0 comments/ 5012 views/ 2 favorites Esa's Story Ch. 01 By: Sinisterinfant This story fits between Chapter's 3 and 4 of my Smithson story. You don't need to have read them to enjoy this. This story will be limited to two parts. This one is basically all sex. Enjoy. Look for more magic and thievery in the next one. This is a story from the time of my grandfather's grandfather. In the ages past recorded memory and into the space between the birth of the world and stories of the oldest of our kin. In those days a man, named Aaron, was exiled from his village and wandered the wilderness looking for a new home. Aaron was the listless sort who never found any life outside of drink and women. Women. Women were Aaron's true weakness. Specifically other men's women. It was sleeping with the Chief's daughter that had been the last straw. Aaron was sure the dirty old bastard had been expecting to have her for himself. Instead, the old man had found Aaron cock deep in his fresh daughter not but an hour after her 18th year. In Aaron's mind it had been worth it for that fresh bit of honey and the look on the old man's face as he chased Aaron from the village. Aaron had started running with not but the shirt on his back and his fleet feet to carry him. Those fleet feet had carried him north and west. He had expected to reach the sea, but after days of journey brought him no sight of water nor the smell of salt, he began to steal. It was a necessary thing at first. Taking some clothing at the first farm he came across. Taking a cooling meat pie from a window sill at the next. Then it was sneaking into houses and filching what valuables could be found and selling them at the next house. The spaces were long enough between farm houses that the idea of neighbors was laughable and the expectation of friendliness to strangers was something that would get you killed. Two weeks into his thieving Aaron came upon a strange site. In the cleared wilderness space where there should be a farm, instead, sat a single barrow. The raised, obviously man made, hillock sat square in the center of the clearing with five dead trees outlining the cleared space and the long barrow that bisected it. At the top of that hill was the final oddity. A single cottage perched in the clearing. The structure was ancient. The wood that made it consisted mostly of twigs and branches gathered from the nearby forest. None of it look crafted, merely collected and then laid out into the semblance of a cottage. If the wood wasn't greyed with age Aaron might have thought it had birthed its way right out of the barrow. Aaron entered the clearing carefully. In the last weeks he'd learned some caution to go with his natural bravado. This place was not normal and like any of that time his head was filled with stories of barrow spirits, forest witches and hedge wizards. None of those stories had happy endings for the hapless fool who wondered into where he wasn't welcome. However, Aaron had been two days without food and the stream he had passed earlier today had not smelled well and the corpses of animals littered the ground around it. To find this place so close to that poisoned stream did not bode well, but Aaron had little choice to but look for food and water. As he placed his foot on the grassy incline of the barrow, the collection of planks that seemed to represent a door, opened and a cloaked figure stepped out. It was hard to tell who or what the figure was. The person was covered head to toe with black fur. All of different animals yet somehow all naturally black, even the squirrel at the shoulders. The figure had to stoop to step out from the cottage. Aaron was standing, staring at the figure with one foot on the barrow and the other ready to turn and run. A single white hand emerged from black furs and a single white finger curled up to expose a red lacquered fingernail. The finger curled twice more then returned to the confines of the furs. The figure returned to the dark confines of the cottage, but the door did not close. Aaron took a moment to collect himself and let the tension ease out of his body through his feet. All the strange stories he'd heard as a kid came rolling back to him. More than a few told of the solitary cottage and the witch that surely lived there. As Aaron considered his options the rumbling of his stomach finally convinced him to take the risk he was dying to take anyway. An honest to gods witch was way too exciting to pass up. The fact that the skin on the hand he had seen had been smooth and soft and most certainly attached to a woman and not some old crone might also have played a part in his decision. Stepping into the darkened cottage he felt an instant increase in temperature. A fire burned in a pit on the floor. A cook pot sat above it, gurgling with some boiling stew popping and spewing out of it. The room was a rectangle. The walls all lined with various kinds of skins and fur, which were obviously responsible for the captured heat in the room. Aaron saw the cloaked figure sitting by the fire. The sitting figure had pulled some of the furs around her, exposing the most delicious set of legs Aaron had seen in months. Aaron felt himself stiffen in his stolen pants and he stepped further inside to cover the adjustment of his manhood. After moving close to the fire Aaron heard the distinct groaning of the door...closing itself. He didn't turn around to confirm his assumption. Instead he sat down and took another admiring gaze at the long milky legs of the figure opposite him. Aaron made his best smile and addressed the figure. "Hello. I hope I'm not intruding on your...", the words died in his mouth as the figure pulled back more of the furs. The face that emerged was like nothing Aaron had seen before. The hair on her head was the black of the ravens. It peaked at the center of her forehead and cascaded down in waves behind her back. The solid black hair reappeared on eyebrows above forest green eyes that burned and sparkled in the light of the fire. Her nose was a thin pointed affair that aligned perfectly with the point of her hair line. The center line continued down into full red lips that curved into a smile at Aaron's obvious reaction to the removal of the fur. Perhaps this is what spurred her to shake the fur from her shoulders and reveal the rest of her body. The fur fell away from supple shoulders that formed the strong frame supporting two spectacular breasts. The fullness of which belied the perkiness of the orbs. They almost seemed to float in front of her chest rather than being attached to it. Her body was thick and soft in all of Aaron's favorite places and it made for folds at all of the joints and bends that were just aching for a touch from Aaron's tongue. This was a woman. Not the girls he'd been used to sweet talking into a haystack or barn. Her eyes spoke of years of experience and delight the likes of which couldn't be none in the short span of his years. He might actually have licked his lips. "Are you...", she took a moment to look down at the growing disturbance between his legs then penetrated him by staring right into his eyes, "...hungry young man?" Aaron stood and removed his shirt as he said, "Starving." A huge smile bloomed on his face as stood and stepped around the fire. She pulled the furs from around her waist and stretched out into them. Luxuriating into the furs she stared up at Aaron as he continued to remove his clothing. Her smile deepened and her gaze became more penetrating. "Come and have your fill." Aaron was now naked and kneeling before his new goddess. Her hands were gliding up from her hips and then stretched out above her head. Her face was a mask of expected pleasure and Aaron did not intend to fail her. He started at her feet. He took them into his hands and began to massage and stroke them. She closed her eyes at his touch and pushed her feet into his naked chest feeling at the curly thick hair of his chest. As Aaron's hands wandered down her legs he marveled at the smoothness of her skin. She had no hair or stubble to speak of; only the milky smooth skin that spread through the rest of her flesh. As his hands reached her knees his mouth had begun kissing at her toes and the soles of her feet. He began to lick instead of kiss and the purring noise from her chest made him move faster. Soon his hands met the tiny fold in her flesh where leg meets hip. He pressed there into the joints and she cooed as her legs stretched up his body and rested one on each side of his head. The motion brought Aaron's cock to peek from between her thighs. He kissed the inside of her thighs as she reached forward and stroked at his cock. Her soft fingers felt at the shaft she could reach. Her nails then lightly scratched at the joining of head and shaft. The sensation was electrifying and Aaron almost relented and ravished her immediately, but he was having too much fun with his teasing. 