****** Ravensong by Abigail Leigh Jaryna ******
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Ravensong


I watched him watching her. She was my goddess. I worshipped her. The softness
of her sun gold hair, the innocence of her sky blue eyes, the power of her
almighty spirit kept me a slave to her. I was her protector. She has this
affect on everyone, I reminded myself. He worships her because he cannot help
it. That is a part of her power. But there was more to it than that. He wanted
her, wanted to love her and for her to love him like a man, not a follower. He
was in lust, yes, but he was in love as well. I knew the look in his eyes when
they beheld her, remembering when it used to be turned on me. I used to think
his fire would consume me but as it turned out, I was too much for him. He told
me he could not respect me for the things I could do to him and he could never
love a woman he did not respect. This seared my heart to the core and I hated
him for it. But for all this, I wanted him to be happy, so I closed my eyes to
his quest for her, perhaps with the faint hope that my undying love would touch
him and bring him back.

I watched him watching her. She was trying on the street clothes we had bought
her, deciding what looked the most "normal". She hated standing out, denying
the fact that her blazing beauty would always make her a beacon in any crowd.
She caught my eye in the looking glass and smiled. I was again struck by our
differences. Everything about her is alive and shining, a daughter of the sun.
I am a mere reflection of her beauty, only noticeable when the sun is down. She
is pure and untouched. I am blatantly, painfully, hatefully sexual. My face is
dark with hair so black it almost sucks in her light and two chips of ice for
eyes. I am simply a protection from strange men, distracting them so they will
not come near to her. Everything I could have been, honored, respected, loved,
was lost when I joined her. Yet I cannot hate her. She knows what I have
sacrificed and even had I not, she would love me. That is another part of her
power, that unconditional love. I said she was a goddess.

She glanced over to Vren, flicking her eyes towards him. I saw the desire in
his eyes and nodded slightly. I knew what to do. Distract him. She could have
no part of his sex, partly because it was not in her, but mostly, I think,
because she knows what it would do to me. As she left the room, I wrapped my
arms around his waist, letting my hands rest just above the bulge in his pants.
Normally this was all it took to turn him to my bed but today, he was enraged.
"What are you doing?" he hissed. "You know I don't want you."

I ignored the spear to my heart. Putting as much purr into my voice as I could,
I stroked the bulge lightly. "He doesn't seem to agree with you." My lips were
an inch from his ear. His smell was all over me. Oh gods, how I loved him!

I felt his body flex as he pried my hands from him. I resisted fiercely, but I
was not strong enough. Instead I bit him hard on the neck. With a roar he flung
me by the arm onto the ground. I tucked into a roll and spun onto my feet.
Before he could react, I sprang, squealing in fury, claws aimed for his face.
Normally my superior speed and uncontrollable fury would have caught him, but
his anger lent him wings. He caught my wrists with one hand and punched my
stomach hard with the other. I collapsed, the breath ripped from me. I was
curled into a ball at his feet, whimpering. He said he didn't hate me. Then why
did he hurt me like this? I only gave him what he wanted. Men always want such
things from women. It has always been true in my experience, and I've had
plenty. But none of them can hurt me like Vren, no matter how hard they hit. No
man but he can hit me. He kicked me roughly onto my back and lifted me, again
with one hand, by my shirtfront.

"You want it from me?" he snarled into my face. "Here it comes, you cheap
slut." I blinked hard to clear my eyes. He knew how much I still loved him. Is
that why he hated me? Because of what I knew of him? I glared back at him.
"Hurt me all you want. You know I will be the only one who can do this to you.
She never will. You know she can't. You sin simply by wishing it of her." With
one stroke he ripped off my shirt and kissed me hard on the mouth. I couldn't
breathe. He was trying to scare me. It never worked. I gripped his hair in my
fist and ripped his head back. When he raised his arms to pry my talons loose,
I wrapped my powerful thighs around his waist, squeezing with all my corded
strength. He could not pry me loose then. I held myself against him with my
legs alone as he dropped to his knees, then his stomach, pinning me beneath
him. His breath was hot on my cheek as he spoke in a voice dry with lust. "This
is why I cannot love you. This is why I love her. She would never do this to
me." He reared back on his knees straddling my naked torso, thrusting his
pelvis in my face. Without a word or even a pause I unzipped his pants and took
him, throbbing, into my mouth. Moving my lips up and down the smooth shaft, I
inhaled him. I could feel the pressure building in the head already. Fighting
always made him want it hard and fast. He wrapped his hands in the thick coils
of my dark hair, panting as I sucked him harder. I should bite him, I thought.
I should bite him and give him back some of the agony he's given me with his
damned ideals. He must have felt my jaw flex spasmodically at the thought
because he pushed my head away roughly. "You bitch," he snarled as he wriggled
out of his pants. "You'll pay for that." With the knife he always had in his
boot he shredded the rest of my clothes, keeping me pinned flat with the rest
of his beautiful, beautiful, horrible man's body. I stared him hatefully in the
face as he pushed my legs apart with his feet. He reared above me for a moment,
aiming, and slammed home. At his second thrust, he buried his face in my neck,
biting and sucking fiercely while his hands gripped my aching breasts. I
stroked his hair gently, pretending he was loving me again, not just fucking
me. I closed my eyes as I wrapped my thighs around him again to draw him deeper
and still deeper. I cried at the depth and pain and wonder of it all, every
inch of him throbbing thickly within me. He slammed again and again and again.
Faster and faster we flew until the whole world became a blur, smeared with
sweat and blood and our sex juices. I could feel it almost happening as the
tempo increased still more. I went blind with longing, every nerve in me
focusing on the desperate need to come. Deeper, deeper, faster, faster oh my
god we're drowning in each other! I screamed loud and long and so did he! We
stopped. He lay atop me, still within, and sobbed into my neck, sobbing for the
want of her. I held him softly, dying for the love of him. Oh my Vren, I
thought. I love you so

This story is an excerpt from a larger work by the same name. I have not yet
published it.

The three main characters are the man Vren, the goddess/woman Shirinna, and the
narrator Raven. Anyone who wishes to know more about the characters or the
setting (futuristic fantasy) may e-mail me at mayven13@hotmail.com. Again,
please do not edit. All grammatical errors are creative license.

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