8 comments/ 13250 views/ 22 favorites Erotic Mists By: Soft1017 DISCLAIMER All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reprinted or reproduced or utilized in any form or by any electronic, mechanical, or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system without permission in writing from the author. Please be advised that this tales includes detailed sexual situations, lack of condom usage, profanity and is not suited for readers under the age of 18. Intended for mature audiences only. ***** The billowing dark clouds blotted out the midday sun, shrouding the tiny monastery in grey shadow. A storm was coming. Fortunately Jan was used to the weather in this northern region and he would be ready for it. To be the only soul at the monastery, he did very well and he knew it. It wasn't that he was full of pride. He'd gotten used to managing things on his own. When the priests left on their pilgrimage to Helvahr's shrine he had been a lanky and weak boy; too weak to travel. They assured him that all had been taken care of for the cold winter ahead and he would be well provided for while they were gone. He'd been left with the eldest monk, Rolfan who was also too weak to travel and taught him many things before passing on two years later. It was not a usual thing for all hands at the monastery to pack up and leave, but the high priest insisted upon it. The reason for their departure being that he'd received a vision which demanded the attention of all who worshipped their hermit god. Something important was to be revealed at Helvahr's shrine temple and all who were able to travel were encouraged to embark on this pilgrimage. The journey was expected to last for only a few months but four years went by and no one ever returned. Not his brothers or any of the priests who ran the monastery. Surrounded by snow covered valleys and icy peaks, the temple had been a haven for all who sought respite or sanctuary. Jan could remember a time when every few days, a visitor or traveling pilgrim would stop to take shelter and tell their stories round the warm hearth. He took great pleasure in them, for he had no other means of entertainment. Now no one, not even lost travelers came upon his abode anymore. Only the books of the library kept him company. Once Rolfan was gone, he'd thought to venture out into the world beyond the mountains; maybe to find out what had happened to everyone, but the warnings always held him back. Only danger and temptation awaited him. According to the high priest, the seclusion of the monastery protected them from all manner of sin and he would do well to remain here. In a way he was lucky to have such a beautiful home. The monastery was blessed by the gods in its ability to provide crops even in this frigid climate. It was surrounded by fruit trees which yielded apples and pears in the earlier months, and from the plots of fertile soil surrounding the grounds and inner courtyard, sprung a variety of wild vegetables and herbs. The nearby river also teemed with salmon and rainbow trout; all of which graced Jan's dinner table. For some time he was content and never wanted for anything, even though his mind was plagued with unanswered questions. He wanted to know what happened to the others, especially since he would be the only one left. Rolfan's health had deteriorated rather quickly and there was no sign that he would ever recover. This led Jan to fall into despair. At night he wept for the old man and his lost brothers, who must have surely found their deaths. What else could have happened? Maybe the vision did not come from Helvahr but from some menacing evil that preyed upon the good. Only one thought gave him comfort: this was some sort of trial and he would be rewarded for his patience. This alone gave him the strength to carry on after the old man passed. Month after month he toiled away and became lost in his chores. He tended the gardens, swept the grounds and dusted the walls and bookshelves of the forgotten monastery. He would be rewarded for this; someone would come. He repeated those words in his mind like a powerful mantra, until one day someone did come. Winter was quickly approaching and Jan had just stored away a bountiful harvest for the coming months. Another year had gone by and he expected to be dining alone for the night. Suddenly, a high pitched voice called out from behind the stone walls. The storm's winds were strong and at first, Jan thought that he was mistaken. It was not until he heard the shout a second time that he ran for the gates to see who it was. He didn't care who it might be. He was just happy that another soul had ventured to find him. His heart thundered in his chest as he ran through the empty courtyard and finally to the barred wooden gate. He expected to see his long lost brothers waiting outside. It was not them. This person was a warrior. That much he could tell from the look of the visitor. His stout figure sat upon a white panther mount which almost looked camouflaged against the snowy landscape. Its rider was clad in onyx and silver armor and he kept a steel Warhammer at his back. The luster of the silver filigree etchings on his breastplate and cuisses glittered in the faint sunlight, and gave him the appearance of a most spectacular deity come to save Jan from the tedium. Jan bowed at the warrior and the warrior nodded respectively. He wore no helm; instead a thick black shawl masked his face to keep the biting cold winds at bay. Jan stepped closer, but not too close lest he startle the warrior's beast. He had never seen a panther as big as this one and had only read about them in his books. This one seemed harmless under its master's weight, but he would take no chances. "Welcome sir." he smiled. "How may I be of service?" In response to his question, the warrior began to pull the shawl away from his face. Jan's eyes squinted against the armor's glare to better see the face of his visitor, and as the fabric fell away, he realized that his visitor was really a woman. He had only seen a few women in his life, but none of them could ever compare to this one. She was lovely. She was of a darker complexion than he was and probably hailed from the southern regions of Cal'Duun. Another thing he'd read about in his books. Apparently this city was populated by dark vixens of an amicable nature and her pretty smile reflected the notion. Still, he knew that she was also gifted in the arts of war. Her weapon and the way she carried herself told the story of a powerful woman who could easily protect herself when put in harm's way. Her beast was the next clue of this prowess; for not many were able to tame the gigantic beasts, let alone turn one