I fled into the darkness, down winding streets and alleys. I had finally escaped my prison only to find myself in a world gone mad. Nothing seemed familiar. Strong smells, but not of smoke or animals. Strange buildings towered into the sky, clad in shiny scales. I struggled just to understand the words of those around me -- English, but enough different to give me pause. Strange monsters raced down the streets, spewing noise and foul smells. I narrowly avoided being run over by one of the nasty beasts!
I stumbled against an alley wall for a moment to catch my breath. Well hidden from the brightly lit street by a large metal box, I slid my aching body down the rough brick wall into a crouch. I shivered with more than the evening's chill. Poison burned through my veins. I felt lightheaded, disoriented again. I had been confined so long, left to naught but my thoughts that I now had trouble holding on to reality. Or what I thought must be real. I closed my eyes for a few moments rest.
Blue eyes stared out at me from the shadows. "Come with me. I will lead you home," the great wolf whispered to me. It turned down another street. Looking over its shoulder, it waited for me to follow. I shoved myself away from the wall and stumbled after it. I lost track of the twists and turns before he stood in front of a wooden door leading into a familiar looking cottage. Its blue eyes met mine before it disappeared through the door. I stepped through the door into blinding light. I heard familiar voices, though I could put no name to them.
"You're safe now." Two voices, strong gentle male voices, wrapped me in their soothing warmth, easing the frozen weight of my heart. Strong hands gathered me into strong arms and against a solid male chest. Another surrounded me from the back. I heaved a sigh as the weight of my fear lifted. Peace entered in its wake.
The hands moved, stroking me, stroking away the pain and poison. I looked into brown eyes full of love. His lips met mine in a tender kiss. His hands cupped my chin so gently. A warm tingle spread through me. I parted my lips and let him taste me. His tongue darted in, teasing against mine. A soft moan rose from deep inside me, passion replacing pain. He released me and other hands took their place. Blue eyes, the wolf's eyes, bore deep into mine. His lips devoured mine, his tongue demanding entrance. I opened and met him in a dance as old as time.
I moaned again. Hot desire flooded me and strengthened my weary body. He pulled my breasts tight against his hard chest. My nipples peaked, ready for his touch. My puss awakened to the feel of his hard staff pressed tight to me. The other pressed against my back with his hard staff nestled against my arse, hands slipping between us to cup my breasts and stroke my nipples with his thumbs. Oh, sweet glory! My breath caught, lips covered my face and neck with kisses until I knew naught but pleasure.
I felt myself fall, only to be caught by a soft bed. Their hands and lips covered my naked body in kisses, licks and strokes until my skin tingled with delight, soaking up the power of the passion they offered me. I arched up, begging for them to find my breasts again. A warm tongue swiped a circle around one. I moaned and arched into him. He sucked one nipple in while firmly caressing the other.
Other hands found their way up my thighs to pet my drenched puss. I gasped as a finger stroked me then parted the hair. Fire followed wherever he touched. His tongue licked the length of my slit, then settled to tease my clit in circles. I moaned and pressed into them, seeking more, seeking release. Harder, faster they suckled me.
Fingers entered my slit -- first one, then another -- stroking hard and fast inside me. I writhed under their touch until I reached my peak, crying my ecstasy into the soft night. They released me only to roll me to my side. I felt their bodies pulsing with life and healing, pressed hard against me. I reached for my lover's ruddy staff, caressing its hard, velvety length. Deep moans rumbled from his chest.
The other parted my thighs, teasing the broad head of his staff across my slit. I moaned and pressed back, begging him to fill me. He grasped my hips and thrust hard, our moans of pleasure echoing together. I tugged at my other lover's staff, licking my lips in invitation.
He groaned and swiftly moved closer. I licked the length, then sucked him in. Both men thrust together in a rhythm of pure pleasure. Harder I sucked, thrusting against them. I needed their soul strength spilled inside me, healing my body, my tattered spirit. Together we spiraled up toward that peak. My puss clenched as my body rode the wave of passion they offered me.
I felt the staff in my mouth swell with readiness. I sucked him deeper, rolled his tight sack in my hand. He stiffened, then growled out his pleasure, sealing his life to mine. His seed spilled down my throat in hot streams.
