Tragedy Of Rain
/ Tragedy of Rain 26 Chapter 26:Ecstasy
Opening her eyes on the twenty fifth day since her injury she knew only three things. She was alive, she was naked, and she was in the same room the lord Erebus had occupied before. She laid on the large mattress, layers of bedding covered her, keeping her warm. A fireplace was lit on the opposite side of the room.
She ignored the thought that the old lord had used this very bed for his harem. She was too tired to care too much about that. But still she couldn't get that out of her head.
Rain noticed a pan of water at the side of the bed on a nightstand, and a container filled with bandages, several were dark red. Her head felt heavy, her vision a little blurry. It occurred to her that she felt drugged or intoxicated. She lifted the bed sheets to see she was covered in thick bandages, she peeled them back enough to find a scar.
She was afraid to get up, her muscles felt cramped and weak. It took a little effort to summon the will alone, and a little more to find the strength to rise. She was surprised not to find a lot of pain, there was some but it was marginal. She planted her feet on the cold stone to find a pair of slippers and a robe next to the bed, fitted to her size?
A spark of green captured her attention on a nightstand, her mother's ring. She had lent it to Zane before the assassination. She held it in her hands carefully, feeling the edges of the old stone. Memories flooded back of her time in the alienage, some she treasured others she suppressed deep down. She put the chain holding it around her neck, it felt normal wearing it again.
She put on the slippers, and the robe. She was surprised it wasn't itchy. She wondered where everyone was. A mirror was perched against the wall, and she walked toward it. When she faced it she opened the robe to get a good look at herself. She felt the scar on her abdomen, bringing back the painful memory of the blade sinking into her.
The door to the room shifted, light broke inside. She quickly closed the robe and tightened it. She instinctively looked for a weapon. There were no knives or daggers nearby. She felt the pool of magic within her stir, she had that as an option. She would just have to remind herself not to overdue it.
"What a surprise," the voice was old and scraping, "I see you finally decided to get out of my bed."
Rain turned around, and found Lord Erebus standing at the door, "Your still alive..." she spoke curiously and alarmed.
"Yes! No thanks to you of course, tell me were you hoping to find my head stuffed and mounted to the wall. Severin and his prick eagerly waiting for you?" The old man kept to his side of the room, keeping one eye on her and another at a desk. He was more interested in finding something than paying her much attention.
"Why didn't you kill me?" She remembered how the last time she had failed to assassinate him, he had her prepared for torture.
"A lot of good that'll do won't it, heh?" He bent over his desk fiddling through papers. The man was spry despite his age.
"What are you going to do to me? What have you done to me?" She responded with dread. She had been asleep, or in a coma, in his bed!
"Does it look like I plan on doing anything to you? Relax if I wanted you dead I certainly wouldn't have wasted so much effort keeping you alive," he sounded irritated. He opened the desk, and shuffled through it.
"Why bother helping me? How long was I out?" Rain knew if he was still alive then Severin must certainly have failed. She wasn't sure to be scared or relieved. At least she didn't need to worry about him trying to have his way with her anytime soon.
"So many questions, by the gods and the illustrious everchosen and the saint herself," he seemed more annoyed at her, "a simple thanks will do. You come all this way to kill me, then you kill my guards and create a revolt, and after I spared you, and your chastity?" He seemed to want to clearly state that last part, "A simple thank you would do."
Rain kept her stance, she could burn this man alive. She could even use the fire in the fire pit to add to her strength if necessary.
Erebus seemed to sense what she was thinking, "If your so bent on killing me just get it over with, don't hesitate." He paused as if expecting her to actually do it, "What? Are you going to do it or not?" He was purposefully trying to provoke her.
"Why won't you answer one of my questions," as rain spoke she noticed her was chewing his lip.
"Why won't you answer one of my questions," he mockingly repeating her words, "I want my apology, you owe me! Remember that before you start demanding questions." He retrieved an item from the desk, she couldn't tell what it was. Something round that fit in the palm of his hand.
"Beauty is wasted on the youth. So ungrateful," Erebus seemed every bit as arrogant as she was told. He was short for a man, his graying hair ill kept and his jawline slightly crooked from a past injury. Despite this she could tell he had been handsome once, age had not been kind.
Rain wondered if she should thank the man. But she had learned long ago that there was no such thing as charity. If he had kept her alive, had her treated even, there was a cost. There was always a cost. Life was pain...she wasn't going to thank him for more of it.