into a mount. "Good day to you sir! Might I spend the night here? A storm is approaching and I won't be able to find any shelter for some time." she said, a light blue mist floating away from her warm mouth as she spoke. Her voice was as lovely as her visage; soft and airy as a bird's song. As she waited for reply, she tucked a few strands of her violet hair behind her ears. She had pinned the locks back with silver clips, but the strong winds were making a mess of them. Still, she was as radiant as the moon goddess and Jan would serve her in any way he could. He fought the thick lump in his throat and uttered a hoarse, "Of course my lady. You are welcome here." She smiled sweetly at him and a chill ran through his body and down to his cock, stiffening the usually flaccid organ. For the first time in a long time he felt awake and alive. He held his hand out to help her down and she accepted with another pretty smile. On the ground she was at least a foot and a half shorter than he was, but he found that this minor detail did not take away from her air of majesty. "Thank you for your kindness sir. It is a rarity to meet a kindhearted soul in these fierce lands." "No need to thank me lady. It is my duty as a servant of Helvahr. These walls are protected by him and are a safe haven for all." "Well sir, I am very grateful." "Jan...please. I am no noble gentleman; just your humble servant, my lady." "You are indeed a gentleman. More so than many who claim the title. My name is Nyah Velen. I don't mean to cause you any trouble but Yazra hasn't been fed since yesterday and I would see him taken care of first. Is there anything I can feed him? Meat perhaps?" she asked, as she stroked the panther's silvery fur. "I only have salted fish stored inside. I hope that will suffice." "That will be fine. Many thanks. It seems that we've found our saviour Yazra!" she exclaimed. The beast looked to his mistress and growled approvingly at her, baring its wide jaw and razor sharp teeth. Jan backed up a little at the sight of this and probably looked more startled than he'd thought, because she giggled at his reaction. She had a lovely lighthearted laugh and it unexpectedly calmed his anxiety. "Yazra wouldn't hurt you. He can sense a friend in you. I'll take him to the stables if you would point the way." "O-of course. Right this way." he stuttered, still lost in her beauty. He led her to the stables which were a few meters away from the courtyard. It was and had always been empty since the others had gone. Still he took care of its upkeep and was glad that he did. It would have reflected badly on him if she was forced to keep her panther in an untidy stall. Yazra seemed to appreciate the dry space and settled down on all fours against a few bales of hay. Even then he was three feet taller than Jan, but he seemed to be a gentle creature under Nyah's care. She retrieved one of her satchels from Yazra's side and removed her leather gloves to search its contents. While one hand matched the colour of her tawny skin, the other was extremely pale; almost as white as the stone walls of the monastery. She fished out three gold coins and presented them to Jan with the pale hand. He was too perplexed to say anything, but soon realized that he was being rude. "I'm a mage." she explained. "My hand has power over the natural elements. As I grow stronger my hand takes on this ashen colour. Don't be frightened. It is just the price I pay for pursuing sorcery." "O-oh I-I didn't mean to stare." he stuttered, while smoothing back his ruffled brown hair. "I couldn't accept money from you my lady. I have no need for it." "You are very kind but I insist. I'm sure you can find some use for it...and you can call me Nyah. I am no noblewoman either." she smiled as she pressed the cool coins into his palm. He wasn't surprised at the contrast in temperature of each hand; the pale one was as frigid as the winter air. Still, it was soft and smooth once it came in contact with his hand and caused the hairs on his arm to rise. He would have gladly stood there with her all night but he needed to calm his mind. The guilt of his attraction was setting in. As a monk, carnal desires were discouraged and frowned upon. Unfortunately what he now felt was beyond his control. He wanted to take her into his arms and hold her until the end of days...but that could never be. What would she want with a poor, lonesome monk? In all her exotic beauty, she could have anyone she wanted and deserved better than him. He quickly shrugged off his fantasies and led her inside to the warm halls of the monastery. The grounds consisted of a two story stone building; each floor containing four bedrooms overlooking the square courtyard. The first level also housed a large dining hall connected to the storeroom and kitchen, a shrine room with an altar for worship, and a bathhouse on the left wing. Jan had remained in the same room after all these years, even though the others were bare. A few were conveniently located near the dining hall but he refused to lodge in them. He felt that it would be an act of disrespect towards his brothers' memory. He gave Nyah the freedom to choose any room she liked, however. After all, her comfort was of the utmost importance to him. She asked where it was that he slept and not knowing what she could be thinking, he led her to his quarters. It was a tiny space fashioned with plain wooden furniture and a bronze chest. His bed was positioned next to the window and a number of books were piled next to it on the stone-grey floor. A bronze candelabra with melted candlewax encrusting its stem also stood at the foot of the bed and was his only source of light when reading in the darkness of night. He'd gotten used to being alone and never expected to have anyone look in on where he slept. He loved to read and had gotten a bit sloppy but he quickly apologized to her for the mess. Nyah only smiled and asked to sleep in the room parallel to his. She reasoned that it would be lonely sleeping anywhere else and would prefer to have him close by. His blue eyes lit up at the request and he gladly agreed to it. Even though he could never have such a beautiful woman in his bed, being near her would suffice. And so, he prepared the room for her comfort. *** "How is it that you're here all alone?" Nyah asked. The two were seated at the dining table and supped on a meal of roasted salmon, baked potatoes and red wine. "My brothers and superior left on a pilgrimage to Helvahr's temple...but they disappeared. I don't know what became of them." he replied sadly. "Oh...I am sorry if I..." "It's alright. I've had time to come to terms with their loss. I'm sure you're wondering why