A Different Place
The trees swayed...a plush landscape, wet earth & blowing winds. She stood looking into it's depths, past pine, gnarled wood & flowing streams. Dressed in leather pants that laced up the sides, boots, a light chemise & corset....with a belt at her waist, bracers around her arms...the bow from her back clutched in her hands, her darkened cowl hood framing her calm yet alert expression. To her back was desert. The brilliant sun beating on a bare wasteland. The wind blowing sand dunes this way and that. The scenery a dramatic & instant change.
She could see her breath as she exhaled, setting her bow & quiver on a slippery rock. She had found shelter under a canopy of trees...away from the others whom she felt no connection with. The witches. Although powerful & useful...she found their vain, head stuck up their asses attitude, tiring. It had been months since they returned to the forest. Months since she had felt moisture on her skin. The immediate climate change would kill a normal person, but she was of a special breed. A sorceress. One not unaffected by climate, but extremely adaptable to it. The sorceri & witches had been tense allies for some many hundreds of years. The witches seeming to have more domestic, petty problems amongst themselves whereas the sorceri remained more independent & usually ventured alone.
The trees whispered in the wind & she smiled into the dark. She felt a presence close by. A familiar one. A man whom she'd once shown love of the carnal kind. The intense passion between the berserker & her raged stronger again and again with their every encounter. Their connection beyond lust, but never forced to identify what more.
Sitting with her back to the growing fire, she reached behind her & slowly unlaced her corset. She removed every inch of clothing, except her black cowl hood, which draped over the top of her breasts covering her taught nipples. She walked down to the stream to wash, but as she reached it she saw him. Sitting on a rock by the waters edge, his eyes burning into hers. As she stopped, he looked her up and down...golden flesh inflaming his need for her. It had been months since he'd seen or felt the perfection that he believed was she. Her hand brushed her hair as she removed the hood from around her face, tilting her head slightly upward, opening her mouth with confidence. He smiled. She was magnificent. Her short hair glowed in the night...framing her face, stopping just at her nape...revealing her strong, feminine frame from her collar bone all the way down to her toes. How could I have gone so long without her. Mine.
As he stood and walked over to her, her heart started to beat out of her chest. She knew he could hear it...his animalistic senses keen. She tried to slow it down, wanting to not seem so affected by his solid muscles that were growing larger with every step. Another typical berserker trait. Passion, anger, anything involving great amounts of emotion caused them to transform into berserker rage. Every man had to fight it to mate with his lover, so that he would not harm her.
Within seconds he stood directly before her. She inhaled deep and held her breath as he pulled her cowl over head to reveal her soft, perky breasts. He groaned. Everything about this female made him lose his mind. He gently slid his hands over both her hips, the sensation causing her to burn for him. He saw her green eyes transform to gold, glowing as they did whenever she was beyond control. "Aden", she said breathlessly & their lips met.
She could see her breath as she exhaled, setting her bow & quiver on a slippery rock. She had found shelter under a canopy of trees...away from the others whom she felt no connection with. The witches. Although powerful & useful...she found their vain, head stuck up their asses attitude, tiring. It had been months since they returned to the forest. Months since she had felt moisture on her skin. The immediate climate change would kill a normal person, but she was of a special breed. A sorceress. One not unaffected by climate, but extremely adaptable to it. The sorceri & witches had been tense allies for some many hundreds of years. The witches seeming to have more domestic, petty problems amongst themselves whereas the sorceri remained more independent & usually ventured alone.
The trees whispered in the wind & she smiled into the dark. She felt a presence close by. A familiar one. A man whom she'd once shown love of the carnal kind. The intense passion between the berserker & her raged stronger again and again with their every encounter. Their connection beyond lust, but never forced to identify what more.
Sitting with her back to the growing fire, she reached behind her & slowly unlaced her corset. She removed every inch of clothing, except her black cowl hood, which draped over the top of her breasts covering her taught nipples. She walked down to the stream to wash, but as she reached it she saw him. Sitting on a rock by the waters edge, his eyes burning into hers. As she stopped, he looked her up and down...golden flesh inflaming his need for her. It had been months since he'd seen or felt the perfection that he believed was she. Her hand brushed her hair as she removed the hood from around her face, tilting her head slightly upward, opening her mouth with confidence. He smiled. She was magnificent. Her short hair glowed in the night...framing her face, stopping just at her nape...revealing her strong, feminine frame from her collar bone all the way down to her toes. How could I have gone so long without her. Mine.
As he stood and walked over to her, her heart started to beat out of her chest. She knew he could hear it...his animalistic senses keen. She tried to slow it down, wanting to not seem so affected by his solid muscles that were growing larger with every step. Another typical berserker trait. Passion, anger, anything involving great amounts of emotion caused them to transform into berserker rage. Every man had to fight it to mate with his lover, so that he would not harm her.
Within seconds he stood directly before her. She inhaled deep and held her breath as he pulled her cowl over head to reveal her soft, perky breasts. He groaned. Everything about this female made him lose his mind. He gently slid his hands over both her hips, the sensation causing her to burn for him. He saw her green eyes transform to gold, glowing as they did whenever she was beyond control. "Aden", she said breathlessly & their lips met.