'Now now my lady. I've not had my fill of your bounty yet." He dived down between her legs and buried his mouth into her waiting moist slit. The aroma was intoxicating and the juices sweet and salty on his tongue. His hands continued to run up and down her thighs and wonder at the smoothness of her skin all the way down from ankle to hip and then up underneath to the thickness of her ass. He took handfuls of her and used it to press her wetness tighter against his mouth and delving tongue. She was moaning now and her hands were rubbing around in his long hair. Her nails were scraping into his scalp and he used her reaction to guide his exploration into her deep pleasure. After a few minutes her moaning became a panting. Her panting became words of demand and pleas for release. Aaron smiled into her as he moved several fingers into her. He moved them quickly in and out of her as her words turned to something more animal. Grunts and cries escaped her full lips as her finger nails dug into his scalp. In a final push he sucked for all he was worth at the hard little nubbin at the top of her cunt and hammered his fingers into her as deep as they would go. "Oh gods you beautiful man!", she cried as her legs came tight around his ears and her ass pulled itself up from the furs beneath them. Her body relaxed slowly as she came back to her senses. Aaron slid up her body, his tongue trailing along her midsection. When he reached her breasts he rolled right and stretched out beside her. He took his ease on the expansive furs, yet the softness of the fur was nothing to the softness of this amazing woman. He reached across her and fondled her left breast with his right hand while he began to suckle her right breast and nipple. She began to stroke his head as she continued to take deep breaths that moved her breasts beneath his fingers. "You are a strange sort. I took you for just another lonely traveler looking to steal what's not nailed down, but here we lie and you've given more then taken so far this night. Have you no intention of using this?" She reached over and took his manhood by the root. It had waned some from the first of their encounter but with only a little ministration he was back to full mast. "I think I've still some steam left for my own pleasure if you're still of a mind." Aaron smirked at her and was favored with a smile from this mysterious beauty. "Before I take my due, will you grace me with your name?" "My name? You are a proper rogue then. Look around you and tell me if you see anything I have of value here besides this body and my name? I've offered you one and now you demand the other? Hmmmmm. Perhaps, but let us finish our first endeavor before we begin anew." All the while she had been stroking his cock to keep it at its fullest. She pulled him to her and laid a kiss on him. As they moaned into each other she rolled him onto his back and slid across to lay atop him. She pressed her breasts into his chest as she kept up their kiss. By now their tongues were circling each other and Aaron was almost content to kiss this women until he was dead. That was until he felt her wet fire slide around his cock. She broke their kiss as a moan escaped her that sounded like the aching loins of the sky were filled with the cock of the world. This was pure ecstasy. As she rolled her hips and felt his manhood move within her she opened her mouth but no sound came out, just pure pleasure writhed its way across her countenance. Suddenly shaking herself from the experience a look of determination settled in. She planted her feet solidly at his sides and began to lift herself off of him. For inches and inches she traveled. The movement made at such a slow pace that Aaron began to think he might die from the loss of the extreme pleasure of being inside this woman. Then she slammed herself down and writhed again with Aaron filling her. Aaron reached out for her breasts and messaged and hefted the weight of her fleshy orbs. She opened her eyes and looked down on him with true affection. "Prepare yourself my male. I've been known to....get carried away." With those words out of her she began to assault his cock. There can be no other word for the pounding she gave his manhood. She went from tip to root with every thrust of her body. After a few minutes she closed her eyes again and her slit began to gush with juices. A few minutes more and the juices were flying all around the room. Aaron could even hear some of it land with a sizzling into the fire behind them. The sensation on his cock at first was so strong it seemed to remove all feeling from him and could only try to withstand it. As it went on he felt sensation return, and then later some vitality. He began to try and meet her downward thrusts with his own upward ones. The meeting of their flesh was signaled with liquid slaps. Over and over they met in the space between them. When he could catch it, her body would block the fire and an aura of light seemed to surround her body. Her hands were all over her body pulling more pleasure for wherever it could be pulled or pinched from. Aaron's hands had settled at her waist to drive more and more power into their thrusts. Finally she pressed down on him with all her strength and opened her mouth with another silent scream. The clenching muscles of her cunt pushed him over the edge and he emptied himself into her. As she writhed above him it seemed that she was almost drawing more and more from him with each heavy squirt from his seed into her body. Between gasping breaths of air she whispered to him, "I am Xia. It seems you've taken all I have rogue." "I'd return it all for another roll in these furs." He pulled her head down and kissed her again, and though the ecstasy was gone from the last kiss, this one retuned some vigor to his cock still buried within her. As he rolled her over she loosed a thick and bawdy laugh. As he began to move inside her again she said, "You are bold my rogue. I wonder if I might find some regular work for you." "Oh my lady I have not been one to look for gainful employment, but here...", he emphasized with a slow thrust into her, "I might find my masterwork." Her laughter filled the night. "Truly rogue you may be my death and rebirth, but let us talk of tomorrow whenever it finds us." Aaron did not reply for he was lost in the folds of his desire and instead tasted of the flesh of her neck and set his hands to work finding every delicious crevice of her body. He gave no thought of tomorrow, for that is the way of rogues and Aaron would soon be the greatest of them all. Thus began the journey of Aaron Firethief, first of my mother's line. Esa's Story Ch. 02 In the days following his amourous meeting with the witch of the barrow. Aaron found that he could be more useful to Xia the witch then just another piece of meat between her legs. The witch sent him on many journeys out into the wildness. Many times it was just to gather food and supplies from the forest, but on occasion her tasks required less honorable skills then woodcraft. In the employ of Xia, Aaron stole from prince and pauper alike. He was sent into dark tombs for ancient artifacts. He climbed high castle walls to loot the treasure rooms of great kings. He stole the milk of a two headed cow from the village of lepers. He even nabbed the seed of the Minotaur from the great labyrinth of Crete but the method and matter of that adventure is best left for another time. On the five hundredth day of his service to Xia, Aaron returned from the latest adventure to the little hut on the abandoned barrow. As he placed his feet at the threshold of the hut, the bundled planks of the front door opened to reveal the matron of the humble dwelling. Xia stood before him in the same black furs he had first met her in. The stitched black furs of dozens of animals, many of whom were not black in their nature, hung about her shoulders. The furs trailed down her shoulders covering her supple yet strong shoulders. From there the garment travelled down over large breasts and flat stomach, stopping to only just cover the wondrous space between her legs. The fur was a thing of magic. It could change itself from this black shawl covering to a hooded cloak that scraped the floor. Aaron tore his gaze from the long, smooth and strong legs escaping from the bottom of the