I remain here in this secluded place. Although it is lonely I have nowhere else to go. I'm an orphan and was put into the care of the monks. This place has been my home ever since." "Haven't you ever wanted to see what was beyond the mountains?" she asked. "I have, but I promised to look after the monastery. Besides, it is dangerous out there, is it not? You carry weapons and you know magic. All of that gives the impression that one would need these things for protection. All I have are my prayers." "Prayers can be just as powerful Jan. Have you lost faith in your god?" "No...well...not entirely. He did send someone to me in the end." he smiled. "You believe that my passing through here is by his will?" she asked with a tone that resounded both curiosity and disbelief. "Yes. I was merely put through a trial." he replied in an assured tone. "Supposing your brothers were killed...would that be part of his plan as well?" Jan grew silent and thought for a moment. Before he could answer however, Nyah broke the silence with an apology. "I'm sorry Jan. I've seen many things in my travels. The innocent always seem to suffer regardless of what faiths they hold dear. In a way I envy you. You have a beautiful home and a god who watches over you, whereas I am just a faithless wanderer. I hope that your brothers do come back to you. I do not believe the gods put me on this path but I'm happy to be here nonetheless." she said with sincerity. He smiled and nodded "Why are you traveling through the mountains? If you don't mind my asking." he asked. She smiled and looked down at her ashen hand in response to his question. "I seek to become more powerful. Did you know that there is a school on the highest peak that overshadows this place? Up there are the supreme masters of the elements. They can summon great storms; snow and lightning with just the wave of a hand. I would like to learn what I can from them." "I have heard stories...but I was told that their powers are only used for destruction. A contrast to what we believe great power should be used for." "Like you I am an orphan, but I wasn't given a home like this or given to kind monks. I had to learn to defend myself from all sorts of bad people. I come from the district of Hallows Gale in the city of Cal'Duun. It is not the beautiful place that most people think it to be. It is run by murderers, thieves and all kinds of demonic evils. What I learn, I intend to use in my defense." "My apologies. I didn't mean to offend you. My views of the world are very limited, living here all alone. I hope you will attain what you seek at the end of your journey." "And what of your journey? Does it begin and end here?" she asked. He was puzzled at the question, but deep down he knew that he did not want his journey to end here. Despite the warnings, there was so much he did not know and wanted to experience. He hated to think of his home as a prison but in essence he felt trapped. Still, he could not forsake the monastery. He'd given his word to Rolfan to look after it. But he did wish that he could journey with her. She possessed an intelligence that could never be attained from just reading books. His heart suddenly began to ache at the thought of her imminent departure. "Jan? Are you alright?" she asked in a concerned tone. "Yes...I was just thinking. How long do you plan to stay here?" "As soon as the storm is over, I will take my leave. Why? Have I outstayed my welcome?" she said with a mischievous smile. "No-no. On the contrary I would like if you stayed with me. I-I mean...I can restock your supplies and show you the safest route through the mountains." She smiled bashfully as if she knew what he was really thinking. He wanted her to remain with him. "I'd like that very much Jan. Thank you. Maybe it's just as well. Yazra and I have no home, really. We're constantly moving from place to place. It would be lovely to have a warm bed for a few nights." "You are welcome to stay as long as you like." he smiled. ** The hour had grown late and Jan bid Nyah goodnight. Before he headed to his room, he made sure to show her around. When he last saw her, she'd gone out to check on Yazra. The weather had grown considerably worse and might be unsettling to her mount, as she'd explained. A mixture of rain and hail pelted down on the rafters and it sounded as if a million tiny pebbles were simultaneously falling from the heavens. Jan loved the sound however, and began to wonder if the school's mages were the ones responsible for this storm. He hoped that it wouldn't last too long; otherwise the river might overflow and flood the grounds. That would not be good for him or his guests. It had happened once before, but at the time he wasn't alone. It took an entire month for the icy waters to recede and the earth was left a slippery and slushy mess. He remembered how he and the other boys used to splash and play in the icy puddles when they were young. It was a beautiful and nostalgic memory. One he would have liked Nyah to experience. From what she disclosed, he knew that she didn't have a very good childhood and he worried for her. As he lay down against his pillows, his mind settled on his new visitor. He wondered if she liked him as well. Or was she only concerned with increasing her strength in the arts of magic? If only he had the means to protect the buxom beauty from danger. Only then would she be able to stay with him. It was unrealistic idea, but for him this thought was as beautiful as a bedtime fairytale. Nevertheless, he became lost in his fantasies and soon drifted off to sleep. ** The loud, rumbling of thunder made the walls of Jan's room vibrate, waking him from a tranquil dream. He did not know how much time had passed but as he looked to the window, he saw that it was still pitch black outside. He lit the candelabra and headed for the door. He wanted to check on Nyah to make sure that all was well with her. He thought that she too might have been startled by the noise and wanted to assure her that the monastery was sturdy and wouldn't succumb to a meager hailstorm. He stepped out into the hallway and found that the door to her room was ajar. He gently knocked against the wooden door and waited for a response. There was none. He slowly opened the creaking door and saw that she was missing from the room. In fact, the bed hadn't even been touched. The grey sheets were still folded neatly over the mattress and the pillows had no indentations or wrinkles in their centers. Erotic Mists "Where has she gone?" he whispered to himself. He made his way down to the bottom floor, thinking that she might have gone out to Yazra. The latch to the front door had not been disturbed however, and