"You should have let me die..." she meant it, but was surprised to hear the words come out of her mouth. It was difficult to hold back what she was thinking.
Erebus looked at her with a raised brow, "heh, maybe your right but why don't you tell that to Zane. You wouldn't be the first to break that mans heart, and you wouldn't be the last."
"Zane? He's alive?" She wondered about Fiala, Maxine, and Remon. She didn't care much about Severin.
"Well of coarse, he's my brother after all. Can't say I like his company." He stormed out leaving the room, and her, behind.
His absence suddenly made the room feel much larger than it was. It would take a while before the heat of the fire would warm the room again. Rain burned a little magic to heat herself, her heart raced as she felt warmth return to her muscles.
She sat on the bed unsure what to do. Was she being held captive? Was she a prisoner? So many questions passed through her mind, and there was no answer. It felt good to have magic again. The feeling of using it was pleasant, she could feel muscle re-knit itself as healing magic made her marking glow white. She was careful not to use too much, she didn't want to exhaust herself. But healing magic was always the most costly and difficult to use. After a couple of minutes she felt light headed and laid down on the bed sheets.
With labored breathe she sprawled outward, accidentally undoing the loose sash of her robe. It opened to expose dark grey skin to the air. The bedding seemed to absorb her, letting her body sink into them as she felt the need to drunkenly burn more magic. She felt her muscles loosen, and then tighten as a months worth of atrophy was removed. It felt so good to use magic, until she finally felt it wane. She didn't want to stop drawing it's power, she was forced too.
Like an alcoholic craving another drink, she wished desperately to savor one last second of magical entropy. The disappointment was eye opening. When her breathing steadied and her heart relaxed she sat back upward again. The robe clumsily opened wide exposing her nakedness to the room. She stood up, her legs felt renewed and ready to run. Her arm strength was back to normal.
But her magic was spent for now, she would have to wait a while before it was readily available again. A small scar was still visible just above her stomach, a faint line that was almost easy to miss. I guess some wounds don't heal completely, she realized.
Someone knocked at the door. Rain wrapped the robes around her again and watched as a pair of servants entered. One was the blonde woman she had seen with Erebus before, whose heart was supposed to belong to someone else. Her stomach was showing a small bulge. Another was a man, one she hadn't seen before.
"Mistress Rain, the lord commanded us to prepare you a bath, and refreshments should you desire, would you kindly follow us?" As the woman spoke Rain couldn't help but find it weird being called 'mistress'.
"I'm not even going to start with how strange this is," Rain could find nothing to trust as she studied the two guards in front of her. they both kept themselves at a distance.
"Lady Rain-" the woman started before she cut her off.
"How do you even know my name?"
"My lady we not only know your name but have been taking care of you while you recovered. Surely you remember?" The woman advanced slowly, cautiously, but not afraid. Rain noticed she seemed hurt by her question, "Don't you remember I would sing to you every night, I could tell it helped with the pain."
Rain remembered nothing about someone singing to her, "I have been waiting eager to finally meet you, I prayed to the goddess you would wake," her voice sounded noble and educated. Every syllable clear spoken and precise.
Rain thought about it for a moment, she was just as unsure about walking with them as she was talking to Erebus before. Nothing seemed right, everything was strange. The man walked up, brushing the other aside. He towered over her. Rain expected him to grab her or try to force her to walk with them. Instead he spoke to her with a strong dominating voice, "The great lord Erebus has been more than gracious with you, if you wish to eat anything I would advise you don't insult his gifts anymore than you already have..." he paused after finishing. He was studying her with dark brown eyes, his bald head reflected the fire light making him appear much more sinister than he actually was.
Rain judged she didn't have enough energy to use her magic to fight her way out of the room. Not yet anyway. She had to give him credit where credit was due, she was starving. The pit of her stomach growled at the mention of food. Maybe accepting her captors offer to clean up wasn't that bad?
She nodded without saying a word, and he moved aside and extended his arm in the direction of the door. As she walked past him the woman exhaled, relieved she had accepted the invitation.
"Just follow us, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised at the bath house. It's been fully refurbished and repaired. I think you'll find yourself feeling like a whole new woman when you're done." She wrapped an arm around her to kindly guide her out of the room.
She had to have some courage for that, Rain didn't like the shadow of the man over her as he trailed behind. The hallway was colder than she remembered, and devoid of anyone. There were no guards, or other servants in the entire hall. The bath house was down several pairs of stairs that eventually led to a basement. She knew she was close when she could smell the steam.