furs to the face of his witch. Xia was smiling. It was a rare gift. In the days since his arrival she was mostly dour of face when they weren't coupling in the cramped space of the hut. Now though, her face was warm with gratitude. It lit her dark features in a way that made him want to smile as well. It pushed back her midnight widow's peak, and widened her eyes so they sparkled in the failing light of the day. Those forest green eyes always made him smile, even when they were filled with wrath. Today though it was summer morning on the face of the witch. No storm clouds today. He was back. Back at the one place in the world he thought he could call home. Back with the one woman who not only held his affection but his respect as well. Xia had shown him so much in the many months since he'd found this place. Secrets of stealth and guile. Mysterious lines of ancient poetry. Obscure rites to improve the body, mind and soul. She was a witch with ancient power, but at her heart she was a disciple of nature. Power and grace in splendid flesh that captivated his every thought. "I know that you have just returned my rogue, but I must send you off again." All the joy he had been feeling from his homecoming fell away in disbelief, "No. Xia please. I have been off for almost two weeks. I've missed you." Standing on the incline of the barrow she nearly towered over him. His head was placed nicely at her midsection, giving him an excellent view of the swelling of her chest beneath the fur. He reached out and let his fingertips trail along the smooth skin of her thighs. "I'm afraid so Aaron. And I am also afraid that this will be the last night you will spend under my roof." He was stunned to silence and disbelief. How could this woman, who was the only living connection he had in this world, abandon him to the wilderness? She stepped down the incline to stand beside him. She trailed a single fingertip up from the joining of his collar bones up to the tip of his chin. Holding him there she smiled into his eyes and the doubt he had been feeling was covered by deep desire for his witch woman. She kissed him. The feeling of her warmth mingling with his saturated his brain with heat. He felt as if he had drunk a keg of wine and was drifting to sleep in a bed of desire. The kiss deepened and her tongue touched his. They danced without moving. Their tongues rolling together, starting a joining that could only complete when he was cock deep inside her. She breaks their kiss and turns back to the entryway of the hut. He couldn't seem to remember how to move his feet, but luckily she had taken his hand and dragged his stunned body inside. Once inside she pulled him to the warmth of the fire pit at the center of the hut and began to peel his travelware from his body. As she found a place for his pack she pulled loose his latest acquisition. A stone bowl, small and non-descript with only a single symbol on the bottom. The symbol was ancient Lemurian for "Melding". Taking the bowl, she wandered around the hut pulling items from the shelves and piles that lined the walls. Though his conscious mind was occupied with his lust, the subconscious rogue recognized that she was pulling a piece or whole of all the items he had ever acquired for her. When her circuit of the hut was completed she moved to the fire pit and placed the cup and other items into a boiling cook pot hanging above the fire. She looked up at him from the opposite side of the fire pit and touched the collar of the fur shawl. The fur fell away revealing her splendid form. As smoke began to rise from the cook pot, obscuring her body, her musical laugh filled the hut. Aaron stepped around the fire, filled with the need to ravish his woman. She was gazing down into the smoking pot, smiling with a dark glee. Aaron disrobed as he walked around behind her. He joined her in nakedness as he wrapped his arms around her with the right around her stomach and the left above her breasts. "Xia please. Don't discard me. I need you." He pressed his cock between the flesh of ass and used his right hand to press her back into him. In response, she put her arm parallel to the arm around her stomach and leaned her head back to speak in his ear. "My rogue.....all things end. They must so that new things may begin. I will not, however, send you out into the cold. There is fire in your future, Aaron. Fire you cannot be given. Fire you must take." He thought to ask more questions of this strange prophecy but before word could follow intention she turned around and grasped his cock, sliding her hands down to hold his seed. She let her long fingernails trail along the sensitive skin sending shivers along his entire body. "Mmmm, it seems you've some fire of your own already. Is this for me?" "Aye. All for you. Always." There was no more talking. He wrapped his arms around her and did his best to crush her into him. He locked his mouth on to hers and attempted to dominate her. It was a rare move on his part, but if this was to be their last....anything, then Aaron would make it memorable at least. She tried to push him away from within his arms but instead he merely shifted his hold. He pulled her up into his arms so that her legs were forced to wrap around his waist and her ample chest was put in the range of his mouth. He pulled at her nipples with his teeth and shook his head to jiggle the flesh of her breast. She put her hands on his head and pressed it deeper into her breast. His cock had reached its apex and sat like a fulcrum beneath her ass. She pressed herself up on his shoulders while still trying to keep his mouth situated on her nipple. With a little maneuvering she found the tip of his cock with her moist opening. Easing herself down, she felt the tip move past her lips. The sensation of penetrating her made Aaron move his mouth from her breast and smile up at her. Thief quick he forced her down, jamming himself fully inside her. She cried out in a mixture of surprise and supreme pleasure, feeling the fullness and stiffness of her man. "Xia. Take me. Take all of me." He falls with her onto her discarded furs, which have expanded to create a thick and warm bedding. Their impact presses him even deeper and he feels himself graze some deep inner barrier of her body. She cries out again, and before her screams leave the echo of the space around them he is pistoning himself in and out of her with a vitality that belied his exhaustion from recent travels. He draws himself up into the cooler air only to ram himself deep into her welcoming heat. Xia continues to scream her pleasures into the failing day. She eventually finds the sense of self to wrap her legs around him and adds her own force to his inward thrust. Never has she felt such forceful desire from Aaron. Never has she desired him, or any man, as much as she does in this moment of pure masculine force. Aaron is a man, and so even in this moment of control he must serve his own body. Though he wishes that he could continue this glorious moment for hours, he feels his seed begin to pull up to him readying itself for release. He pulls Xia's head up so that he can stare into her fierce forest eyes. They are both breathing hard as the fury of his thrusting lessons to increase his speed. In the moment before his release he feels her tighten and contract around him. He pulls back one last time, and presses into the tightening folds with a bestial roar of power. He touches that inner barrier once more and unloads himself inside her. His whole body tenses and releases over and over again, spraying himself into the deepest parts of her. In the aftermath, they breathe deeply the smoke of the boiling mixture behind them, feeling new life surging into their bodies. Still they are spent for the moment. Aaron relaxes onto her, and she rolls him to the side. Still he is inside her, and though he is spent, his softening is slight, and with some pressure he remains inside her. "I never want this to end. I lov..." She presses a finger to his mouth. "You may feel however you like. I do love you Aaron, but you must go." She rolls again to be on top of him and uses her own weight to press down keeping him inside her. Then her body begins to undulate around him, drawing whatever unspent seed remained in his thick shaft. She sighs in contentment, and raises her upper body off of him, straddling his body as she pivots. The movement of her breasts, from hanging low near his body, to resting in their natural state on hers is enough to stiffen Aaron again. Xia begins a slow rolling of her hips. The flesh that shifted around Aaron's cock seemed to roll in the