there was only one place she could be. He looked towards the direction of the bathhouse and a pale blue light flickered against the walls. Curious to find out what was going on he, he blew the candles out and crept towards the wing to investigate. As he drew closer, he heard a mysterious voice in the distance. It sounded as if Nyah was whispering to someone...but to whom? That flickering light and the whispers instantly fed the fires of curiosity in him and he was determined to get to the bottom of this. It occurred to him that she might be undressed, but this thought did not deter him at all. If anything, it urged him on. Just this once, he would have liked to see her without the bulky armor. It was wrong, but he knew he might never get the chance again. A little peek wouldn't hurt. As he approached the door he remembered that there was a tiny crack through which he could get a view of the area inside. He'd always meant to repair it but it would constantly slip his mind. What he would see next would make him glad that he hadn't been so hasty to replace the broken planks. Nyah sat on the damp tiled floor at the pool's edge, with loosely fitting white robes clinging to her body. They belonged to him; he had lent them to her for the night. Between her legs was a bald man of chalky-white skin, who dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs. He held them apart while he buried his face into her mound and devoured her plump labia. Her discoloured hand rested upon his smooth head and was now bleached white. The man stood waist deep in the pool and the muscles in his back and arms rippled as he spread her legs further apart to give himself better access to her mound. Jan was both frightened and aroused at the sight. He had never seen such a thing and could not look away. She whispered strange words that he could not understand and waved her white hand over the steaming water pool. A blue mist suddenly filled the room, swirling round the pair like the spiraling wisps of smoke produced from lit incense sticks. Within a few seconds another pale man emerged from the pool's depths and clumsily climbed out to stand at her side. It stood upright and Jan finally got a good look at it. Unlike humans, this creature had no eyes, ears, nostrils, mouth or genitals. Its face was a blank slate of pearl and it looked like a sexless marble statue which was yet to be perfected by its sculptor. He tried to examine this one and the other more carefully but Nyah's sobs of pleasure distracted him from the task. She arched her back and writhed against the creature's face as its jaw moved voraciously against her glistening mound. She was beside herself in pleasure but she waved her hand at the second creature and issued a command amidst the purring. A blue misty aura surrounded her hand and the creature fell to its knees, at her side. Without hesitation, it tore the robe away from her chest revealing a pair of voluptuous breasts, tipped with pointed dark nipples. Its hand slipped round the right orb and he gently squeezed the fleshy gland in his palm. His head slowly dropped down to her breast and a white mouth took shape on his face. A large pink tongue suddenly protruded from the orifice and flicked at the stiff bud. Jan's cock was now rock hard beneath his robes and rose upright against his stomach. He swallowed hard and his hand instinctively reached down to soothe the swollen organ. One stroke was so pleasing to him that he could not stop. He reached between the folds of his garb and took the thick organ in hand. It seared with heat and a film of silky moisture had collected at its bulbous tip. He wanted to groan out loud as she did, but that would give him away and cut the spectacle short. His mouth had gone dry and his breaths grew shorter as he pumped his stiff erection. Nyah's moaning had gone an octave higher as the creatures pleasured her. No doubt she was doing her best to stifle her cries because they would have echoed throughout the halls if she became lost in her pleasure. Little did she know that she had already attracted Jan's attention, who now peered through the tiny opening. He looked on as the creature at her breast curled its tongue round the brown areola, leaving glistening trails of moisture over her skin. He pulled at her nipple with his mouth and made lingering sucking sounds which matched the slurping of the other creature between her legs. While he sucked on the tender nether lips, his long white fingers held her labia apart, giving Jan an obstructed view of the fleshy, bright-pink folds of her sex. Its tongue lunged forward and Nyah's pelvis jerked as it invaded her core. A spray of clear liquid suddenly squirted from her pussy and unto his face, but the creature was not deterred. It continued its devotion as if its life depended on it. Seeing this, Jan's organ released and pearlescent globs of semen spurted out of his cock and over his clenched fist. He felt weak as more and more of his seed spilled out, but he did not stop groping his cock. His eyes remained fixed on Nyah, who now waved the white hand in the misty air as she did twice before. She whispered more of the incomprehensible speech and a violet-blue vapour took form and began to cloud the room. The thick mist snaked in all directions, even towards Jan and through the tiny opening that he looked through. He thought that she was calling another creature for her pleasure and waited as the spiraling wisps curled and folded through the crack and round his body. He felt a sudden chill as the vapour encircled him and fogged his vision of the room. He could barely see Nyah and her companions and wondered what would come next. He waited, but nothing emerged from the water. Instead her white hand dropped down to the first creatures head. She almost looked exhausted in the throes of pleasure. "Maybe she doesn't have the energy to complete the spell." he thought, his erect cock still in hand. The violet mist was thinning out now and once again he could see Nyah's glistening brown body convulsing from the spasms brought on by the creatures. The one at her breast was lapping at her neck now; its glistening drool dripping down her collar bone, and onto the large breast he had previously attended. Nyah whispered something to it and it quickly returned to her breast but bit the sensitive tip instead. Blue smoke snaked out from her mouth as she blurted out more of her foreign speech in what seemed like a pleasured response. The first then withdrew from his feeding between her legs and tilted its head up at her. Adhering to her command, it looked down at her succulent slit and slid two of its long fingers into her core. "Ooh yes!" she cried as the probing