Moments later the other cried out, pumping hot seed inside me, completing the bond and my healing. His wild thrusts sent me spiraling after them as another climax washed over me. Renewed, I opened my eyes...
...to a dark alley full of strange noises and smells that gagged me. I sagged against the wall, running my pale shaking hands through my tangled hair. Vision or insanity? I knew not which. So vivid had it been, I felt wet between my thighs. If a vision, what did it mean? I felt within for guidance but found only pain. With a tired sigh I pushed away from the wall, only to realize that once more I was somewhere other than where I started. How I made my way here during my vision or hallucination, I had no idea. My stomach growled its protest again. Lack of food hurt me almost as much as the poison that would not clear.
Light, music and food smells spilled from the door across the street. There. I could find what I needed there -- first and foremost, food. I hated stealing, but with no coin, it's that or starve. I pulled the coat I'd "borrowed" tight and shifted the small pack higher on my shoulder. I watched carefully for the great metal beasts as I crossed the street. I'd seen people getting in and out of them, so they must be some kind of horseless wagon. Still, the noise, smell and blindingly bright eyes piercing the dark unnerved me.
I wound my tangled hair into a knot at my neck and slipped inside the beckoning door. A tavern, but unlike any I knew. No torches or lamps smoked the air, yet it was well lit. No great hearth stood ready to warm the room or even to cook on, yet I smelled warm food. Even the music sounded so strange to my ear. People swayed, jumped and jerked to the music in ways better suited to the bedchamber. Did they consider that dance? It served to remind me how alone I was, how lost in a place and time that made little sense. I spotted a long counter with people sitting at it and made my way over.
I ordered what I saw others eating, meat between bread and strange strips of something cooked in hot oil. I was used to beer with substance. This watery stuff served to wash the food down, but little more. The wall behind the counter held all sorts of glass bottles, apparently full of liquor. So many glass bottles! I caught a glimpse of my tired green eyes and painfully thin face in the mirror behind and turned away. At least I had found fresh water to rinse the filth from my face and hands earlier. Even my stolen clothes were relatively clean, though they were too large for my small frame. I'd found a shirt that slipped over my head much like a tunic and trews with metal buttons up the front. I'd had to find something to tie the waist tight to keep them on. I'd rolled the sleeves up on the stiff blue jacket. As the warmth inside filled me, I let it fall open.
A prickle along the back of my neck alerted me to someone's stare. I glanced casually around the room and spotted two men partly hidden in shadow near the corner. Poison and weakness sapped my gift for seeing the heart and soul of others, leaving me to watch carefully from the corner of my eye. I felt blind and deaf with no more senses than a mortal possessed. A glance between them, a touch, made them seem more than just casual friends. Lovers perhaps?
A shiver ran up my back. Or a pair of predators seeking prey such as a lone female. I had seen many women walking alone. So why had these two focused on me? Did they sense my weakness? Even as weak as I was, a pair of mortal males would be wise to avoid my wrath. However, I decided retreat would serve me best, no need to draw attention. I turned to finish my meal quickly.
A body leaned against the bar to my left and ordered a drink. I kept my inspection of him hidden behind lowered lashes; dark hair, olive skin and medium height with a sexy smirk. His friend from the corner half sat on the barstool to my right. Tall, blond and built, probably a Northman, and randy. Big randy barbarian in a tavern. How typical! Great, just what I needed.
Definitely predators on the hunt, and I their chosen prey. The way they flanked me should have set my nerves on edge but instead it sent heat to my loins, and the pleasure of my vision returned. For a heartbeat, something seemed familiar about them.
"Hi. You look like you could use a friend." The dark one leaned around to smile at me. His warm eyes devoured my face, glancing down to my breasts and back again. Oh, and how those pouty, kissable lips promised pleasures of a carnal kind. I felt the heat of interest run up my back from the blond. That female part of me woke up and took notice, adding to the pleasant tingle deep in my loins.