opposite direction. Aaron was losing his ability for rational thought. The sensation of being inside this woman was all he really wanted in this world. The idea that he might never again feel the tensing, pulsing, rolling movements of her loins again filled him with despair. Luckily his hardening cock was lessoning that feeling. Xia leaned forward and ran her long fingers through his thick chest hair. The rolling became a fast up and down movement. The friction between him and her shifted front to back as her slick flesh flew up and down his cock. Her lips returned to his as their struggled for dominance. Eventually Aaron succumbed to her ministrations and with an arching back he thrust into her, spilling his seed deep inside her. The strange smoke was now filling all of the hut, and its rich smoky flavor was in his nose and mouth. The flavor went quickly from sensation to feeling as it worked its way past his senses and settled into this bones. Xia moved faster and faster. She leaned back and the light of the fire formed an aura around her body with the smoke in the room giving her the visage of some glorious demon of lust. Her hips moved at lightning speed while her upper body slowly undulated to some unseen music. Aaron was barely hanging to consciousness through the haze of ecstasy that clouded his mine. He moved his hands to rest on the sides of her slim stomach and felt the vibration of her hips carry up into his arms. The sound of their flesh trying to merge filled her ears, but over that, Xia slowly began to moan. In that moan was all the sadness of Aaron's eminent departure and the loss of a future they both had dared to dream together. Aaron came alive again at the sound; at the resonance to his own sadness. He started to meet her thrusting and added his own sound to hers. The constricting vibrating wet flesh of her pussy was slammed down around Aaron as Xia fell onto him. Their mouths met again and in the aftermath of Xia's orgasm they shared their last kiss. Xia slid off to his side and Aaron's still hard cock popped free of her. She ran her hands around his chest and licked his ear until she got a sigh from him. Then she started whispering in his ear as she stroked his thick cock. "Between here and the sea lies the great mountain of fire. At the base of that mountain flows a river which runs into a dark cave." Her stroking increased and she gripped him harder. "Within that cave lies the doorway to the burning lands where the King of Fire and Stone holds court." He was thrusting up into her hand. Her own wetness coated his cock and allowed her to easily slide from firm shaft to sensitive head sending waves of pleasure up his spine. "There in the court of the burning Lord you will find...your...destiny." He released into the air over and over and he felt the spatter of his seed fall all around and on him. Xia stood and looked down at Aaron. She licked the excess seed from her fingers. She bent down and gathered her fur from the ground. The fur covered her completely from shoulder to foot. She moved to pull the hood up but stopped in the midst of the motion. "Thank you Aaron." She turned and walked to fire. She pulled the cup from the boiling liquid without a sound and drank whatever came up with it. A hand pressed to her stomach she turned to look at Aaron again. "Goodbye, Aaron." The hand on her stomach retreated into the furs while the other pulled the hood up and obscured her face. She turned and walked out of the hut. Aaron was stunned for a second but quickly recovered and raced from the hut. The door opened into the forest. He was a few steps into the trees when he stopped, turned and saw only more forest. The hut, the barrow, and the whole clearing was lost. Gone. Like it never existed. Aaron looked down at his naked body and found a set of black clothing at his feet. He clothed himself in a suit of midnight. Black silk making up the pants and shirt. An onyx cloak, furred along the edges, wrapped around his shoulders. It smelled of Xia. A wind rose and caressed his cheek. A voice trailed on that wind. "Between here and the sea lies the great mountain of fire." Aaron thought for a moment and then spoke to the empty forest. As he did a sly grin grew on his face. "Why not?" Author Note: Looks like I lied. 3 parts it is. Sorry but I just couldn't let Aaron get away from Xia without saying goodbye. For those that care, I think Xia might make an appearance in the Smithson series. I like her.  Esa's Story Ch. 03 The view from the base of the mountain was spectacular. The top of the mountain seemed to glow red, competing with the dying oranges of the falling sun. The rocky body of the peak appeared almost purple here on the shadow side. No trees or shrubs grew along the incline to the top, but around the mountain a great forest outlined the land. A deep clear running river snaked around the east, terminating into a dark cave. The locals called it "Daralon's Asshole" because it belched sulfur and steam at regular intervals. Aaron had traveled many days to be here, and now that he'd arrived he felt a little cheated. He had lived with Xia, the witch of the barrow, for months. He knew what magic felt like, and this place, though a wonder of nature, held nothing of Xia's promise of destiny. He stood at the entrance to the cave listening to the gurgle of the flowing river and trying not to smell the things coming from deeper within. He was cloaked in his shadow garb. The black outfit, a gift from Xia, could mold itself to the darkness of night, and obscure his form in the shadows of dusk or dawn. Now it served only to keep him warm in the chilly evening of the mountain air. "She wouldn't have sent me here for nothing, and I doubt there are many other mountains this close to the sea. Courage lad. Destiny awaits." Aaron walked into the darkness of the cave. He walked until the light failed him. With no light to see he slipped into the chilled and dwindling river. The flowing water was his only guide to the contours of the black and stinking cave. As the width and depth of the river suddenly decreased he saw a glimmer of light that soon resolved itself into a circle of light at the end of the river. There the water circled and spun into a slight whirlpool. The light at the bottom of the whirlpool illuminated the cave and he saw that the cave ended here and the stinking gas came from the back walls. There the cave bled yellow and black smoke which trailed along the top of the cave in a reverse flow to the river. Seeing no other course but forward, Aaron dove into the swirling waters. In an instant of blinding light he was suddenly vomited out into a huge cavern. He had been ejected from a waterfall, which fell from a great height, into a boiling pool in a corner of the cavern. From this height the whole of the cavern was laid out before him. To the right were boiling pits of sulfur and fire that sent plumes of gas, which swirled in many colors, into the ceiling. There it collected, until some unseen source set them ablaze and illuminated the whole cavern as clearly as daylight. If daylight pulsed like a great heartbeat, that is. The cavern's left was a collection of lava pools each with a little hut adjoining the pool. The huts looked disturbingly like Xia's, yet they were constructed of shale and limestone instead of wood and straw. He saw no one moving but he felt they were inhabited. He wondered if all of them held bounty as great as Xia's hut. The thought made his mouth water. Directly opposite him was what could only be described as a fortress grown from the living stone. The many towers, walls and spires were all made of volcanic glass that gleamed in the pulsing light of the explosive cavern lights. The castle seemed to be all of one piece with the windows and doors like acid etched holes in the black glass. It spoke of power and time. It was the epitome of the lord of these fiery lands. The world of Daralon Onyx, Lord of the Deep Lands, King of Earth and Fire lay out before Aaron the Rogue and took his breath away. Or perhaps it was the thousand foot fall he was in the midst of that accounted for his lack of respiration? He hit the water below with a deafening crash and fell into unconsciousness as the boiling water washed over him. He thought this must be the stupidest way to die after coming so far. His last thoughts were of Xia, and how disappointed she must be. A tear escaped his eye even as the boiling liquid stole it away. Oblivion stole away Aaron's mind. He awoke in a warm bed of brown furs and feather pillows. His skin was prickly tight on his bones. He brought a hand to his face and felt dry