digits moved back and forth inside her. She rocked her pelvis to meet the slow thrusts and commanded, "Faster! Faster!" The creature obeyed and began to fuck her with its white fingers. Jan grew irritated at this; an emotion he rarely felt. Why did she have to conjure up these creatures? Granted he did not have any prior sexual experiences, but he was sure that he could please her equally, if not better than those creatures. Judging from all that he saw, he already knew what she liked. He wanted to taste her flesh and explore every inch of her soft body with his tongue. He wanted to squeeze her plump flesh and give her all manner of sexual attention that those things could never give on their own accord. His own cock, which was still painfully erect in his grip, was longer and thicker than the fingers of that thing. He should be the one inside her, not those mindless unnatural things. She wouldn't need to command him like she did to the one that penetrated her. He should be licking and caressing the neglected breast which was free of the creature's slobber, unlike the other. He wanted to go to her, but reason told him that would not go very well. She might strike him down with her magic, or worse, send the creatures to tear him to pieces. No, he was safer where he stood. Nyah had become louder now. She threw her head back and her body jerked into the air as the white fingers penetrated her for the last time. She screamed and fell back against the damp floor as she came to satisfaction. The creature readily reclaimed its fingers from her core and her juices slowly trickled out from the pink crevices. Simultaneously, Jan ejaculated once more and a low groan emitted from his throat. He too was exhausted but he forced himself away from the wall. He needed to get away. He needed to go back to his room where he would not be discovered. She would be coming out soon and he did not want to be caught spying on his guest. His organ was still rigid beneath his robes as he crept through the halls and back up the stairs, but he would worry about that later. Once in his room, he quickly disrobed and wiped his body clean of the sweat and semen that had accumulated. He would have liked to wash it all away but Nyah was still down there, probably recovering from her intense orgasm. Lightning flashed in the dark room and he caught a glimpse of his naked body in the windowpane. What he saw was very unfamiliar. A tall, brunette, blue eyed young man stared back at him; naked, with a semi-erect penis jutting out from his pelvis. He noticed that his arms and torso were now muscular from all of his strenuous labour. He was no longer that weak little boy, but a grown man. He wondered if Nyah would have liked the look of him in the nude. As her name came to mind, a sudden jolt shocked his cock into complete erection. He panted as the need to appease him-self grew worse. He was too weak to stand any longer. He threw himself back against his pillows and proceeded to stroke himself to satisfaction. As the quick flashes of lightning lit up the room, he could see that his organ had swelled and almost doubled in girth. His body tingled and trembled as his fingers lightly caressed his cock's red tip. He'd never been this painfully aroused before. Even now his cock pulsated and was becoming more engorged in his palm. "Uuugh..." he groaned, as he pumped the veiny length of it. He had been moving at a slow and steady pace but the pleasure intensified and he found himself viciously pumping the pink organ. His hand felt rough and dry along the shaft, so he used some of his own saliva to lubricate himself. He thought of Nyah and wished that she was here to ease his pain. He remembered the heavy breasts and the fleshy pink pussy encased in plump dark lips. He wanted to caress her rotund body while she stroked his cock in return. There was no room for guilt in his mind now. Only desire and pleasure ruled his thoughts. He wanted...no...he needed her now. He jerked his cock even harder as the fantasy of him taking Nyah at the pool's edge played out in his mind. Back and forth he moved into her while he caressed her breasts and soft belly. There were no mindless conjurations; it was only him and his beloved. The quick movement of his tight fists caused hot white semen to squirt out from the tip of his cock like a geyser; each spray landing on the sheets and his strong thighs. He wiggled and squeezed the hardened shaft until it was bright red and drained of every sticky drop. He fell back against the pillow exhausted, with his slick cock in hand. He should have fallen asleep right then but he realized that his erection had not diminished. In fact, a new need to be satisfied awoke in his groin and a painful rush of pleasure encircled his shaft. "What is wrong with me?" he thought as he looked down at the still engorged penis. Its shiny length glistened and still pulsed against his fingers. He tried to empty his mind and calm his thoughts, but it was to no avail. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own and stood apart from him, its length reaching up to the ceiling. Jan gripped it and began to stroke its massive girth in hopes of soothing the pain but that only brought more pleasure. His eyebrows creased and he shut his eyes tightly as he pumped himself with a fierce determination to sate his need. His firm body beaded with sweat and he writhed in the sheets as he thrust back and forth into his enclosed palm. Within seconds another spray of hot semen spilled out and unto his fist. He was weak but still clutched the erect organ. For some reason it would not lose its rigidity. His mind was frantic with questions. What was happening to him? Was Helvahr punishing him? If he hadn't passed out thereafter he would have panicked, but he did not have the strength to stay awake. Even while he panted with short raspy breaths, he lost consciousness and fell into heavy sleep. ** Jan arose the next morning to find him-self no different from the night before. The swelling had gone down but he remained erect. He wanted to clutch the miserable organ and rub it to satisfaction but he feared what Helvahr would do to him next. His failure at averting all lustful thought had brought a curse upon him and it was probably rightly deserved. He sighed and draped a loose robe over his body to hide his shame. Jan found that not even the loose robe could hide his erection. The rough spun material of the gown stimulated his cock even more as it brushed past the tender skin. It poked out from beneath his robe as if searching for someone to touch it, namely Nyah. He was mortified. He knew that he was being punished for his misdeeds and would do no more to anger the god. He