Dark Love

Pirotess looked at the back of Ashram’s head and shoulders as he slept. She had hoped he would be more forward when he saw her in just her shift, but she was not altogether disappointed. *He liked what he saw, I know he did. There was a bulge in his pants when he turned back.*

She reached out with her right hand and gently touched his black hair. It was even softer than she had imagined. She had to restrain herself from running her hands through it.

Ashram shifted a bit, and she quickly withdrew her hand. After another moment of watching, she smiled and closed her eyes. *Soon, my lord, you will be mine.*

Pirotess woke in the morning before Ashram. She remained motionless and just looked at him. When he woke, she rose along with him. She opened the drapes, and sunlight flooded into the room.

“Good riddance to the rain,” she said.

Ashram glanced at the window, then began dressing, not speaking and not looking at her. He removed his pants and underwear, then rapidly put on new ones he had taken from his saddlebags. He was not quick enough to deny Pirotess a look of him fully naked, if only from behind. She licked her lips as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Was it her imagination, or was he blushing a bit?

She removed fresh white clothes from her saddlebags and, completely unashamed, took off her shift. She smiled widely when she heard a sharp intake of breath on the other side of the bed. Unhurriedly, she put on her clothes, and only turned back to him when she was slipping a ribbon in her hair.

The Black Knight was staring at her, only half-dressed. Pirotess had not heard him move since removing her shift, and counted it as another minor victory.

“Is something wrong?” she asked innocently.

Ashram’s expression told her he knew what kind of game she was playing. “Nothing,” he said gruffly, then went back to his dressing. Pirotess just grinned at his back.

“I was thinking perhaps we should go shopping for new clothes today,” she said.

“Why? Our own clothes are still serviceable.”

“Yes, but they are hardly discreet. Even with a cloak, sooner or later someone will catch a glimpse of your armor, and might start wondering what a Marmo warrior is doing here.”

Ashram stared at her a few instants, as if trying to discern a hidden motive. Pirotess felt a twinge of worry. *Please, please say yes...*

“Very well,” he said, and her heart leapt with joy.

The day that followed was one of the most enjoyable in Pirotess’s life. After a quick meal in the main room, they went outside and began to wander, looking for shops. Pirotess found Raiden much more pleasant under the sun, or maybe it was just Ashram’s presence at her side. She walked with her cowl down, her ebony skin receiving nothing more than the occasional look, and that rarely hostile – quite a change from Valis or Alania, where dark elves were attacked on sight.

None of Raiden’s shadier inhabitants bothered them. Ashram’s size was enough to discourage bullies, and no cutpurse would come near an ever-alert, ever-suspicious dark elf. From time to time, she thought she spotted dark forms flitting in their vicinity, but paid them no mind. Let Rynnel and his cohorts follow them if they wanted.

They bought several new sets of clothes over the day, of good quality but unremarkable brown, grey or green color. By midmorning, they hired a servant to carry their purchases. Pirotess bought several new throwing knives whose edge and balance she liked. Ashram likewise found new weapons – a fine but plain sword and a heavy dagger. She also bought several trinkets that caught her eyes: a pair of bracelets, two necklaces, and an ornate golden headband with a small ruby set in.

Pirotess smiled a lot that day. More than once she caught Ashram giving her curious glances when he thought she wasn’t looking. Their servant was less subtle, gaping several times at the dark elf’s displays of happiness. She didn’t even mind, when normally she would put her daggers in the eyes of a human who stared at her so. It was a side of her that she showed only rarely, and never before had it been brought forth with such intensity. Everything was going well. It was a beautiful day, they weren’t sailing off to confront Wagnard, and Ashram looked at her more than he ever had before.

When they returned to the Golden Goblin in the late afternoon, Pirotess was ready for a good meal. They paid and dismissed their servant after he deposited their new possessions in their room, then went down to the main room for a meal. They ate the same food as yesterday, but Pirotess didn’t mind one bit. Ashram was silent during the meal, but he watched her often, his face unreadable. When they were finished, they retreated to their room.