skin and damp hair. He was obviously not recent from his fall into the boiling water but how much time had elapsed. The hut he was in was likely one of the shale hut's he'd seen at the height of the waterfall. The inside was well lit by sconces on the walls and only a single window, on his right, let in the pulsing light of the cavern outside. The furnishings were few but ornate. The bed he was in had four thick posts at each corner and had a large amount of silk draped between and around them. There was a wardrobe that acted as a separator between the bed and the rest of the dwelling. It was huge and made of oak, or something like it, for it was hue of red not found in any oak tree he knew of. The doors and handles were all inlaid with gold which swirled in fanciful designs and illustrations. There was a small circular table that could accommodate no more than two people. The table was furnished with a stark white table cloth and a silver candelabra that held no candles. The small kitchen at the far side was stocked with meat and supplies for five men. The bounty represented there made his mouth water and stirred him to action. He tried to rise from his but found that his arms and legs were bound to each other. Thinking himself a prisoner he struggled against his bonds, but the motion was enough to break them apart. He saw then that his bounds were in fact bandages that had been bound around his hands and feet. His shoes had been removed and shirt sleeves and pants legs rolled up around his knees and elbows respectively. He pulled at the bandages and freed his extremities. The skin of his hands and feet were pink and soft like that of a child. It felt tender also and hot to the touch. He gingerly put his feet on the ground of the hut, and found that he could stand. He marveled at the cool planked wood of the floor. It was cut to an exacting size that precisely fit the confines of the stone hut. It was something reserved for the truly epically rich, and here it was in a stone hut at the bottom of the world. He found his boots under the sill of the solitary window. He slid his feet into them, feeling the comfort of the well-worn apparel. He wiggled his feet around and looked out the window into the Deep Lands. Outside the window there was a little stretch of cave lined with various lichen and fungus, almost like a little garden. Just beyond that was a burning lake of molten rock. It bubbled and stewed through various shades of yellow and orange. The occasional stubborn rock floated to the surface only to eventually dissolve in the heat of that hell. As he stared into the outside looking for signs of life he almost didn't hear the slight creak of the opening door. Moving with practiced stealth and speed he slipped into the adjacent wardrobe and waited for an opportunity to escape this luxury cage. He heard someone come into the room and move to the kitchen at the far end of the hut. There was a grunt and the sound of a heavy load being dropped to the planked floor. The grunt sounded feminine to him and was soon followed by a woman's voice. "Hmm. Now then just a little water and we'll have everything...Oh dear. It seems I've lost my guest." The voice was of someone very young. Her voice was musical and seemed rather lighthearted for such a burning hell as the Deep Lands. He cracked the door a little in hopes of getting a look at her. A figure passed in front of him cloaked in white linen. She leaned down and took the discarded bandages into her hands. "It seems that my little butterfly has finally hatched from his cocoon. I wonder...?" She pulled the white hood down and her red hair unrolled from the neck. It wasn't the red he'd seen on women in the world above. This red burned and glowed with the fire of the Deep Lands. It was fire itself wrapped up in the waist long braid of the woman before him. The light from the hair pulsed in time with the illumination from the cavern outside. She turned away from him as she began to walk back to the kitchen side of the room. She was almost skipping as she went. Aaron felt a little ashamed at his natural response to such innocence. Only a little though. The young woman began to talk to herself as she paced around the room. "He couldn't have wandered to far....maybe much closer than one might THINK!" With her final words the whole of the wardrobe was pushed over long ways so that it fell covering the window, but leaving the door facing out into the room. The sudden shifting motion threw Aaron from his hiding space. He wound up sprawled on the floor in a pile of women's clothing. Most of it the same white cotton with gold trim as the cloak the woman was wearing. Feeling the fool, he sat up and pulled some of the clothing from his shoulders and lap. The last piece he pulled from his head and came away with a garment he didn't recognize. It was a silvery silk material. There were holes, like for legs and yet the garment was not symmetrical in the way that pants would be, and entirely too small. Small....almost as if... "Those are my small clothes and not for you, my little drowned rat." A hand reached out and snatched the garment from Aaron. He looked to its owner and almost gasped. She was maybe a hand shorter than his two stride. She dressed all in white starting with the white cloak with gold designs hanging from her shoulders, and closed by a gold and silver pendant in the shape of a turtle. The cloak covered her only other piece of clothing. A green material, like the color of the sea, was cut into a tabard and embroidered with silver. The garment did little to cover her and left the sides of her body exposed if not for the cloak. The neck line of the tabard also showed a delectable amount of cleavage from two large breasts beneath. On the chest of the garment was sewn the symbol of the turtle, but this turtle also had the shape of a candle inside its shell. None of this is what took Aaron's breath away. The woman herself was the cause of his loss of respiration. The woman had skin like he had only ever seen on Xia. Smooth like a new born child with no hair to speak of. Pale and white like new fallen snow. Aaron wanted to taste and feel at every joint and bend. On her head was the glowing red hair. It ran from her crown down to some unknown length behind her in a single braid. What brought him up short were the legs. Oh gods above and below her legs. Like living porcelain they started on the earth and ascended to hidden heights. Fit and tight, but with some slight jiggle, her body floored him. Her feet were bare and wriggled on the wooden floor in her fury. The wriggling set the tendons and muscles of her ankles and calves to flexing causing Aaron's own body to flex. The tabard covered the blessing between her thighs but it was not wide enough to cover the expanse of her wide hips or the mirror of the silken garment that had previously anointed Aaron's head. His eyes couldn't seem to get past that beautiful line of silver on her exposed hip and he craned his head a little to see if he could catch a glimpse of rump that might be behind those thighs. Then there was a pattering sound. He glanced down to see the beautiful little foot tapping on the ground. "Little drowned rat can't seem to meet my eyes? Up here if you please vermin?" Aaron tore himself somehow from hip and leg to look up into the stormy eyes of the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The mixture of blue, green and gold suspended in the solid white of her eyes dazzled him. The piercing gaze pulled the best smile he could manage in his current condition. Her face was almond shaped which gave her slight chin more point than expected. Her lips were full and red, painted by some means unknown to Aaron. Her nose was thin and with only a slight upward turn. The stormy eyes were large in their settings left and right of the nose all of which held a youthful glow in the pulsing light of her red hair. "What are you looking at? Fresh from your sick bed and it seems you've already have thoughts of over exerting yourself." "My lady might I ask your name?" "Oh what's this? He speaks and has some manors about him, if meager. When I fished you from the Water's Fall you spoke little but murmurings of madness about stealing fire from the Deep Lands." "Aye my lady, if I was silent in our first meeting it was only because I was stunned by your beauty, and I would not speak of thievery when I am the guest in the home of my savior." She smiled at his response, and the sternness of her face slipped a little. She stopped her tapping foot. She extended her hand to him and helped him to his feet. As he stood she took