The Kings credited the old empire for its mastery of government or its armies, but the vast majority had remembered its bath houses the most. The old empire had made it a mission to establish multiple such baths in its cities, some for the ruling class, others for merchants or middle class. They were large pools of heated water only accessible for the elite or wealthy. She had only ever heard of them once in her life, seeing one made her wonder how they kept the water heated.
The steam was thick enough to make it hard to see through, it somehow smelled of citrus. Lilipads floated in the pool. A large pot of cool water had been stationed on each corner next to silver cups, and two large jugs of wine were seated side by side. The setting seemed elaborate and she couldn't help but taste something different in the air. There was a spicy fragrance that touched her mouth...lit up her nostrils.
She felt warm, her eyes had a hard time focusing, "what is this?" She muttered. Her voice echoed despite how shallow it sounded.
"Just relax mistress, he's been waiting for you. He's going to take good care of you." The woman spoke to her as she unfastened the sash and slowly spread open the robe.
The steam met her skin, her nipples became erect. Something was in the steam, in the water itself. As it met the pores of her skin she felt a warm feeling spread across her body. Her legs shook, her breathing labored. She could feel a craving like she hadn't had in a long time. Emotions she had suppressed deep down for years suddenly flooded her. She was graciously led forward, two pairs of arms lifted her up gently. As they put her in the water she felt lost in pleasure as she submerged.
The water seemed to flow through her. Her senses were flushed into overload as she felt a craving deep inside demanding to be sated. The water was just over waste deep, the smell of the spicy aroma made her dizzy.
"She's ready for you sir Tristan," the pair of servants said and immediately left the room.
The pool was shallow even for her, but wide. It made the steam easily conceal there was another in the bath. A man had his arms outstretched, his legs spread wide. She had never seen him before but one look at him was impossible to forget. His face had been burned, half his scalp was shaved away. His hands were also wrapped in bandages. He looked at her curiously.
"Do you remember me?" his voice was clear, his eyes a deep blue, "I remember you."
Rain didn't know him, never seen him, but she felt her heart throbbing in her chest. She noticed he was studying her breasts, her hips, and her legs. The excitement of a man looking at her made her quiver. He wasn't the only one who found the other attractive. She admired the layers of muscle, his pecks had their share of scars. His shoulders showed a strength and were as thick as her hands! She watched him get hard, his penis breaking from the surface. It was large and erect for her. He was huge! Her eyes couldn't stop looking at it.
She froze, the idea of touching him was the only thing on her mind. Each breath of steam making her want him more. She thought he was moving toward her, not realizing it was actually she that was advancing towards him. When she was in front of him, she sensed she should know him.
He looked up at her, his eyes the only thing that spoke to her memory which was quickly fading away. He rose up in front of her sending a small wave dripping down his muscled chest to his crotch. His body towering before her, but he was not menacing. He seemed anything but, "You're beautiful." He said some other things but she didn't care. The second he had moved his arms around her she did the same.
She planted her hands against his muscles, this is what a man feels like! She was a little afraid as his manhood rubbed against her, but that only made it more exciting. When they kissed she was lost to the aphrodisiac in the water, her mind going completely blank. He sat down carrying her with him. She sat against him, her legs submerged and spread wide.
As she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, she subconsciously positioned herself on top his staff. She shook in fevered excitement as she felt it rub against her. It felt hot against her lips. She didn't think it could actually fit inside. Fluids eagerly poured from her and down her legs. The smell of spice and sweat mixed with the eucalyptus to create an intense aroma of desire. It didn't fit at first. His long hot shaft poked at her until it's head was firmly pressing against her. She felt him struggling to squeeze into her fragile lips.
Am I really doing this? Her mind broke through the fog for fleeting moments only to have her dive back into the euphoria. She knew even with the water she was dripping in desire.
He wrapped his arms around her, his hands crossing to her shoulders in a heated embrace. Her legs were spread wide, and something deep down inside her ached for him to continue to enter her. When his manhood finally pierced her it struggled under her tight frame. It squeezed into her, and she felt every agonizing inch of him struggling to reach. She squirmed at first, a spike of pain erupting as he pulled her down on his shaft inch by inch.