“I think I’ll put my shift on right now, if you don’t mind,” Pirotess said after she’d locked the door.

“Go ahead,” Ashram said flatly. He lit the lamps with the candle he’d brought up, closed the drapes, then sat on the bed and watched her.

Pirotess undressed slowly, as she had last night, giving Ashram as much of a spectacle as possible. From the increased pace of his breath and the way he shifted on the bed, as if uncomfortable in his current position, she was definitely having an effect.

The dark elf smiled to herself. She had never thought she would enjoy showing herself off to a human so much, but she did. She felt herself growing wet between her thighs, her nipples hardened, and she was warm all over.

When she was naked, Pirotess began to stretch, then heard Ashram growl. He rose from the bed and walked quickly toward her. She turned to him as he stopped in front of her. The Black Knight grabbed her chin with his right hand and tilted her face up so she had no choice but to look up at him. His gaze traveled slowly up and down the lenght of her, then fixed on her eyes.

For a moment Pirotess was afraid she’d gone too far and made a horrible mistake. There was desire in his eyes, but his face was tight with anger.

“What do you want?” Ashram asked. “You’ve been at my side nearly every moment since we met. You’ve been more loyal to me than anyone else ever has. You’ve been teasing me practically every moment since we got into this room, and other times before that. What do you want from me?”

Pirotess’s mouth trembled. This was it – the moment she had hoped for in her dreams and dreaded in her nightmares. She slowly raised her left hand to his cheek. His skin was cool under her palm.

“I want two things. First, I want you to say my name,” she said in an unsteady voice. “You’ve never said it before, not once.”

Ashram had gotten his anger under control by now. His face had returned to its usual impassivity, but desire still shone in his eyes.

“Pirotess,” he said softly. “You are Pirotess.”

The dark elf closed her eyes. She had heard her name thousands of times before, but somehow, coming from his lips, it sounded different. Better.

Pirotess felt Ashram’s own left hand gently touch her right cheek as her own hand fell away. She moaned softly and leaned her head into the caress, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his strong, callused fingers on her delicate skin.

After a few moments, Pirotess opened her eyes. She raised both hands and cupped his face, then lowered it until their lips nearly touched. He went with the motion without resistance.

“The second thing I want,” she whispered, looking straight into Ashram’s pale grey eyes, “is you.” She lowered his head a bit more and kissed him.

For a few instants he was unresponsive, and fear rose in Pirotess. Then his lips parted, his arms went around her and he pressed her body against his.

*YES!!* she thought exultantly. Her tongue darted in Ashram’s mouth, teasing and then dueling with his. Part of his cloak had shifted away and her naked body was pressed against his chill black armor, but she relished the feeling.

Ashram began to raise his head to break the kiss, but Pirotess had waited too long to be denied. Her arms flew around his neck and she pulled him back down. The kiss went on and on. She stroked his black hair as she had dreamed of doing so many times. A moan rose at the back of her throat. After a long moment, she had to let go of him and catch her breath, her arms still around his neck.

“Not fair,” she said, gasping and shivering. “I’m naked and you’ve still got your armor on.”

Ashram chuckled. He gently put her arms away, took a step back and began to remove his armor. Pirotess joined him eagerly, but in her excitement her normally deft fingers all became thumbs. Soon she give up helping him, instead stealing kisses at parts of his body as they became exposed.

Finally Ashram stood naked before Pirotess. His erect cock was of a size with the rest of him, she noted gleefully as she unconsciously wet her lips.

Golden eyes met pale grey ones, and then they were in each other’s arms again, though Pirotess could not remember moving. They kissed again, a long, slow, passionate kiss. She could feel his cock pressing against her stomach, thinking with anticipation that soon, soon it would be in her.

She loved having her firm breasts pressed against his chest, sensing the coiled strenght in his muscled arms, the feel of his lips on hers, his tongue against hers.