a moment to look him up and down. She took one of his hands and held it up to her face. She turned it around and looked at the sensitive skin. "My word it seems you have healed. When I pulled you from that boiling water you were all burns and blisters from foot to crown. Now it seems that you are all but healed. Just a little flush to the touch. Are you a child of Daralon Onyx? You wear his colors." She indicated the black clothing which was Xia's parting gift to him. "Nay, my nameless lady, these were a gift from someone whom I have long been parted. I am no kin to the King of Earth and Fire. If you pulled me from the boiling water then I wonder if you yourself call him kin?" "In a way. I am his sworn concubine. All those who dwell among these burning lakes are. Though I am...un-bedded. I have become 18 years of age two days gone. On the morrow he will come to me and I will be wedded to him body and soul." "You seem well cared for my lady." Aaron spoke carefully, feeling that they were speaking of a sensitive issue. She looked at him then with anger in her eyes. She whispered her response, "Yes. The prize calf in a field of cows." "I'm sorry my lady I did not catch your words." "My lord Onyx sees after all his...possessions with great care." "You do seem well cultivated Lady of Mystery." She turned back to him with none of the sadness or hopelessness from her previous statement. "You do bandy words rogue. What brings you so far from the realms of men?" He was glad to return some humor to her, but hearing her call him rogue made him ache for Xia. A hard thing to yearn for something that could never be his again. Xia. His Barrow Witch. Her forest eyes. His rescuer tipped his head up to gaze into her stormy eyes. Who was this woman, he thought. "Are you truly well black rogue?" "Truly, my lady. Not all wounds are seen on the body." "Perhaps some food will restore this wound to your spirit if my company is not enough." "Am I to go a whole meal and not know my hostess's name?" "Very well. I am Esmer." "I am Aaron, your humble servant, Mistress Esmer. She prepared a simple meal of meat and vegetables. She put two candles into the candelabra on the table. The lit instantly. Aaron and Esmer ate at the table and spoke of their lives. Aaron meant to hold back his life of thieving and his troubles with women, but her stormy eyes beguiled him and he spoke the truth without thinking. Xia was all he could hold back. He still told her of the barrow witch and the many trials she set him on. He did not speak of love, or of long nights by the fire in her arms. Looking across at her, he thought she must sense something of his heartbreak. Her eyes had become...well he would say smoky if it weren't so on the nose as it were. He realized that his story might be the first word of the world outside this cave she had heard in years. Maybe the first ever. She was beautiful and lonely. Aaron loved that in his women. She took hold of the conversation. She spoke of being born in the world of men to a simple woman. A healer who lived in the forest, and could do miraculous things with herb and clean water. She had ministered to the surrounding villages and taught Esmer all that she had to teach, both of magic and the land. In her thirteenth year they had one and only visitor. Daralon Onyx knocked on their door like a guest come for tea. A man in form and yet not. His skin is the crystalline black of volcanic glass. His body is hairless with a sprig of green emerald coming from his chin to make a goatee. He wore a single red tunic of velvet. His fingers were all adorned with rings and a crown of some glowing metal adorned his head. His wrists and ankles held silver bracelets. When he came to the door, Esmer had screamed until her mother came running to her side. After quieting Esmer, her mother greeted the King of Earth and Fire like an old acquaintance. She served him dinner in their little hut, and held conference with him over things great and small. When they were done her mother took him to her bed. There was nowhere for Esmer to go, so she was hustled outside to sleep under the stars. She heard her mother crying out his name, and moan for more long into the night. In the morning, the Lord of the Deep Lands came out into the light holding his tunic. His glistening black body was awe inspiring. He was perfection carved in black glass. Even his manhood was titanic. Her body responded with desire even though she was too young to really understand what she was feeling, but it was mixed with dread. He turned his black eyes on her. "You have bled? As a woman does." The thirteen year old Esmer nodded truthfully to the living god. "We leave in one hour. I will wait at the river." Esmer ran into the hut to find her mother naked, and crying into her black furs. Esmer could see the hair on her arms and legs curling away to ash. "Mother I don't want to go with him. I want to stay here with you, in the forest." "Esmer. I'm so sorry. Last night I bought you five years. Five years to live in peace, though it will be in his land. I made a deal long before you were born, that I would give him my body for a piece of his power. I didn't know that our union would bear fruit, let alone a daughter who I would love so dearly. I have spent these thirteen years trying to find some way to save you, but this is all I have." "If he is my father then, why? Why would he want to take me?" "All his "wives" are his own progeny. It makes him stronger somehow. He fills them with his power and then takes it back after it has grown and germinated inside him. He gives with a kiss. He takes with his manhood. Remember the rules Esmer. I promise, I won't ever stop trying to save you." Esmer went to the river and found the black King steaming there. He was dressed in his red tunic and letting the water run over him. It splashed into steam almost immediately. She walked to him. Stood in the river next to him. He bent down and kissed her. She didn't fight him. She wanted the power. She let it fill her. It burned her from the inside out, and she saw the hair on her arms burn away. She felt it burn away from under her arms and between her legs. Then she saw the hair that hung in front of her face begin to pulse with light. She felt that pulsing in her heart and felt it mirrored in the body of the King of Earth and Fire. That was the first day of the last five years. At the end of her story Esmer had the beginning of tears in her stormy eyes. Those tears were enough for Aaron. A rogue he might be but the crimes of the Lord of the Deep Lands put even him to shame. Aaron needed to think. To find some way to hurt a god. Esmer went to the window and righted the wardrobe with one hand. Aaron took note that he needed to avoid angering his new mistress's prodigious strength. Aaron also hadn't noticed the light from the sconces slowly fading leaving them in almost total darkness, if not for the pulsing light her hair. Esmer looked outside. The pulsing light of the exploding gases from before was gone, and only a deep blackness could be seen. The light from her hair hadn't stopped, but the intensity of the glow had decreased. Esa's Story Ch. 03 "Shall we retire? Will the floor bother you? You've taken up my bed these last two nights and I'm ready to take it up again." She stretched as she spoke. Trying to work out some kink or cramp in her body. "Whatever you have to offer, I will gladly accept my mistress." "Mistress? That's quite a tongue you have rogue. Tell me true, are you here to steal from my godly husband?" "I am. Someone told me I'd find fire here. Fire I'd have to take. Fire that would be my destiny." "Hmm good. I hope you can hurt him. I'll tell you, the earth does not cry tears. It is all patience and fury. Be wary in these lands." She pulled a fur and a pillow from her bed and arranged them on the ground. Bending to arrange the furs gave Aaron an excellent view of her thick ass underneath the thin material of the tabard. He wanted to save this girl. She was long into womanhood, and the bastard king had been letting her sit here, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He stepped up beside her as she straightened from the furs. He put his hand on her lower back and kissed her on the cheek before she could look at him. "For your kindness, mistress." She smiled. It was like watching the sun birthed into the gloom of the darkening room. "You have some cheek. I hope I did...what my mother would have." Her smile remained but it was tinged with sadness now. She patted his cheek and walked over to the table where the lit candles were providing the only light in the room