2 comments/ 9280 views/ 2 favorites Tylarah FireWynd Ch. 01 By: NanashiKuro Tylarah FireWynd walked down the isle of the deserted train, wearing her robes over her usual clothes and carrying a shoulder bag. She hated having to get human transport to portals around the country, it took that long and there were the non-magical people to contend with sometimes. Why would they not hurry up and teach her how to make her own, like she had seen so many other Witches doing? She sighed deeply as she passed yet another empty compartment. Seeing as she had nowhere else to be, she had decided to get onto the train early so that she could get in a little reading in peace before they set off. She walked down the train quickly, with nobody else anywhere near; she had no reason to stop. As she arrived at the very back of the train she stepped into the very last compartment and sat down on the end of the seat nearest to the window. Tylarah settled herself into the bench seat as best she could, pulling her robes tighter around her. Looking out of the window, the London sky was grey and depressing. Yawning loudly, Tylarah decided that it was probably no use to bother reading her book. She had not been sleeping properly for the last two weeks and despite the fact that the bench seat appeared anything but comfortable, in her current state, it looked very inviting. So, she curled herself up into a small, black ball and settled in for a peaceful sleep before the train started to fill up. * * * Bane Farlight was drawing to then end of his usual round of the carriages on the train. He was a snake, of the purest, but most unintelligent kind. A Witch with the gift to bend light to his will, he wasted it being a petty criminal and general dogsbody to just about anyone willing to pay. He had partaken of his usual petty thieving from some travellers, and fleecing others with cheap parlour tricks that barely took an ounce of his powers. Now he came to the last carriage and to the last compartment. Sliding back the frosted glass door, he revealed only two empty seats. But no, there was somebody there, in the corner. Whomever they were, they were curled up on the seat and quite clearly sleeping. This was an opportunity that he simply could not resist, and he would not even have to use his invisibility. He slid into the compartment quietly and approached the figure on the seat. Looking at the figure, he could tell that it was a young woman, but he could not see her face. No matter who she was, she must have something in her bag that was of value. He knelt down in front of her and pulled her shoulder bag out from beneath the seat. This ought to have something of interest. He rummaged through the bag, finding the usual; lipstick, a broken mirror, a middle of the range mobile phone and, hold on; here was something a little more interesting. Just as his fingers stroked the rough texture of a small, ancient red leather-bound book and he spied a sealed roll of pale blue parchment in the bag, a voice came from right above his head. "I'd leave that where it is if I were you," the woman had woken and was staring right at him. Farlight leaped backwards into the seat opposite and landed in a slightly crumpled heap on the floor of the train. "I... thought, I... you were asleep," he stammered "Clearly," the girl said calmly, unfolding her legs "Oh, its you, Farlight. And just what did you think that you could take from my bag?" "I... I..." Farlight stammered then recovered and got to his feet, dusting himself off and attempting to recover an ounce of dignity. "I wasn't doing anything, so don't try and threaten me," "You might be able to scare the humans and be able to threaten most of the Magic community with things that your slime ball family have found out over the years, but you have nothing on me. You can't scare me, Farlight," Tylarah said sternly, standing up to face him. She was a head taller than he, but it did not seem to bother him in the slightest. She stepped right up to him and stared down into his pale, blue eyes. "Well, what are you going to do to stop me?" he challenged her, "You wouldn't dare do anything," "Really," Tylarah raised an eyebrow, "Then you obviously don't know me," she moved smoothly over to the door of the compartment and blocked Farlight's exit. "Get out of my way!" Farlight protested, moving towards her with his fists clenched. "Why, what are you going to do to me?" Tylarah remained cool. "I'll... I'll," he reached into his robes for something to improvise as a weapon but Tylarah stopped him by putting her hand on his. With her other hand, she closed the compartment door with a small click. She pulled him towards her a little more and stared up into his eyes. "You'll be the one that gets in trouble if this gets out. I'm the innocent party here," she said teasingly, feigning innocence "What makes you think that I wouldn't tell anyone, after all, it would be the right thing to do," "You... what?" Farlight struggled to find the words, then stopped for a moment to think, "Alright, what do I have to do to keep you quiet?" "Hmm, that would be quite a bit," "How much? My family can afford any amount that you can name," "Please!" said Tylarah, offended, "Do you really think that I want something as vulgar as money? I'm not as shallow as you, Farlight," "Okay," Farlight sounded a little confused, "What do you want then?" Tylarah