pulled out a sheet of white linen from the bronze chest and cut the fabric into long thin strips. He planned to bind his penis back until the day had passed and he was back in his chambers. He gingerly guided it against his torso, hoping not to stimulate it any further. Round and round he wove until the jutting organ was fastened to his waist. Against his skin, it was searing hot and he felt as if someone had dropped fiery coals down into his robes. The organ began to pulse against his skin as if it wanted out. It seemed to have a mind of its own and wanted to be free, but he would not let it out. He needed to discipline himself. Maybe then the powers at work would have mercy on him. He spent the day as far away from Nyah as he could. She seemed very happy to be in the monastery, but he thought that this was only because she had the means to satisfy herself. He on the other hand was suffering and this made him irritable throughout the day. But he hid his ill mood from her and feigned happiness. Meanwhile many of his chores were cut short because he no longer had the stamina to complete his work. He craved sleep and most importantly release. He served Nyah her dinner and offered her some more fish for Yazra, but he did not eat one bite. This was his penance for intruding on his lovely guest and the only way he knew how to make amends. He'd thought of confessing everything to her but dismissed the idea. She would hate him and add him to that despised list of bad people who had taken advantage of her. He did not want that. He decided to deal with it on his own. She would not be staying much longer and when she was gone, he would be free to take care of his problem. ** As the sun set, he entered his room and slumped down to the edge of his bed. "Calm yourself...just a few more hours." he whispered to himself, both relieved and saddened by what Nyah had told him minutes before. She would be leaving in the morning and would spend the next few months at the school. She was expected and only had so much time before the doors would be closed to the outside world. He didn't think that she would be leaving so soon but it was probably for the best. It would be better for both of them if she stayed away from him. He was too deep in thought to realize that once again his hand had instinctively shifted to his groin and proceeded to stroke the swaddling linen as if it were a gentle creature nestled in his lap. Before he could think of reprimanding himself the door swung open and Nyah stepped into the room. Like the night before, she wore the same white robes which were bound loosely round her form. He was too frightened to move or say anything after being caught in the act. His face flushed red as both terror and embarrassment took hold of him. He waited for her to mock him out of disgust but she did not. Nyah only shut the door behind her and came closer. She stopped at the foot of his bed and looked down at him with those beautiful brown eyes. The mage lifted her white hand and began to stroke his wild curls, which were now plastered to his sweaty forehead. Jan?" she whispered softly as her longs nails raked through his tender scalp. "Y-yes?" he breathed with a shudder; the stimulation of her touches sending shivers down his spine. "You like me... don't you?" she asked. "Yes I do..."he responded with a dry mouth. "Then why haven't you invited me into your bed? I've been waiting and was beginning to think that you really found me hideous." "No.You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I-I just..." She smiled at him and moved closer until her lips were a breath away. "So you would prefer to watch then? Instead of taking the initiative?" "W-watch?" he asked, even though he knew she was referring to the night before. She knew he was there. She didn't seem angry but that did nothing to quell the surmounting shame he now felt. "Don't be ashamed. It pleased me to know that you watched." she smiled. "I'm sorry. I feel like it was wrong of me to spy on you." "You weren't wrong, my love. It is only natural for you to behave as you did. I on the other hand have been forced to remedy my loneliness with the use of magic. No doubt you saw everything." "What...were those things?" "They're golems conjured up from the water. I am their mistress and they do what I ask. Unfortunately... their skills are limited." she sighed. While she spoke, she proceeded to untie the chord from round his waist, causing his robes to fall from his shoulders. She looked down and saw how he'd bound his erection in place. "I'm disappointed that you would try to hide my handiwork Jan." He looked puzzled and cleared the lump in his throat to answer. "Your handiwork?" "Yes. I knew that you were there last night and I placed an enchantment upon you. I could smell you and taste you on the air. You made quite a mess outside the walls. I wanted you to come to me...but you hid from me." she pouted. She slowly unwound the linen from his organ until the thick shaft sprang up against her naked palm. Jan bit his lip as he tried to stifle his groaning. Her white hand now held him and the coolness of her fingers soothed the searing hot shaft. "So you did this?" he whispered, as she continued to stroke the bulging organ. "Yes, but it wasn't to punish you. I meant to satisfy you but you went off to bed. I didn't know if I'd made a mistake...yet, looking at you now I think my little trick had great results. She crouched over him and licked the red tip. Jan threw his head back against the pillow and let out a long, pleasured sigh. "I want you to be all mine Jan. I want you to replace my golems and make love to me before I leave this place. Will you do that for me?" Yes." he whispered without hesitation. He was relieved that it was not his god punishing him for his lack of control. "Good!" and she climbed over him and kissed his lips for the first time. He became lost in the sweet pleasure of it all and leaned into this first kiss with more enthusiasm. For a while he licked and explored her soft mouth, savoring the delicious taste of her. She let him have his way and as their tongues lapped against each other, her cool fingers slowly caressed his aching cock. Erotic Mists "So big, my love. To think you would make me wait to touch and taste you. Were you teasing me?" she whispered, as her mouth latched onto his bottom lip. "No I would never. I did not want to show any disrespect." She giggled at his response. "Don't be so timid. You're so sweet. I've had naughty thoughts about having you ever since I rode into this place. I want you to forget your loneliness Jan. Forget it all and enjoy being with me ." she whispered. Before he could respond she had crawled backwards