He was filling her. He was tearing away her virginity and replacing it with something hot and pulsing. After several agonizing seconds of screaming and exhilaration she thought it could go no further. It was so deep inside, it seemed to bury itself to her womb. She felt it kiss that sacred entrance, sending shivers across her body. She clutched and tightened around him which made him seem happy.
He wasn't all the way inside! The steam broke through to reveal several more inches of him to go. Horror consumed her as she realized he wasn't going to stop there. As she tried to speak he planted his mouth to hers, and she tasted the spit of his tongue. He shoved himself the rest of the way in one thrusting motion.
She screamed and clawed at his back as he filled her womanhood. The pain of having such a large man, a fully grown human man, taking her elvish frame made her wonder if she would ever be the same down there again. She was ruined, her insides stretched to the breaking point as he impaled her to the balls. She felt his sack resting like cushions, they were heavy and burned her underside.
"I'm ruined, It's too big," she said aloud as she felt him. She was gripping so hard she could feel his vein. He let her recover for a moment. She felt him, by the gods she felt him inside her, she could feel his heartbeat inside her!
When he moved the pain returned. He shifted to slowly pull himself out, her insides were reluctant to let him go. Her nails clawed at his back again as she felt him push it back and forth, each thrust somehow delving deeper. Each motion made her grip his shaft harder which gave him more pleasure. "Please stop!" She cried out but on the inside she wanted more. With each thrust she felt him get larger, her insides molding to its shape.
After a few minutes the pain faded, he wasn't brutish; he took his time and slowed down when he felt he was going to hard. He sucked her pink nipples as if expecting something to come out. At times that was more painful than the thing he had impaled her with. At one time he thrusted too hard inside her, and she cried out loud enough to make him stop.
"Are you all right?" He whispered to her. His breathing was warm against her neck. Rain felt something within her, something rushing to the surface. Her orgasm made her clench even tighter as if she wanted to suck him in. her stomach cramped as she leaned back, her full body exposed to him. Rains moans echoed across the bath house as she felt every muscle clench, deep inside she could feel he was enjoying it. As the spasms of pleasure subsided he looked into her eyes. Deep blue oceans was all she could see in them.
"Don't stop...please," Rain asked him and he smiled. He started to move again, softly at first but slowly increasing his speed. Rain felt another orgasm, and then another; each of them coming like waves of ecstasy.
"I'm coming?" He said in a fevered voice as his motions became heavier and faster. She could feel him grow bigger, expanding her tender insides even further. She never knew a man could feel so good!
A surge of heat shot into her, she could feel it spread and it frightened her how far it seemed to go. She could feel the sudden burning of his release consuming her.
For a moment he held her gently, his shaft pulsed a few times as she gripped it tighter and tighter. It was as if her body wanted to drain him of every last drop.
"I want you to stay inside me..." she said, and he complied. Even spent the two remained as one, enjoying their post coital bliss. she drifted in and out of sleep, and she was glad each time she opened her eyes to know he was still inside her.
Eventually he pulled out, and a small trickle of white liquid dripped from her. She let him turn her around so he could massage her. She felt his rough hands rub lotion on her and message her body, fondling her breasts and exploring her. She wanted to do the same to him.
Cool water met her lips as he placed a goblet on them, "you really should drink something, your going to get dehydrated." She nodded and drank. The drink helped her clear her head. She wanted to leave, but that feeling was replaced almost instantly with a fevered and perverse desire.
She shifted positions to sit on top of him again. "What are you doing?" He wasn't angry, only surprised.
"I'm not finished!" She stroked him until he grew hard again, and eagerly inserted it inside her. She moaned while placing her hands on his chest, gripping his muscles. It went in easier the second time, but it still had to squeeze through her lips.
He smiled and grabbed her breasts. She liked having his hands on her. Eventually they wrapped their arms around each other again and he pulled her close. They squeezed against one another while she rode him, the pain from before was mostly gone and in its place existed pleasure. She felt him get bigger as he became more excited. When he came again she knew it was coming. She understood how a mans shaft changed just before release. She liked it, the burning sensation as his seed spread inside, it made her feel things she hadn't felt before. She wanted him more, and damn the consequences.
She didn't know when they had finished. Eventually she was carried out of the bath and wrapped in a linen towel. When she came too, her brain was still enjoying the after affects of the chemical exchanges that get released from sexual intercourse. She laid down next to her lover on a new bed and cuddled until she fell fast asleep beside him. Strangely there were no nightmares this time.
Chapter end
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