William Wild #1

The waves took us up and down, and we thought there would never be light again. We despaired of ever seeing land again. We believed this heaviness, this fatigue, this exhaustion, would define our lives, until we sank into the earth. Our bodies were a burden to us.

Finally, we sailed into the twins, and the captain’s coordinates were true. When we were aligned with the twins and the hunter, we saw the lighthouse beacon in front of us. We landed!

We are Knights. We are protectors. I have sworn an oath to maintain the sacred treasure of my Lord through any circumstance. I will protect the truth. I will deliver him to safety.

At night, I see visions. Barbelith speaks to me. She tells me where to go. Everything is suffused with glowing blue light, so that I can see my way, and so I can know the truth.

The Kaerlud natives greeted us. Our arrival was foretold by their shaman in his divination. The captain spoke directly with the chief, away from all of us. We suspected he was planning to hide the treasure. The captain hadn’t not told us what the treasure is, but we knew it was of the highest worth, and was the reason for our journey. Urizenites sent killers for us, but we escaped, and we would complete our mission.

My body was still waterlogged beneath my armor, like it had been for weeks. I wanted to get dry and get warm. I want to take all of this off and just be clean. I wanted to get away from the smell of these men.

The natives were proud, stern, unsmiling. Except for one young woman. I saw a flicker of a smile on her face, like she was teasing me. Was there a blue flame?

The meeting ended, and the natives helped us build a fire. Quickly, a fire blazed, and we roasted deer meat they’d brought. They sat apart from us, and each group murmured quietly with one another. I gnawed on my meat and ignored my shipmates. After two months together, I’d said everything to them I wanted to. The fire dwindled, and the natives departed.

I slowly removed my helmet, my heavy sword and my chain mail. I pulled off my boots, and felt freer. I stretched out my shirt, and tucked my hands behind my head. I slept quickly.

She awoke me with a kiss, smiling. She beckoned me, blue fire dancing in her eyes.

I stood, wearing only my drawers. I looked around at my comrades, all sleeping. None stirred. I took my shirt and my britches and put them on. I stuck my feet into my boots. I walked behind her as she led me down a path into the forest, next to a river. She held my hand and she smelled of fire, sweat, and spice. She leaned close to me and I felt the hot breath from her small mouth.

“You are very handsome,” she whispered.

“You speak my language?”

She nodded. “I am Jebea.”

“I’m William.”

I put my hands on her shoulders, and I beheld her. The moon shone and reflected off the river, throwing pale light onto us. Her hair was long and dark. Her eyebrows arched and her chin was round and strong. Her smile was bewitching. I had never known a woman.

She reached back and pulled a tie on her dress. Her breasts were white and beautiful and I felt a rush of emotion. She was so beautiful, like porcelain, and so vulnerable. She leaned forward and pulled down my britches and drawers; I stepped out of my boots. I pulled my shirt over my head, and we were together, nude, as if we both just been born, or newly created.

She kissed me, her tongue playing into my mouth. I stroked her long dark hair, I circled my hands around her ribs, tracing the line of her spine down to her perfectly heart shaped arse.

She took my hand and pulled me towards the ground. She kneeled, then leaned onto her hands and knees, and motioned me toward her arse. I brought my cock close to it, and she reached back and tucked me into her bush. It was like nothing I ever felt before. Smooth and fast, like if she was wrapping me in her arms and washing me. I leaned back on my heels, and grabbed her tits. We went faster and faster, until I burst, and she cooed, like a small bird, and giggled.

She stood and dressed quickly. The blue flame still flickered in her eyes. I looked down, and the flames wrapped my hands. She pointed up at the twins, the one we followed to get here, and she pointed at me and said “you,” and herself, “me.” She walked slowly into the river, in the moonlight, and disappeared. I dressed and sat on the bank, watching the moon and the river. Then I walked slowly back to the camp.

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