and positioned his cock against her lips. With tenderness she began to kiss the tip; every once in a while letting her hot tongue brush against it. Trails of moisture formed at its crown as she lapped at the tip, her pink tongue swirling round its width. Round and round she rolled her tongue over the red mushroom tip until it was slick with her saliva. Her pale hand was at the base of his shaft, jerking him while she took its apex into her mouth. With every pump he seemed to grow both in width and length as more blood flowed into his cock. He could feel it pulsing against her silky mouth as she slowly bobbed her head back and forth over its veiny length. "Uuugh..." he groaned as she sucked him with more force. Before he could release in her mouth she withdrew from him and peeled off her robe. Once again he was confronted with the lush dark breasts which now dangled over his face. He reached out to touch them and she did not stop him. His mouth inched closer to the orbs and he sucked one of the dark buds into his mouth. She shivered against him as he suckled her tenderly. He twirled his tongue round the areola as the creature had done, only with a combination of nips and bites. While his tongue teased her nipple, his other hand slipped below her waist and traveled closer to the furry slit between her legs. With one finger he parted the fleshy labia and penetrated the soft folds. Her insides were as wet and silky as her mouth and he began to explore the depths of her nether mouth with eager curiosity. He remembered how the golems probed her and he wanted to give her that same pleasure...maybe even surpass what they'd done for her. "Yes just like that. Touch me my love." she purred as another of his fingers now probed her . He'd never been this closed to a woman, or even touched one, but he was falling in love with the softness of her body. It was at that moment that he began to envy the golems. They had the pleasure of touching and tasting her flesh every night. "The lucky wretches." he thought. He wanted her to forget them. With a strength he never knew he possessed, he suddenly flipped her body over. She squealed with excitement at this unexpected action. He smiled in response but did not waver from his task. He began to kiss her lovingly across her chest, slowly, from breast to breast, then down to her soft belly, her navel and finally to her furry mound. The brown lips glistened with wetness and he wanted a taste. He began to lick along the outer lips, not quite bearing her open or penetrating her. He took his sweet time, savoring the taste of her wetness and she moaned sweetly and urged him on. His tongue curled and wriggled against the mound, cleaning the wetness away. "Yes...taste me Jan." she whispered as she pinched her hardened nipples. "Mmm..."he breathed as his tongue finally probed her pussy with a sudden force that made her arch her back. He held her apart and sucked the pink folds into his mouth. She writhed against his mouth as he buried his face inside her, not sparing himself from the slippery mess. Back and forth he prodded her wet snatch until she guided him to her clit. She held herself open and directed him to the tiny pink nub which poked out beneath a thin hood. He was intrigued by this and was eager to see how she would react to his stimulation of it. Gently he flicked his tongue against the nub and she flinched against his mouth. "Should I stop?" he whispered as he looked up from between her thighs. "No...please don't stop." she whispered, seemingly on the verge of tears. He smiled at this and proceeded to flick his tongue against her clit, only with more pressure and faster movement. She groaned and panted furiously as he worked his tongue over the sensitive area. He sucked and lapped in that same voracious manner and she came even quicker than she had the night before. By now his face was drenched with her juices but he did not stop. As her body quaked against him, he drank his fill of her. She suddenly pushed him backwards and seductively crawled over his reclined body. "It's my to please you." she smiled, as she licked her wetness from his face. Her fingers trembled as she took his organ in hand and guided him into her wet opening. Jan sucked a slow gasp between his clenched teeth as she slowly lowered the lush lips over him. The sensation of easing into her silky core was too good to savor. Impatience took over and caused him to grip the flesh of her behind only to force her down on top of him. Her body grew rigid as his cock pierced her core until it was buried to its hilt. "Oh...fuck." she whimpered as he slammed his pelvis even deeper still. Her body twitched and he now felt her hot nectar trickling down over his pulsing organ. He pulled her upwards and saw that his shaft glistened and was now coated with her creamy white juices. Again he forced her down, the entry growing ever sweeter as he filled her. He began guide her wet snatch on top of him, slowly at first until she began to mimic the rhythm on her own. Up and down she bounced on top of him, riding the waves of her orgasm. Her long violet hair clung to her neck and shoulders as sweat trickled from her dark skin. Jan clenched his teeth and bucked from below, even as she moved on top of him. He was getting close, he could feel it. He would finally have the satisfaction that he could never achieve on his own. He wanted every centimeter of his cock inside her when it was time release his hot seed into her body. Nyah was shrieking on top of him; her breasts bobbing up and down as she rode him like a steed. He was groaning out loud now; that need to release was coming, growing and engulfing him. He used his last burst of strength to slam inside her. With three hard thrusts that lifted her body into the air, he released and emptied his hot load into her womb. "Aaahhh!" she shrieked as her body convulsed on top of him. He gripped the flesh of her buttocks and continued to force his cock even deeper still, while he emptied his organ inside of her. As the very last of it trickled out, he lowered his pelvis back against the mattress and tried to catch his breath. She was a beauty on top of him, even though her hair was disheveled and she was drenched in sweat. Her eyes had been closed, but fluttered open and a wide grin came across her face. "That was amazing for your first time, was it not?" she whispered with a sly smile. He smiled and shrugged. It had been his first time with a woman and he never expected to be with one. It was a beautiful experience; one he would share only with her. She looked satisfied and that alone made him happy. "It's a shame I cannot take you with me. I love the feel of you inside of me." she smiled. She