was thinking. She had Bane Farlight here, on his own and helpless and she could get him to do anything that she wanted to. As he looked up at her, she felt something strange happen. She felt herself slipping into his eyes. Those blue eyes. Like pools of pure water. His mousy hair and average looking features seemed to swim out of focus the longer she looked into his eyes. She could feel a flutter in her stomach as she realised that Farlight was not quite as repulsive as she had first thought. The longer she looked at him, the more she realised that there were more qualities that surely many a woman had missed. His long nose, which, at first sight, had seemed to make him look like the rat he was, now seemed to set off the rest of his long face. She realised that with his slightly pointed chin and high forehead, he had the look of a lost generation of nobility about him. Perhaps when he said his family used to be great he was not just bullshitting. The flutter moved down between her legs and turned into a light burning. Her pulse began to race as she smiled down into his pale face. Tylarah's pussy began to throb as she thought of what she was going to do. It was perfect. He needed to pay her back and she had not had a man in a long time. Too long. Tylarah moved her hand from the door to Farlight's shoulder. Then she moved it up to stroke his neck and then into his messy hair. Scrunching her hand into his hair, she pulled his head towards her own and brought his mouth onto hers. They kissed deeply, their tongues darting around each other. Farlight's hands began to wonder, one up into Tylarah's hair and the other around over her waist and down onto her sweet, firm ass to pull her into him further. She could feel his cock hardening as she kissed him deeper. Then she stopped. She looked down into his eyes again and smiled devilishly, pushing him backwards and further into the compartment. Farlight did not know what to expect as Tylarah smiled at him. He felt himself being pushed down by his shoulders and forced to kneel on the floor of the carriage. Tylarah sat down on the seat right in front of him, opening her legs slowly. She motioned for Farlight to come closer to her and he did so. He reached out and began to work his way up from her ankles with his hands, gently stroking her legs. When he reached her thighs, he carefully lifted her robes over his head and disappeared under them. Tylarah delighted at the constant surprises from her not being able to see Farlight beneath her robes. First he kissed her thighs, tickling them with his tongue and teasing her. Then he moved on, pushing up her black denim skirt, to her pussy, stroking it through her underwear first with his fingers, then gently with his tongue. Tylarah could feel her pulse in her pussy now, throbbing beneath Farlight's touch. He knew that she was enjoying it more than she was letting on, so he stopped licking her, and reached up to pull down her knickers. He made sure than he did it slowly, and it worked perfectly because Tylarah moaned a little, high from his touch and desperate for more. He gave in as soon as her underwear hit the floor of the other side of the carriage. Farlight stroked Tylarah's pussy gently again with his fingers, then parted her lips and slowly reached right onto her clit with his warm tongue. She was wet already with anticipation and as he licked deeper, tasting her juice like a fine wine, he could feel her writhing on the seat above him. Farlight moved his tongue quicker and he heard Tylarah's moans become louder over the constant noise of the moving train. She began to arch her back against the seat and Farlight knew that she was going to come right at that moment. So he stopped licking her pussy quickly, and instead pushed his tongue into her as far as he could. Tylarah squealed in ecstasy as she felt his tongue go through her soft opening and into her. Farlight had a long tongue, and he knew how to use it. Tylarah came hard with Farlight's tongue inside her, her muscles forcing him out. Farlight jumped a little, but then started to lap gently at her juices for a few seconds before he gave her one last lick, right up the whole of her pussy and making her shiver as he reached her clit. He then emerged from under her robes, licking his lips like he had just enjoyed a good meal of her. "You taste better than you look," he said playfully as he stood over her. "Really?" asked Tylarah, slightly breathlessly, but still with her token playful tone, "Well then, you'll just have to let me have a taste too," At that, she stood quickly and grabbed Farlight by the hair again, forcing her tongue into him and tasting her juices all over his mouth. She did taste good, but she would never admit that to Farlight, she would never agree with the slime ball. No matter how good he was. Tylarah FireWynd Ch. 02 When Farlight had left (with a suspicious bulge in his trousers that she was sure he would never admit was because of her), Tylarah settled back down onto the bench seat. She still needed more sleep, and it was a long journey up to the portal in Kendal. It was a damned good job it was not too far from the train station there, or she would have gone crazy. She had to get back to her house in Leithwaite, a fairly quiet suburb of Rithran, the magical city where just about every witch on her plane of existence lived. It was accessible only by