After what seemed an eternity, he broke the kiss. Pirotess began to moan in disappointment, a sound that changed in tone when Ashram began to slowly run his tongue along one of her long, sensitive ears. He went all the way to the pointy end, then shifted to her other ear. Pirotess’s breath raced. She ran her hands all over his back, enjoying the play of strong muscles under her fingers.

When Ashram was finished with her ears, he tightened his grip around her and lifted her off the ground as if she weighed nothing. The dark elf buried her head in his throat, kissing and biting softly as he carried her to the bed. He put a knee on the bed, then laid her in the middle of it, her long white hair spread under her.

He straightened and looked her up and down, slowly, almost reverently, his chest rising and falling quickly. Pirotess opened her legs to give him a full view of the patch of trimmed white hair between her thighs and the swollen outer lips below it.

Ashram laid down to her right on the bed, propping himself up with his left elbow. His right hand went slowly to her forehead, then began to lazily drift down, the tip of his fingers caressing her delicate skin. He traced Pirotess’s lips with his index. Her tongue darted out give it a quick lick. Ashram chuckled, and his fingers continued their downward progression. He traced her jaw, her throat. His fingers followed the shape of her left breast, then lightly pinched her hard, dark nipple, making her gasp loudly as tendrils of pleasure coursed through her.

“Damn you, stop teasing me!” Pirotess said, breathing quickly, her hands clutching fistfuls of the sheets.

“Just returning the favor,” he said with a small smile.

His fingers continued their descent, tracing a circle around her belly button, then went lower.

When Ashram reached her pubic hair, he raised himself up a bit to see exactly what he was doing. His fingers began to play with the short hairs, skimming through and tugging lightly at them.

“Lower,” Pirotess panted.

Ashram continued for a few instants, then did as she bade. His fingers slowly traced her outer lips, eliciting a long moan from her, then a finger suddenly plunged inside her cunt. Pirotess’s eyes widened, and she inhaled sharply.

His finger began to move slowly back and forth. She closed her eyes and laid on her back, opening her legs further. The finger was joined by another. Pirotess began to murmur wordlessly as her hips ground forward. She was covered with sweat by then. Her inner walls contracted, trying to hold the wonderful fingers inside her.

Then one finger went up and found her clit. Her eyes flew open and she arched her back, raising herself on her elbows. His motions accelerated, one finger rubbing her clit. Soon she was convulsing as pleasure flooded her. She cried out in ecstasy, her long white hair flying wildly.

When it was over, she collapsed limply to the bed and looked at Ashram as he slowly withdrew his now-sticky fingers from her cunt.

“Thank you,” she said weakly, breathing quickly and shallowly. “That was...” Words failed her.

“Don’t thank me just yet. This isn’t over,” he said. He rose to his knees, then shifted on the bed and placed himself between her legs. He leaned forward over her body, placing his left elbow to the side of her head, then positioned his cock at her cunt’s entrance with his right hand. His black hair fell around his pale, wide shoulders, tickling Pirotess’s face. He looked inquisitively at her, silently asking her if she was ready for this. In answer, she raised her head and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Ashram smiled, then thrust forward with his hips. Pirotess gasped as she felt him enter her. His cock was larger than any she’d had inside her – but then, she’d never had sex with a man as large as him before. She drew her legs back, then raised them around his waist to better accomodate him. Her arms snaked up around his back.

His thrusts were slow at first, but quickly gained speed. She thrust back, and soon their hips moved back and forth in unison. She could feel his firm muscles shifting under her limbs. Ashram moaned. He lowered his mouth to hers, and they kissed with almost savage passion. Pirotess wanted the moment to last forever.

Sadly, it did not. Though she tried to hold it back as long as possible, a wave of pleasure overwhelmed her. Her limbs stiffened around his body and her fingers grasped at his back. He came at the same time as her, crying out when she did. Pirotess felt his seed fill her, which only increased her pleasure.