still held his organ inside her body and Jan would have loved to spend eternity like this. He was finally sated and his eyes were burning with sleep. "Are you still planning to leave in the morning?" he whispered, fighting the drowsiness. "Would you like me to stay a little while longer?" she asked, as she laid her head on his chest. "I would...but I have no right to delay your quest." "Had my life taken a different turn I would stay with you. But there is much I want to do before settling down to a serene life. My quest is as much a part of me, as this monastery is a part of you. I cannot stay too long or else the doors to the school will be closed to me. I will come back to you Jan. I promise." Jan sighed. He didn't want her to disappear from his life like the others had, but he did not say so. He wanted to refrain from selfishness. Still, he tried to think of this moment and not what would come. She now lay in his arms; something he never dreamed would happen. He smiled to himself and caressed her naked back as she clung to him. "I shall wait for you then." ** Jan awoke the next morning, alone in bed. Nyah was gone from his side and only a few strands of her hair were all that remained of her on his pillows. He hoped that she would have at least said goodbye before she left him. He rose up and looked out of the window, to the icy valley beyond the mountains. The storm had passed and the sun shone brightly overheard, promising an easy journey to the school. He thought her to be far in distance by now, but suddenly heard a low growl towards the monastery's gates. His eyes followed the sound and he could see Yazra at the gates, also looking towards the valley. He knew that she would never leave her panther behind and so, he rushed down the steps in search of her. He found her in the dining hall, sitting at the table. She wore her black armor and sat down to a small bread roll. She seemed tired and looked down at the food as if unsatisfied with the portion. Jan's approaching footsteps startled her out of her trance and she smiled at his presence. "Good morning. I-I didn't mean to startle you. I ran downstairs not knowing if you'd gone without saying goodbye." "The thought had crossed my mind...but I decided not to leave you like that. You've done much for me in such a short time and I will miss you." "Thank you. I will miss you as well." he said, trying not to sound too bitter. It was then that he realized her white hand was bound. A tiny red streak across the white bandages indicated that she had some sort of injury. "Your hand! Are you hurt?" he asked with alarm in his voice. "I...I have something for you. For your trouble...and for being so good to me." "Nyah please...I don't want anything...I don't need anything but you. I should take care of your injury. I have herbs for your wound." he replied, ignoring her words. She smiled weakly as she rose to her feet and kissed him on the cheek. He frowned at her in response. Why wasn't she listening to him? She walked straight past and headed towards the kitchen door. "Come out." she whispered. Jan's eyes followed her movements as she raised her pale hand towards the door and beckoned for a hidden entity to come out. Jan waited, not knowing what to expect. Was it one of her golems? His heart skipped a beat as a white hand reached out for Nyah's from the doorway. Jan became even more confused as the features of this other person quickly came to light. Before him stood a second Nyah. She was identical to the mage, except she wore one of his robes over her body. She smiled at him sweetly and looked to Nyah, as if waiting for her to give an explanation. "Don't be afraid Jan. She is my present to you. I call her Nerys." "What? Who is she? And where did she come from? I thought we were the only..." "She did not exist before today. She and I are the same. That is to say, we share the same consciousness, as I used my blood to create her. She will keep you company until I come back to you." Jan stared at the two women dumbfounded and not knowing how to respond. He'd wondered where she'd injured herself. Now he knew that the wound was self-inflicted and she must have conjured the double while he slept. "Nyah...why? Why go through all this trouble over me? I will not keep a part of you prisoner here when your destiny is waiting for you out there. Look at you! You've weakened yourself for my sake. You might die because of me." he said angrily. "But that is where you are wrong." Nerys said, with the voice of his beloved. "As long as I live she will not die. We share the same soul and the same mind. If I remain alive and well in your care, nothing will happen to the other half of me. We are of the same flesh and blood. What she knows, I know and what she feels, I feel. Both of us adore you and this is the only way that we can ease your and our suffering." "I did not want to go Jan." Nyah said sadly. "I would have loved to stay with you...but I must also know that I can protect us from whatever evil is out there. This world is dangerous and I could never take you with me. You are safe here... and by her staying with you, you will never be lonely." "But why would you do all this for me?" he asked. "Because you are a good man and you deserve happiness. I was devious to play a trick on you but you handled it better than I expected. You never forced yourself upon me or insulted me for what I did to you. That alone grants you this gift. I must go now...but please believe that this half of me will come back to you. When my training is done, my halves will be joined and I will be even more powerful than before." "Do not die Nyah. Live and come back to me." he murmured, on the brink of tears. He did not quite know how to feel. On one hand he would not be alone but then the other half of her would be out there, facing unknown perils with only half of her strength. "Forget your sadness." Nerys whispered and kissed him tenderly. A swirling wind suddenly filled the room as their lips met. He broke away to look back at Nyah, but she was gone. Only the double stood next to him with a smile on her face. "You are attached to the other half of me. I understand that." she said. "A sad goodbye would have been too much to bear. I am with you now. There is no need to say goodbye. She will be safe Jan; do not worry. We are stronger than you know." She clasped his hands tightly as he looked towards the area where Nyah previously stood. In his thoughts he bid her goodbye and decided that he would not waste his time wallowing in grief. His prayers had been answered; not by a god but by a mortal woman. He would wait for her until she could be joined with her other half and they could be together again.