suckled her. She could not remain unmoving as his tongue licked the walls of her drenched tunnel. Instead, she gripped his head as best as she could and began moving atop him.

She’d done this before with her center sealed to his hungry lips ... and he always seemed to be so awfully hungry. She started as she always did, with a gentle slide forward and back. It did little for her at first, but as the frequency rose – as she picked up speed with a wild yet steady back and forth rhythm – that small lump at the top of her center would contact with his nose and send flares of bliss through her entire being.

She reveled in this act. She reveled that her betrothed loved her enough to give her this and she reveled in the fact that she was completely in charge of a man who could summon fire and slay dragons. Her heart pounded in her chest as her grinding on Yren’s face grew more wild and less tame. It had gone beyond an act and into a profound need.

She needed this. She needed him. She knew without truly knowing how that this would be the only man she’d allow to drink from her center. This would be the only man she’d allow inside of her. This would be the only man to give her children and the only man she’d ever let fully into her heart. There would be other women in her future, shared, obviously, with Yren, but his would be the only rod she’d willingly accept within her. As this realization surged through her and her body raced towards that cliff she’d leapt over such a short time before, her hands lost their grip as her back arched in glorious release.

She arched with her head thrown back and her hands drawn up to the hard, pointy flesh surmounting her small breasts. She shrieked in delicate, wondrous agony as her center poured itself on the face of the man she loved. Her hands pinched and pulled at the tips of her breasts, the sparkles of pain somehow adding to the incredible pleasure she felt.

Then, she felt it. Yren’s tongue was on the dark hole in her rear. It was the one part of her she’d never given him. She’d knew men could stick their staff there because her education in sex had been quite thorough, but she’d never even contemplated it with Yren because his staff was so large. She truly worried if she allowed him there, his organ would rip her in half. As his tongue continued teasing her there, however, she knew she would one day give this to him as well. She’d have to get instruction – perhaps from her mother, perhaps from Caprice or Mulet – but she would find a way to give Yren every part of her body.

The thought of it drove her elation even higher and she shook with the power of it. Her mouth opened to scream her pleasure into the morning, but no sound would come out – or, if there was sound, it was so high that no one could hear it. She trembled and shook, her round rear grinding forward and back quickly and reflexively – she no longer controlled it. She no longer controlled anything.

She had no idea how long her pleasure lasted. It seemed to go on for hours but even that was not enough. She wanted more. She craved more.

She pulled back and looked down at her brother. He was blinking, her spend wet upon his face. She watched as his tongue drew out, around his lips, taking in every drop of her essence it could find and pulling it back within his mouth. His face smiled languorously at the taste of her. Then, his eyes opened, and he looked at her. Their eyes connected and there was nothing there, nothing except love.

It only made her more eager. It only made her tired body move even faster. She leaned forward as she rose to her knees and shimmied her rear end back, her left hand coming to rest on her brother’s massive chest and the other reaching under her – reaching behind her. As her body drew down, her hand gripped his massive staff and aimed it. Never losing sight of his eyes – never losing sight of the love he held for her – she notched his staff and sunk back on it.

“Oh, chaos!” She whispered as his staff dug deep within her. She shuddered and reached a new plateau suddenly, even as the huge, bulbous head of his snake found the soft wall at the entrance to her womb. She knew she could not take him any deeper. She’d given him everything her center could offer.

She was a full head shorter than Yren, so when she bent down with his glorious staff firmly embedded as far as it would go, she could only kiss at his chest. For a moment, she laid atop him, her breasts against his lower chest and upper stomach, her belly flat against his own. She knew without looking there was still inches of his staff – her staff, for it was at least partially hers – left unclaimed, but she could not help it.

Then, she started to move. As she rose, the head of his staff the only thing left embedded within her – and then, only barely – she reached forward and began licking herself from his face. Her juices were mildly tart but stunningly sweet and she enjoyed drinking herself from his mouth and chin and jaw.

The draw of his mighty limb called to her incessantly, so she pushed back, embedding the staff as much as possible once again. Then, she rose up and licked more of her sweet juices from his face. Then, the journey back down and kissing his chest once again.

Time did not exist. Only the feel of him within her, the pleasure of his skin against hers and the ambrosia she drank from his face existed. Everything else faded back into the chaos from which it was ultimately born. Their coupling could have lasted seconds or minutes or days or weeks. She didn’t care. This was where she belonged, with the man to whom she belonged.

And the greatest thing was that the man belonged to her as much as she belonged to him.

There is only so much pleasure a body can take. There are only so many summits and plateaus it can reach and remain tethered to the material plane. She thought she’d reached that place. She thought surely she had reached the point where her body had consumed as much pleasure as it was possible to take.

Then, with a bellowing grunt, Yren’s staff began spitting his seed and she found there was at least one higher summit she had not hit.

She opened her eyes and looked up at her betrothed, every bit of her suffused with love for the man she would marry. Having him above her disoriented her for a moment – hadn’t she been riding him? It was only a moment, though. Sometime in that unconscious moment when she’d reached the summit beyond what her body could take, he’d fallen out of her and rolled her onto her back. She missed having him within her. She missed feeling his offering to her surging through her center. She missed the feeling of him sliding in and out of her.

His face was smiling down at her contentedly. His eyes were filled with wonder at her, and she felt his hand on her cheek, gently caressing her. She nuzzled her cheek to his hand.

“Joyous tidings, Yren,” Teran whispered to her betrothed.

Yren smiled. “Good morning, beloved. You’ve found a very interesting way to awaken me. Feel free to wake me up every day if you’re going to do that.”

At the word ‘beloved’ she felt her heart swell into enormity. He loved her. His every action told her as much but she still adored hearing it.