portal, as it had been suspended in another dimension by the Mage Lords centuries ago. Tylarah spent a lot of time in the human world for a Witch, she supposed it was because she was so used to living there. She had only recently discovered that she was a Witch, when her powers had been tapped by an argument in her local bar. It was a complete surprise to her at the time, though looking back now; she could see that she had her powers all through her life. Tylarah was always gifted with being able to start small fires easily and keep the campfire under control but she never guessed that she had the magical control of two elements, which was a rare gift, even among the Magic community. Fire and Wind, hence why she changed her name once she found out. Well, it was tradition in the magical community, and it sounded rather more magical than just "Jennings". It had scared her when her powers revealed their full extent. She had been arguing with a letch bastard in a bar, after he had been trying to feel her up all night. Tylarah had raised her hand and pointed right in his face while she shouted every reason why men were all worthless at him. The man had virtually wet himself and backed off quickly as she reached the height of her fury. Tylarah had sat back down on her barstool feeling rather proud of herself, once the man had fled from the bar. Putting her hand up to call the barman over and get herself another shot, she had seen her hand. It was glowing with a purple flame like she had never seen before, but it was not burning her hand. It did not even feel any warmer than the rest of the bar. It took her about five more seconds to get out of the bar and back into her car. Tylarah had sat there for a full half an hour, staring at her hand. The purple flame had disappeared, but she could not help but keep staring in disbelief. She popped out of her trance with a thought, she could not drive home like this, too much drink and a shock of her life would not make her the best driver in the world. So she had climbed out of her car, locked it and hailed a taxi. Tylarah had returned to her house in what seemed like the blink of an eye, she had threw her handbag on the sofa and sat down heavily beside it, still thinking. The thoughts had been spinning around her head like a blender, mixing together and ending up with a stew of words that only served to confuse her more. She needed something to distract her. Television. She had set the TV blaring, and sat, watching it without taking anything in for Gods-know how long. No matter how hard she tried, she could not think of any sort of explanation for what happened that was even remotely grounded in logic and reason. Tylarah had still yet to figure out what exactly it was that had brought her out of the trance in front of the television back then. There was just some sort of thing that had clicked in her mind, and told her that she had to get a grip, and listen. "I suppose it was a bit of a shock," the voice came from behind her, and it was impossibly smooth. Spinning round and somehow managing to stand at the same time, Tylarah looked at the man standing in her kitchenette. The first thing about him that hit her was the blackness of him. All of his clothes, his hair and even his eyes, were blacker than the darkest night she had ever seen. "What the fuck are you doing in here? And how the hell did you get in anyway!?" she screamed at him in one long breath. "Calm yourself, I mean you no harm," the man continued. He leant up from her kitchen table, and paced a few steps forwards. "It must have scared you half to death. It certainly shocked us," "What scared me? Nothing scared me! Who do you mean 'us'?" "My, you do ask a lot of questions, don't you? I suppose you will want answers though, its understandable," "Damn right!" was the only thing that Tylarah could think to shout at the man. He had clearly not been attempting to rape or rob her, but Gods knew what his agenda was. She wanted answers, and she wanted them now. "Well," the man begun, "first off, I am Shyrrick. And you, my dear, are a Witch." He paused for a while to let that little nugget sink in. Tylarah remained standing, and blinked for a while. "What? You never thought that it was strange how you could feel the fires that you made? You never thought it strange how you liked windy days, and never felt the cold?" "Well, I... I," she stammered, faltered and frowned. "True, it has come late for you, but it is the truth. You must learn to accept your gift, or it is you that shall become the danger." Shyrrick approached Tylarah, holding out one hand he said: "You will have to trust me, if you wish to see proof," "Why should I? You're just some creepy guy that's broken into my house! You're just about the last person that I would trust at the minute." She began to seethe a little. How dare this man invade her privacy, her home, and tell her that she was some sort of magical freak. She could feel a heat begin to rage inside her, the same as when she had been shouting at the letch in the bar. Shyrrick stepped further towards her and she instantly put up her fists to protect herself. That self-defence course would come in handy after all. "Don't come near me!" she shouted, "I have training," "My dear, do you honestly think that I would try and take you on with physical violence. No, no, I wouldn't try something