When he was finished, Ashram collapsed on top of her, then rolled off to her right. Pirotess weakly pushed away the damp strands of black hair than clung to her face, smiling contentedly at him. He returned the smile, and they continued to look into each other’s eyes as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

Pirotess felt a wonderful drowsiness settle over her. She knew she was going to fall asleep soon. She closed her eyes and said the words she had waited what seemed to be forever to say.

“Good night, my love.”

* * *

Ashram woke. He felt a bit weary, but didn’t mind at all. He turned his head and looked at Pirotess. She was facing him as she slept, still naked, her chest rising and falling slowly. Her long white hair was spread out under her, and one slender leg was drawn sensuously up over the other. A smile stretched over his lips as he contemplated the dark elf.

Pirotess... He still wasn’t certain what he felt for her, but whatever it was, she meant more to him than anyone else ever had. He wanted to lean over and kiss her forever, to see her smiling at him, to walk hand-in-hand with her someplace beautiful where they didn’t have to constantly be on their guard, and to kill anyone who threatened her. Was that love?

Troubled, Ashram rose as silently as he could from the bed. No matter what he felt for Pirotess, he still had to deal with Wagnard and all his foes. He went to a corner of the room, where Soul Crusher was propped up. He drew it from its black scabbard, feeling its familiar weight. The red light that sometimes surrounded the blade appeared. It was the sword of the Lord of Marmo, the sword of vengeance, the sword of evil. He thought he could feel the demon king’s spirit inside the sword reaching out to him, urging him to seek out and slay those who had betrayed or angered him... Wagnard... Parn... Groder...

“Ashram?” Pirotess asked softly behind him.

He turned and looked at her as she rose naked from the bed.

“Is everything all right?” she asked, looking first at Soul Crusher, then up at him worriedly.

“Yes. I’m... just considering what to do next.”

A wicked glint came into her golden eyes. “I have a few ideas about that,” she said, glancing meaningfully at the bed.

Ashram chuckled, but didn’t move for her, though he could feel his cock stirring at the sight she presented.

Undeterred, Pirotess came to him. She put her hands on his chest, and began to run them around in circles. Ashram inhaled sharply, his heartbeat suddenly quickening.

Her arms wandered up and went around his neck. She raised her head and tugged down at his. He resisted for an instant, trying to hold to his discipline, then bent over and kissed her, his left arm going around her. She leaned into the embrace, moaning in the back of her throat.

As when he had reached for Pirotess in the cavern, it was not even a conscious thought. One moment he was holding Soul Crusher, the next the sword was clanging on the floor and both his arms were around her as he kissed her as best as he could.

The dark elf broke the kiss after a time, gasping for air. She took one of his hands and led him toward the bed. She motioned for him to sit on the edge, then climbed up on her knees after him and resumed their kiss.

“This is where you belong, Ashram,” she said shakily when they broke, gasping for air.

“With me.” She reached down with her right hand and positioned his cock at her cunt’s opening, then slowly lowered herself on it, her hands rising to grasp his shoulders.

“In me.”

Her hips moved up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster. He could feel her inner walls contracting deliciously around his cock. He thrust his hips up to meet hers, and soon they reached the same wonderful unison of movement they had achieved last night. Ashram watched Pirotess avidly as she ground herself on him. Her ebony skin was growing sweaty, her eyes were half-closed by passion, and her long hair flew wildly as she tossed her head this way and that.

For the second time, they reached ecstasy together, their cries of pleasure mingling as their bodies clutched at each other’s. Ashram could feel her nails digging into his shoulders, but it was the sweetest pain he’d ever endured.

Pirotess collapsed against him after her orgasm had passed, his cock still in her. Her head lay against his shoulder, her arms loosely encircled his neck, and she was breathing heavily. She was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Tenderly, Ashram cupped her chin and raised her head. His doubts were gone now. He brushed away the damp strands of white hair that clung to her delicate face, looked right into her golden eyes, and said the words he knew she longed to hear.

“I love you, Pirotess.”

THE END