“Don’t push too hard, beloved,” Teran replied with a smirk, partially deflecting the feeling that was too big for her heart. There was a definite note of teasing in her voice. At the moment, she could think of nothing better than waking Yren every day using the exact same method. “Today was a special occasion.”

“Is there reason for celebration?” Yren asked, his face slowly settling into a frown. He searched his memory, but he wasn’t even sure what day it was, much less what celebration he could be missing. Normally Elva reminded him a day or two before if there was a date he should remember but she’d said nothing when he saw her yesterday. He made a mental note to find a better way of remembering special dates than having his mother remind him.

“It’s the sixteenth anniversary of your birth,” Teran explained, lifting her head to look at her betrothed in exasperation. “Did you not know?”

Yren opened his eyes and looked at Teran in confusion. “Is it Xat 10 already? I thought we were still in Mephae.”

Bena giggled from Yren’s left side. She had a satisfied glow to her that Teran easily recognized. “He can be clueless, can’t he?”

“I don’t really pay attention to months and days,” Yren said defensively. He shrugged. “When you’re at the forge, the seasons matter but the months and days don’t.”

“How do you remember our anniversaries then?” Bena asked curiously.

“Elva,” Yren mumbled in embarrassment. “Mom.”

Teran laughed. “I should have known. Dad was much the same. Mom reminded him of anniversaries as well. Even his own.”

“He remembered when projects were due, though,” Bena replied in protest.

“Count of days,” Yren explained. “The agreement may list the date the item is to be delivered, but we don’t write down the date. We just write on the project board how many days remain until we have to deliver it. Honestly, mom has always handled that part. Then every morning we strike one from the days left. It’s simpler that way.”

“That isn’t going to work for today,” Bena interjected. “Did you know Ataya’s birth anniversary is also Xat 10?”

Yren frowned. “No. I didn’t. I’m not sure I’ve ever asked her date of birth.”

Teran’s eyebrows were raised. “I’ve not asked either.”

She turned to Yren. “You’re going to have to give her a gift. Do you have anything pretty set aside?”

“He has that blue rose in the sell box,” Bena piped up. “It’s such a beautiful piece, even if the rose is blue. What can he give to Audette?”

“Audette?” Yren asked in confusion.

“It’s a strange coincidence, but her anniversary is today as well,” Bena explained. “The two were talking about it yesterday. The three of you were born on the same day. Ataya and Audette were born in the same year. You’re two years older than either of them.”

“Why do I need to get Audette a gift?” Yren asked, his eyes moving from Bena to Teran. “For that matter, why do I need to get Ataya a gift.”

“You’re Ataya’s champion,” Teran declared, as if that explained everything.

“By her choice, not mine,” Yren protested. “As you might be aware, I’ve been against taking that title.”

In truth, Yren no longer pushed against the title. He found a friendship developing between him and the princess. As such, he would protect her regardless of a stupid title. Now, pushing against the title was more about the sheer number of titles he was accumulating and less about the duties that went with it.

“She’s a princess, Yren,” Bena said, rolling her eyes. “As we’ve told you countless times, her choice is all that matters. Besides, it’s the day of her majority. She becomes a woman today.”

“Maybe,” Teran interrupted insouciantly. She threw a naughty glance in Yren’s direction. “If she borrows her champion.”

Bena frowned. “Teran,” she said warningly. For some reason Yren couldn’t understand, Bena turned to him. She studies him carefully for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she seemed to measure him. “Don’t confuse things. It’s not time.”

Yren just shook his head. He had no idea what the two were talking about. It involved him somehow, but he knew better than to ask. In times like these, he found it was better to remain quiet rather than confirm his ignorance.

Bena turned back to Teran. “I think the blue rose will be a masterful gift. It’s a beautiful piece and she’ll love that it’s a rose. Besides, the blue will remind her of Yren. What do we have for Audette, though?”

“I can possibly see the need to get Ataya a gift, but why do I have to get one for Audette?” Yren asked. He really wasn’t against getting Audette a gift. She was a comrade-in-arms and had proven herself a capable warrior in the battle with the dragons. He just wanted to better understand why Teran and Bena thought he needed to get her a gift.

“Because Ataya would expect you to,” Teran replied, rolling her eyes and shaking her head sadly at Bena. “What about that short sword in the keep box? The blue one with the intricate carvings on it? There’s no scabbard but the sword itself would make a great gift.”

“Stinger?” Yren jumped in. “I made that for you, Teran. For your next birthday.”

His head whipped between the two women, his face studiously bewildered. “How do you two even know what’s in the sell box and keep box?”

“Because we keep track of it, dear one,” Teran said with a soft sigh, shaking her head in shared commiseration with Bena. “We thought you knew that. It was mom’s job for dad, so it’s our job for you.”

“Anyway, I don’t prefer the sword,” Teran continued with a shrug. “I prefer the bow.”

“You can’t use a bow in close quarters,” Yren pointed out.

“Yes, beloved, I’m well aware of that,” Teran said with another eye roll. Her quick smile at him took the sting out of her gesture, though. “I will strive not to require close quarter battles – and for the few times I might be in a position for close quarter fighting, my current sword will be more than adequate.”

She smiled at her betrothed. “Besides, my birthday isn’t until Galalae 9, about seven months away. That is more than enough time to smith me a new sword.”

She turned to Bena, seeming to completely ignore Yren’s surprised indignation. “The short sword will be perfect for Audette. Do you have something we can wrap it in? Maybe an oil cloth or some soft leather? I’m sure he could present it to her in the dirty muslin fragment it’s currently in, but we might want to get something a bit fancier.”