so, hmmm, primitive. Besides, look at your hands, is that not proof enough?" "Wha?!" Tylarah's hands had been enveloped in the same purple fire that had first so scared her in the bar. "What is this?" she demanded of Shyrrick. "Like I said, you are a Witch. And that, is magic. Your magic, to be precise." He moved, gracefully, over to her sofa as she backed away, again staring at her hands in disbelief. He had sat down on her sofa as she backed into the wall and slumped down it, her hands in front of her face. As she reached the floor, she had looked towards him. Shyrrick was sat back on her sofa, with his legs neatly crossed at the knee and his fingers arched. "Now are you going to listen to me? Yes, good." He said, his voice never wavering. Tylarah sat on her floor, the cold of it focusing her mind as she listened to every word Shyrrick said to her as he explained what she had become. His smooth voice was soothing as he told her of the ancient powers that lay in certain humans, and how, when they were awakened, the humans became Witches. He told her that although it was unusual for a woman of her age to reveal her powers now, as it usually happened during their teens, it was not entirely unheard of. He also told her that is was unusual for someone to have control over two elements like she did. As he explained what Rithran was, and how to get there, who lived there and what they all did. Basically, he explained everything she needed to know. Tylarah FireWynd Ch. 03 Tylarah awoke in the train carriage just as the day was darkening, to see that someone was sitting on the bench across from her. The blur of sleep lifted from her eyes to reveal that it was none other than her teacher, Shyrrick. He was deeply engrossed in reading a small, red leather-bound book by the orange electric glow in the compartment and did not seem to notice as she awoke and stretched. "Hello, Shyrrick." She said cheerily. "Good afternoon, Tylarah," he said blandly, without looking up from his book. Great, if he was in his usual mood, then Shyrrick was not the most talkative person that Tylarah had ever met, but today she just got the feeling that he was in a downright grumpy mood. Well, she would soon sort that out. It was time to start a quick planning session to get him to talk to her, as she could not stand sitting here with him ignoring her all the way up to the Lakes. But what was she to do. Well, first off, there was the obvious question of why in Hell he was even on the train. Shyrrick was almost an Ancient, so he could easily conjure a portal with just a thought. "So, how come you're on the train?" she asked, as coolly as she could. "I thought that you would have conjured a portal," Shyrrick sighed and shook his head a little, as out of politeness he could not just plainly ignore Tylarah. "I've been ordered by the Powers to look after you," just as Tylarah was bout to protest that she was not exactly in need of protection for a simple journey up to Kendal and then on to her house in Rithran, when Shyrrick continued to speak. "Don't say that you don't need it, that's exactly what I thought. But the Powers insisted that I needed to be here, just in case," "In case of just what, exactly?" Tylarah asked. "Look, I really shouldn't tell you this, but the Powers have reason to believe that there could well be somebody, or something about to come after you. A Seer by the name of Malachai has told that a woman who fits your description will play a big part in a future Prophecy." Tylarah looked shocked, but for some reason it was not a complete surprise, and it certainly did not scare her. "There are other women who are being watched, its not just you. Malachai is rarely wrong, so the Powers thought that it would be a lot better to be safe than sorry." Tylarah began to mumble under her breath, something about her not wanting to have anyone following her, let alone a grumpy old Mage with the sense of humour of a deaf bumblebee. "Don't think that I'm exactly glad to be following you around, either." Shyrrick said in a slightly scathing tone. "And just why is that?" Tylarah said, hurt a little by his bluntness. "It's not like I'm the one that's the most boring person that I've ever met!" she began to get a little more harsh herself as she realised that he had been rather more than a little harsh. "It's not that... well. Anyway, if you think I'm that boring, you won't want to talk to me and I can get back to my book, then." He gave a sarcastic smile then lifted his book back up in front of his face to completely block Tylarah from his view. Great. That went perfectly to plan. There had to be something else that she could do to at least occupy herself. She contemplated winding him up, but thought twice about it when she remembered just how powerful a Witch that he was, and that in his current mood he was likely to hex her without a second thought. So, what else was she left with? It was only then that Tylarah actually saw what book her teacher had been reading all this time. It was the same small, red, leather-bound book that she had in her own bag. This was great; she had him now, for if there was one thing that Shyrrick could not resist, it was an intelligent conversation. She would have to play it cool though, he was much to clever not to see through a thin scheme, so she would have to get him round slowly. Tylarah reached down into her bag and took out her