that didn't come from her body. He laid down on the furs and folded his arms behind him, between his head and the pillow. She smiled and then turned and blew out the candles. The effect was electric. It sent shivers running up and down Aaron's spine. Without the added light, the slow pulsing of Esmer's red hair seemed to set her form a fire. The bar of light created by her braid seemed to refract around her. It penetrated her simple tunic and showed him every curve of her fine body. She was glory wrapped in human frailty. Aaron was very concerned he might be in love. She walked around him and behind him to get into her bed. The silk that connects the four posts had been pulled down to encapsulate the bed. Aaron sighed and got comfortable. He racked his brain for any idea on what to do in the morning, but he had no strategy or bit of guile to use against a god. At some point he succumb to sleep. He dreamed. He saw Xia sitting on the barrow of his former home. She was naked and beautiful. She was crying. Aaron ran to her. She whispered in his ear. "Remember the rules." He awoke with a start. Xia's sobs were echoing in his mind. No. The sobs were in the room. He stood slowly and peered over the edge of the bed. She had shed her tabard at some point and pulled her hair from its braid. Her beautiful naked body was laid out in the burning red gold of her hair. She was crying with a hand over her eyes. She was obviously doing her best to stay quiet. For his sake, he realized. He stood up and walked to the side of her bed. She didn't notice him until he sat on the mattress next to her. She moved to cover her nakedness but he caught her wrist. He turned it and kissed her palm. "Esmer. I wish I could do something. I'd take you with me. I will take you with me." "You can't my rogue. My drowned rat." She smiled at him. "There's nothing to be done. You can't fight a god. I wish I could help you. Show you what you could take from him that would hurt him. My sisters and I, are all he owns that isn't earth and stone, flame and fire. Nothing of value to a mortal. Nothing he doesn't have an infinite supply of." "Your concern breaks my heart. You are so beautiful." He kissed her palm again and now stroked her arm from wrist to elbow. "He may have bought you, but he doesn't deserve you. I wish I could show you the true value of what you are." "And what am I, Aaron Sneakthief?" "My heart. Your my own beating heart." She pulled him down and their lips met. Aaron felt himself melt. Felt her warmth mingle with his. He pressed his tongue to her lips and they opened. Her lips were warm but her tongue was a burning brand. They struggled in the midst of their shared breath. The heat of their mouths mingled and rolled with the motion of their tongues. It pulsed with her pulse. It pulsed with his. Somewhere in the middle of their kiss the pulsing merged and tangled together. It rolled down his throat and settled into his heart. The heat turned to a shining string, a tether between them. He could feel her heart beat in synch with his. He broke the kiss, and left them both breathing hard. "Esmer did you feel something?" "Oh aye. I did indeed." She sat up and pulled him onto the bed as she did. Her strength was tremendous. He found himself in the middle of her bed with a beautiful women leaning over him. She straddled over his stomach and pulled his shirt apart. The sounds of buttons falling to the wooden ground were lost on Aaron as he was smothered in another kiss from Esmer. As they kissed she snaked her hands through the remains of his shirt until he was bare from the waist up. She broke their kiss but rained them down on his chest. She moved lower pausing only to lick each of his nipples. His hands were lost in the curls of her hair as he watched the glowing head of his new lover move slowly down his chest. "Esmer. Are you sure? He's a god. He'll know." She looked up at him from her position just above his waist. Her stormy eyes reflected the burning red gold of her hair. "Aaron I want to be with a man. A real flesh and blood man. I saw my mother. Saw what he did to her, how he ruined her. I want to know, before I'm his property forever. There's something between us. I felt it when I saw you drowning at the bottom of the boiling pool. Give me what I need." "I think, you should take it, mistress." Her white teeth glistened in a smile just before they sank into his belt and pulled it loose. He wriggled his ass to help her as she pulled his pants down and off of him. She found him with no small clothes beneath and his manhood quickly rising to meet her. She let her long nails scrape lightly along his sensitive seeds while her other hand gripped his length and stroked up and down. "Is it good Aaron." "Yes, mistress please...more." She licked his cock from the exposed flesh above her hand to the crowning red head. She swirled her tongue around and under the edge of his cock. Aaron moaned as his hips thrust upward into her stroking hand and swirling tongue. As he came down from this new sensation her lips followed him and then parted over the head. She set her teeth over the edge of the head of his cock and worked her tongue all over his sensitive crown. Her other hand increased its pace. Suddenly she released him and he felt the coolness of the air on his wet cock. He looked into her eyes to see that she was still smiling. "Are you sure you haven't done this before, Esmer?" "I take it your enjoying yourself?" She licked him root to crown and started stroking even faster. "Oh Esmer. You just might be the death of me." She returned to licking his cock as she stroked him. Now her other hand began to massage his seeds. She returned her mouth to covering what flesh wasn't being stroked by her hand. After a few minutes she felt his seeds try to pull up into him. "Are you close rogue?" "Aye mistress...soo close..." She let her whole hand cup his wrinkled sack and massaged them with her palm as she stroked faster and faster. He finally released with a growl of her name. Her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and caught every drop of spent cum. As he lay sweating in her bed, he felt her climb up his body, though he didn't have the strength to raise his head. Eventually her face peeked into his field of vision and her open mouth showed the proof of her recent activities. She blessed him with another kiss and he could taste himself. It was shocking. Not even Xia had done anything this outrageous in their many nights in the forest. He liked it. The shock was enough to put some energy in him. He gripped her shoulders and flipped their positions in the bed so that he was on top of her. "I think I am done letting you have your way mistress. I think I'll have a piece for myself now." He latched onto her right nipple, trying to take as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. He right hand massaged her other breast and began to roll the nipple there between thumb and forefinger. She cooed to him and fingers found their way into his hair. He felt her nails there and they encouraged him to drink deeper of her bosom. Eventually he came up for air releasing her nipple. He blew a thin stream of air on it and watched it change from hard to diamond. She moaned and her own hand began to massage the breast and tweak at her nipple. "How have I been here so long and yet never tasted of this bounty?" "You have such a way with words rogue, but now is not a time for words." "As you say mistress. So shall it be." His mouth attacked her other breast, but his hands now went south to between her legs. He slid his hand between and came down on the top of her folds. Her reaction was immediate. She rolled her hips up to meet his hands, causing his index finger to go further south and mingle with her womanhood. He dipped briefly into her and found wetness there. He brought the finger up and tasted her. She cooed at him and in response he kissed her, in an effort to share her taste. His fingers returned to her folds, rubbing at the top and sides, increasing her wetness as Xia had taught him. "More Aaron. I need more." He nearly dove between her legs. He held himself back for a few kisses to thigh and the skin surrounding the folds, but when his tongue finally got a true taste of her he pressed himself in as deeply as his tongue could reach. Her musk filled his nose and he felt himself stiffen. He stroked himself slowly, stoking his lust. His mouth moved up to the top of her mound. His tongue quested for the little nub buried in her flesh. His fingers had replaced his questing tongue and he pressed into her. His fingers twisted and bent as his tongue