No! Not now. Too risky. I hadn't had time to really get the local dialect down. I grimaced, hoping my accent didn't make me stand out too badly. "No, really no' lookin' fer company." I focused on my food, ignoring the two predators on either side of me. Maybe they'd get the hint and leave.
"Hmm. Interesting accent, somewhere between Scottish and Irish with just a bit of old English. Lovely as the woman speaking." His honeyed voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket. For a moment, I had the urge to let him wrap me in more than just his voice.
"You must be a long way from home. Sure you wouldn't like some company? I promise we don't bite. Much." His lip twitched slightly, like he'd said something funny. His eyes held a hunger I knew only too well. A single finger caressed the back of my hand.
I glared at it until he moved it and then let my gaze rake down him, starting at his dark, almost black hair cut a few inches long all around. Rich brown eyes laughed under dark brows. His smiling, sexy lips drew one's eyes from his slight roman nose. When his tongue touched his lower lip, I almost forgot to look disinterested. Fire rose hot in my loins. His thin shirt showed off his lean, muscled frame. Lean and muscled all the way down, with enough bulge where it counts to make most women swoon.
I wasn't most women. I never swoon, even if my puss felt more than a bit damp at the moment. I gave him a dismissing snort and turned to his friend.
Wavy blond hair hung to his shoulders, framing the strong, masculine lines of his face. Deep blue eyes under arched brows, pink lips maybe just a bit thin, jaw just a bit too square, but sweet mother of all, all male and made to make a woman's loins slick with want. Which mine already were, traitorous body.
Just because I hadn't been with a man in the long years of my confinement didn't mean I should drool over the first man whose staff stood at attention for me! And judging from the large bulge in his tight blue trews, his more than did. I tore my eyes away long enough to notice the broad shoulders, strong chest, lean waist and hips with bulging thighs. A veritable Nordic god who smiled, showing strong white teeth before shyly looking away.
A shy Northman? That was a new one. I gave him the same dismissive snort. "I no interested in the kind of company ye be offerin'." So tempting! Nothing I would love more than to turn the tables on these two arrogant rakes, take what I wanted and leave them licking their wounds. Stuffing my own arrogance aside, I shoved my empty plate back. Right now I needed to leave here and find a hidden place to rest before my long-denied lust got me in trouble.
"I'm Ilario." The dark haired one offered me his hand as if I were a man.
Apparently my disdain hadn't worked. So how best to get rid of my would be suitors? Hmm, how about this? "I would think ye'd be chattin' up the lad at the end there. He's no taken his eyes off yer arse since ye left ye table." I arched a brow in challenge at this Ilario.
The blond looked slightly put out as he leaned around me to talk to Ilario. "I think she's got the wrong idea. Seems to think we're gay." His deep voice rumbled across my ears and echoed all the way to my now sopping, throbbing puss. Listening to that deep rumble could almost get me off by itself!
"Hmm, actually, Wulf, I think I might be. No, I'm sure I am gay." His face and tone remained open and lightly joking.
Wulf looked slightly stunned. "Really? I thought you enjoyed a little variety. Wouldn't that make you bi?"
"Partner, it makes you happy so it makes me happy." He shrugged. "Although if there ever was a woman to make me straight, our lovely lady here would be the one." His lips parted oh-so-sexily as he smiled into my eyes, his so full of passion. "Maybe I am bi." Passion deepened his voice to a purr. For a heartbeat, I thought he might lean in to kiss me. He suddenly pulled back as if barely able to control himself.
I think I understood what they meant by gay but what the hell did bi mean? My bewilderment must have shown on my face.
"I think we've confused her." Ilario smiled that bright rakish smile. "Why don't you join us at our table? We could explain it to you." A single finger reached out to stroke along my arm. Sparks flew from his touch.
"I'm no so thick. You want me to lay with the both of you, aye?" I looked from one to the other.
Ilario smiled with a twinkle in his eye as if he could read my mind, know how much they tempted me. Arrogant cads needed their sexy smiles smacked off their faces. How dare they approach me so blatantly! If only I didn't have so much poison running through my veins, I'd curse their manhoods to limpness. Though that would be a pity given how well endowed they looked. Maybe I'd do it after I had my way with them.