copy of the book as if she was purely bored, and she had not noticed him at all. As she sat back to read, she coughed quietly, and made a small fuss about getting comfortable so that Shyrrick could not help but notice her moving. On thinking about what she was reading, she found it a little strange that a man like Shyrrick would be reading ancient tales of valiant heroes and romance. Well, it would never do to judge a book by its cover, as it were. Tylarah could have sworn that she saw his eyes flick over to rest on her through the corner of her eye, but she dare not look directly at him, or he would instantly figure out what she was up to. No, she could see him well enough out of the corner of her eye to see that he had not cottoned on to what she was up to, and he had gone back to his book. Tylarah could sense the distinct air that Shyrrick was interested. She could feel that he was paying some of his attention to her now, as well as to his book. It felt good to her, and a wave of mixed power and pleasure swept through her entire being. She was going to win this one, if it meant physically squeezing something interesting out of the man opposite her. Tylarah almost did not believe her luck when, from behind the constant rumble of the train, Shyrrick's came smoothly to her ears. "Erm, Tylarah, can I ask you something?" "Sure, what is it?" she replied as coolly as she could muster, but she was sure that he could hear the shock in her tone. "Have you got to the part where the hero finally meets his long-lost father?" "Err, oh yes. Of course, I passed that part a while ago." "Well I just don't get why he's still angry at his father after all those years." "Oh, that, its not too complicated. There's a paragraph that explains it all somewhere. I'll show you if you want." Tylarah seized her chance, rose from her seat and crossed the compartment to sit with Shyrrick. He handed her his copy of the book as she lay hers down on the seat at the side of her. She took it and scanned the page that he had been reading, before flicking backwards a few pages and scanning again. "Look it's here," she handed him the book back. "What paragraph?" he asked quietly. Tylarah shuffled a little closer to him along the bench, then leaned over a little to point to the paragraph that she was referring to. Right at that second, she found herself strangely overpowered by a heady scent that was hanging delicately around Shyrrick. It was like cinnamon, sandalwood and some exotic spices that she could never name and never find if she searched for years. She could feel the scent creeping down her and warming every part of her body that it touched. Her breasts began to tingle a little and she found herself looking up into the old world looks of Shyrrick's face and finding them quite attractive. As she took in a sharp breath at this realisation the scent overcame her again, this time stronger, and the tingle moved its way down her body to make her sex quiver slightly. Shyrrick had finished re-reading the paragraph that she had pointed out to him, and he turned to look at her. They were almost eye-to-eye, and he moved closer without thinking, so that she could feel the warmth of his face so close to hers, they were almost breathing the very same air. Tylarah felt a shiver of cold run up her spine, taking some of her breath away and hardening her nipples deep beneath her layers of clothes. What the Hell was happening to her? This was madness, but she could not help herself, it just felt like some sort of destiny. Then she kissed him. He seemed taken aback at first, but soon gave in to the cool softness of her lips as she hungered for his warmth. It was a deep knowing that led Tylarah's hand first up to Shyrrick's chest, pushing against the surprisingly toned muscles, then moving down to stroke his flat stomach through the pure smoothness of his silk shirt, finally coming to rest on his belt. She pulled his waist towards hers, straightening up and pushing her mouth onto his more hungrily. Somehow she just wanted him; needed him. The swelling in her pussy was growing constantly, and she could feel herself becoming wet once again in anticipation. Shyrrick broke away from their kiss and looked into Tylarah's eyes. "Why... what are we doing?" he said breathlessly, with her still holding him close by the belt. "I don't know," replied Tylarah weakly, "But does it feel wrong to you?" "No, erm. I can't say. It's just that I like to know why. I guess it," as he spoke Tylarah had undone his belt without him noticing and now snaked her hand into his trousers and grasped his manhood in her cool hands, "feels good," he sighed his opinion as she began to slowly move her hand around his length. Shyrrick moved closer to Tylarah and her mouth seized his in a kiss more filled with passion than their last, their tongues dancing together and with every step they both felt a dart of pleasure go right through their very cores. Tylarah's hand gripped Shyrrick's length harder and she could feel the throb of his pulse quickening and getting stronger all the time. She could feel the pulse in her neck and sex mirror his, beating in time as they pressed together for a moment before pulling apart. "Now, keep quiet," Tylarah whispered in his ear before she stood up, pushed him so that he was sitting up properly on the seat. She then dropped to her knees between his long, thin