wrapped itself around her small harness. He curled his fingers as he pulled them in and out of her. They called her pleasure forth. Beckoned it with their motion. She came. The tension arrived first. Her body contracted around his fingers which stayed deep inside her, pulling against the suction of her tunnel. Then a moan escaped her lips, and it dragged on as the rest of her body tensed to the vibration of her mound. Her hands rose up and each took a nipple while pressing the flesh of her breasts together. The moan turned into a scream. The scream turned into his name. Aaron. The juices ran over his fingers and hands. His tongue and mouth gathered as much of her cream as it could before he felt fingernails pull at his head. He followed her hands back up her body. They stopped at her breasts, where his hands joined them, in caressing those delicious globes. His head returned to hers where he went to kiss her but instead she licked around his mouth, taking what remained of her own juices. He laid over her and pressed his stiffened cock at the entrance to her cunt. He kissed her, almost chastely, pulling back only to ask a question he hoped he knew the answer to. "Are you ready my lady? There can be no preparation for this." "I am my rogue. Will you go slowly? I need to remember this. A long memory. For all the years that come after." "I am your servant in all things." He pressed into her so that only the first inch of the head of his cock was inside her. She sucked in a breath and braced herself. He held himself there, torturing them both. Finally he rolled his hips left and right moving the head of his cock around in the very entrance of her. He stretched the flesh there and Esmer wrapped her legs around him in response. He pushed back against her but with her great strength he knew she could easily over power him. Instead of slamming into him she moderated her strength and resulted in a torturous push and pull with only the barest of Aaron managing to penetrate her. Strangely it was her eagerness that was trying pull him in, and Aaron the one pressing against burying himself inside her welcoming loins. When a finger length of Aaron had been pulled into her Esmer eased her strength and held him at that length within her. "How much more of you is there rogue?" Aaron looked down and showed her and estimate with thumb and fore finger. Her eyes widened and before Aaron could assure her, the legs wrapped around his back pulled him into her. His immediate reaction was an exhalation of breath at the sudden encapsulating heat along the breadth and length of his cock. Esmer was arching her back and her body was shaking against him. He realized that she had climaxed from the sudden penetration. Not wanting to disturb her experience, he moved his arms under her arched back just above the buttocks and then simply breathed onto the flesh of her belly. As she slowly relaxed back to the bed, Aaron pulled her into a sitting position and began to thrust into her with tortuous slow speed. Esmer moaned as she leaned back into this arms. The motion pushed her down his cock as he thrust into her. Aaron began to bite at her nipples and changed the direction of his thrusting as he moved from right to left and back again. Esmer wrapped her fingers into his hair and held him there. Aaron picked up speed with his thrusting. There was now a wet slapping sound filling their ears as their bodies met beneath them. She started to meet his thrusting motion with her own. She dropped her hands from his hair and bound them behind his head. As she bounced on his cock, her eyes locked with his. "You fit me so well rogue. Can this really be happening?" "I never want it to end. Your body is so sweet. Esmer! I'm so close. I want to release inside you." "Yes. Give me everything you have. I want it all. I don't want to stop. Oh gods it's happening again. My body is on fire." As she began to shudder on top of his thrusting cock, her hair stopped its pulsing red color and began to shine in a steady light. The red became the strength of a rising sun. He stormy eyes glowed with power and her voice cried out for more and more pleasure. Aaron felt their connection growing. He felt their mingled power thickening and joining between their two hearts. He pushed into her faster and harder while doing everything in his power to prolong their experience. "Aaron! Oh gods what's happening to your hair? It's shining and glorious. Don't stop Aaron. Please don't stop. Please just keep fucking me!" Aaron didn't register her words. He was fully occupied with the process of pressing into this woman over and over. He felt his seeds pull up into him and with a primal shout he forced himself as deep into Esmer as her body would allow. The tip of his cock was so hot and it burned with his release as streams of his seed fired into her deepest point. He pulled her close as his body shook with release. He nuzzled at her neck. Esmer wrapped her arms around him and laid her head against the top of his. She stroked the top of his head. "Thank you Aaron. Oh I never knew it could be like that. It makes what's going to happen tomorrow all the more awful." She sniffled some and pulled him to her tighter. "I hope you don't regret me Esmer. I will do whatever I can to save you." "No. No regrets my rogue. Not about this." "Esmer. I can't let you go now that I have you. Your mine now. He can't have you." He felt actual emotion in his voice. He really meant what he was saying. He didn't think it was possible that he could feel like this so soon after Xia. Something about Esmer and the strange connection they have was almost more real than his feelings for the barrow witch. "I know you want to Aaron, but you can't fight a god. Especially not here in his own lands. A few more hours is all we can have now. Then you must flee. He will be here in the morning. If he finds you here, I cannot even imagine his wrath." "Somehow....I know there must be a way." Esmer pulled him into the bed and laid him down next to her. She stroked his head until eventually they fell asleep. Neither noticed that the pulsing glow had not returned to her hair. Neither woke until the pulsing glow had returned to the cavern outside. Aaron awoke with a start, and the pulsing glow of the outside filled him with fear. He turned to shake Esmer awake but froze when he saw the giant form of the King of Earth and Fire standing on Esmer's side of the bed. He was easily eight feet tall. His body was formed of one solid piece of volcanic glass. A single green emerald grew from his chin and gleamed as if freshly polished. A single ribbon of gold wrapped around his brow. His wrists were covered by silver bracelets. He was also very naked. His massive onyx cock was easily as long as Aaron's entire arm and hung down between the god's legs. There was no sign of testacies but then it was hard to observe anything other than the monster organ between the massive legs of the Lord of the Deep Lands. Aaron felt all hope drain from him. He prepared himself for one fruitless attack against the living embodiment of the planet. Daralon Onyx was looking down at Esmer and seemingly taking no notice of Aaron. The god bent down and took a body long sniff of the sleeping Esmer. The large intake of air finally woke the sleeping girl. The god had a look of consternation as Esmer awoke. "Aaron! What are you doing!? You have to get out of here before..." Words died in her mouth as she saw the living god next to her bed. When he spoke, Aaron thought it was like listening to the death of a mountain. "Esmer Witchkin, it seems your mother made good on her promise. You are no longer what I require." The god walked to the end of the bed then turned and addressed the both of them. "You have both somehow gained some small portion of my power. I see the manipulations of my old love the Barrow Witch in this. You rogue, you will mark me." Aaron managed some squeaking syllables that didn't ever manage to become words. "Aaron is your name. I name you Aaron Firethief. This one is yours now. You will treat my daughter well. Her wellbeing is your only concern, as of this moment, until your bones rest beneath the earth. Know that Fire and Earth will answer your call, now that some measure of my essence is within you, but if you stray from my child and find your cock in another, all my gifts will leave you. You have until the end of today to leave this place." The god turned and walked out the door of the shale hut. Aaron turned to Esmer with shock and disbelief on his face and saw it mirrored there. "Esmer, what is your mother's name?" "Xia. My mother's name is Xia."