legs and put her small thin hands on his thighs, squeezing and moving them upwards to his body. Towards his throbbing manhood. Shyrrick breathed out, keeping himself from crying out as Tylarah's hands massaged his package through the rough fabric of his black jeans. He swelled beneath her touch, the fabric tightening beneath her firm fingers. With one hand still pressing into his package, Tylarah unbuttoned his jeans with the other and pulled at the taught denim. She deftly freed Shyrrick's manhood and stretched herself upwards towards him. Pulling his face to hers with one hand in his hair, and grasping his length with her other, they kissed as she began to work her hand up and down his long shaft. Feeling Shyrrick groan a little into her mouth, she quickened the pace for a few seconds before breaking away from him. Tylarah sank downwards, eyes closed, to sit on her haunches, rubbing her cheek down Shyrrick's leg in a cat-like way before opening her eyes and looking up into his, the dark and endless pools pulling her towards his body. She followed the pull, her hands snaking just before her head, reaching up towards his throbbing manhood. Shyrrick let out a sigh of ecstasy as her cool fingers grasped around the base of his shaft again, and she lowered her head. First licking slowly and gently up his length, then encasing him in her warm soft mouth. He gripped the edge of the seat at either side of his knees as she worked the pleasure up and down his length. Working her tongue around his shaft, Tylarah massaged the base of his sex with her fingertips, sighing to herself. It felt so right to her, so good to be giving this man pleasure. The man that she barely knew. The man that, until now had been simply an abstract teacher. Flicking her tongue up to the soft flesh of the tip of his sex, Tylarah felt a shiver of gratification radiate from Shyrrick's core and flow right over her entire being. His power was flexing itself under her as she pleasured him. Enclosing his length in her soft mouth, Tylarah worked her tongue quickly from side to side as she moved her head up and down him. She could not help herself but groan with the pleasure that it gave her to be bringing her teacher closer and closer to orgasm. The vibrations of her voice on his manhood made Shyrrick join her in a quiet chorus of purest bliss. Working quicker and quicker at pleasing Shyrrick, Tylarah pushed him deep into her mouth, his generous girth filling her almost making her choke as she greedily took him into her mouth again and again. It was as if she could not get enough of him, the urge to please him had totally overcome her; clouding the rest of the thoughts from her mind. Tylarah felt Shyrrick tense beneath her, as the waves of his power came quicker and stronger over her. He was coming closer to climax and she could feel the pure surge of power passing over her, seeping into her and filling her entire body. She could feel something about Shyrrick's spirit enter her. She could feel what he was feeling, almost as if she were inside his mind and body. Tylarah could feel the familiar tingle of herself beginning to climax, as in front of her Shyrrick's breath caught in his chest as the feeling began to overwhelm them both. Tylarah slowed her movements and flicked her tongue again, gently on his most sensitive parts. Feeling herself coming with him, Tylarah's eyes closed and she once again enclosed him in her mouth as he spilled his hot seed into her, feeling his ecstasy as she did. With great effort she resisted the urge to bite down with the surge of euphoria as she shared his orgasm. Hearing him moan loudly above her, she opened her eyes, but saw not the carriage in which they were, but instead she saw Shyrrick, holding her close and tenderly. The pair of them were standing in flawless pale blue as if they were floating in the sky itself. Tylarah began to smile to herself, and then the scene was gone. Tylarah was back in the train carriage, with her teacher slumped slightly on the bench seat in front of her, his sex still hard in the cool air. She found herself too slumped onto the floor of the gently rocking train, leaning her forehead against Shyrrick's denim-clad knee. Brushing her long auburn hair from her face, she let out a breath that both she and her teacher had been holding. Tylarah looked up at the man before her. His face was a picture of confusion; he must have shared the same vision. The younger woman could not help but smile to herself, there was just something about this whole situation that felt just right to her. She also had an inkling that Shyrrick may just be thinking something along the same lines. Seating herself beside the now re-clothed Shyrrick, Tylarah smiled to him and lifted his long arm around her shoulders. He remained weak with the raptures of their encounter and did not resist her. Instead, he smiled too and, leaning his head onto the top of hers he spoke into her soft hair. "This can't be wrong," his deep voice sending shivers down Tylarah's spine. "It's too good to be wrong." She agreed wordlessly, simply nodding into his shoulder and breathing in his heady scent. The combination of sandalwood and exotic spices was comforting to her, and the rich mix intoxicated her, making her drowsy as he stroked the back of her hair gently. Finally with a contented sigh, she fell deeply asleep upon his square shoulder.