Ized- the Ancestors

by Esther Barvar

  The moon hid behind dense clouds. The small oil lamps, which hung everywhere on rods, lightened the way only moderately. They cast a subdued light on the gravel paths, but it was sufficient to orientate oneself. The snowfields reflected the light, so the night seemed a little brighter.

  The task of the young magicians was to refill the lamps with oil and light them every evening at dusk. One of their duties for the community was to look after the fires. Only when they ascended to lords, others take over the task.

  While the two men silently returned to the residential buildings, they followed their thoughts. Arriving there, they said goodbye to each other. Everyone went to their rooms.

  As Adar walked along the barely lit corridor, he discovered someone sitting on the floor next to his door. Silently he approached and recognized Mehit by her scent. She sits there with her legs pulled, her arms crossed on her knees, and her head on her arms. So she had dozed off while waiting for him. Smiling, he shook his head. What a stubborn young woman. He was impressed by how much she kept trying to start an affair with him. She just wouldn’t let it go. Silently he squatted in front of the young woman and looked at her sleeping face. Carefully he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear with one finger. She was pretty. Early in the morning in the bathroom, he would have preferred to take her directly on the spot. All his self-control had been necessary to free himself from her again. Now she sat here next to his door and slept.

  Adar sighed resignedly and made a decision. He couldn’t possibly leave her sitting here. Tomorrow morning the whole neighborhood would make fun of her. If Lord Abarta hears about it, she undoubtedly gets scolded by her grandfather. Adar decided to let her sleep in his bedroom and spend the night in the living room.

  He carefully lifted the young woman, her head falling on his shoulder. He opened the door with a small magical impulse. As he entered the rooms with her, her scent rose again into his nose, eliciting another covetous growl. He carried her over to the bedroom and put her on the bed. He quickly spread a light blanket over her. But before he left the room, he pulled her boots off. She awoke.

  »Adar, is it you?« she asked, drunk asleep, knocked the blanket off, and wanted to get up. »Where am I?«

  Adar gently pushed her back and covered her again. »Sleep, Mehit, you are tired. Sleep, nothing will happen to you. I will watch over you. You are safe. Thank you for the bread this afternoon,« he whispered back.

  With a tender gesture, he stroked her cheek. Then he turned around and left the room. Quietly he closed the door behind him. In the living room, he created a small magical light. He poured a whiskey into a cup and walked over to the window. There he leaned against the wall, looking out into the darkness, lost in thought. He thought about what Befen had so often advised him to do. Now a pretty girl lay there in his bedroom and offered herself to him. She was not the first and would not be the last. Again and again, he got similar offers.

  Nevertheless, he had inhibitions, feared the inner beast, which he constantly felt and against which he always fought. This fight struck him, but he never gave in to those feelings. No, he did not want to take advantage of them. She should feel safe with him and be able to sleep peacefully.

  Suddenly something ripped him out of his mind. Attentively he looked towards the bedroom. The sound was coming from there. The door opened quietly, and Mehit stepped into the door frame. She didn’t enter the living room, however, but leaned against the frame as she discovered him, as if she didn’t dare to come closer. Adar became nervous. Her presence made him struggle. He felt his heartbeat, and his breath went faster. Quickly he took a sip. Then he looked out the window again, forcing himself to calm down. She did not do much. She slid slowly into the room, pressing herself against the wall next to the door. From there, she looked over to him.

  He noticed her movements. Enjoying, he closed his eyes, growled quietly as her scent reached him. It was only a breath, but that was enough to make him shiver. Unconsciously he clenched the free hand, pressing it against the wall next to the window. Yes, he wanted to feel her, taste her, explore her body, penetrate her. He wanted to take her, wanted to possess her. Snarling, he pushed himself off the wall.

  By the Waves of the Wide Stream, Befen was right!

  Determined, he put the cup down and slowly began to cross the room. As he approached her, he starts to talk:

  »Think about it, Mehit. You can still leave my room. I cannot and will not promise you anything. Do you want to get involved in this, do you really want to? … By the Wide Stream, if you wish, then I will do it. I want your body. If you don’t go now, I will warm the bed for you,« he threatened her. He was already standing in front of her, waiting, but she did not react. Slowly he raised his hand, and tenderly touched her cheek. »You know, don’t you? Use the opportunity and go. Otherwise, it will be too late. Everything about you makes my blood pound. But don’t think it would be love. The warrior in me is not yet ready for such feelings. I am burning with desire to feel your body. I want to stroke your skin. I want to taste you, smell you, take you. However, I can not give you more. I cannot swear loyalty to you. Is it enough for you if I warm your bed, without any obligation, without any promise, and love?«

  He sucked in the scent of the woman. The excitement that seized him made his self-control dwindle more and more. With the other hand, he gently, but possessively grasped her hip, pulled her towards him. Then he lifted her chin so that they looked into each other’s eyes. He pushed his hand further into her back and pulled her tight to his body. She had to feel how hard his privates had become.

  »Is that enough for you, Mehit?« he asked and looked into her eyes. »If not, leave. It is your last chance.« »It is enough for me,« she whispered. He felt her hectic breath in his face. Tenderly he put his mouth on hers. His tongue gently touched her demanding lips, pushed himself in, and played with hers.

  Now he also put the second hand in her back and pressed the soft female body to himself. He felt her warmth and the slight trembling that pulled through the young body.

  Yes, she excited him. His nostrils trembled, and the covetous growl formed inside him again.

  It was enough for her!

  He loosened all his fears and wanted only to possess her. While he kissed her, his fingers opened the lacing of the dress in her back. Gently he pushed the fabric over her shoulders. His lips explored the skin that was becoming free. When the cloths opened wide enough to reveal her breast, he lowered his head. His lips brushed against one of her nipples, sucking on it. Mehit trembled again. Her fingers clawed into his hair, pressed his head against herself.

  Adar hissed, pushing her slowly but steadily into the bedroom. He became impatient and tugged at the dress until it finally rushed to the ground. His hands embraced her hip, and he pushed her over to the bed. Now he wouldn’t let her go. Not until he had received what he desired. While he kissed her again, he took his shirt and trousers off.

  Then he lifted her and put her down on the blankets and pillows. He was next to her in a second. While his hands explored her body, his lips covered the skin of her body with little kisses. Without stopping the caresses, he put one hand on her stomach. He sent some energy into her abdomen to prevent pregnancy. He continued to kiss, lick, and bite until her skin reddened. She shivered, trembled under his touch. Again and again, he sucked on her nipple, and Mehit moaned. Adar growled and bared his teeth in excitement. But he kept himself under control, watching her turn under the touches and kisses. Gently he led a hand down her thigh to her knee. As he now shoved his hand between her legs, and hissed excitedly, as she willingly opened them for him. Yet his movements remained controlled. Slowly but steadily, his hand stroked up her thigh. He felt her heat, her willingness. He excited her until she trembled uninterruptedly. Once more, it growled inside him, then he lay down between her legs and penetrated her. He felt resistance. As he pierced her, Mehit groaned, her hand pressed against her mouth.

  »What happened?« he wanted to know in concern and stopped
moving.

  She shook her head. Adar noticed how she bit her lips so she wouldn’t sob and discovered a tear in her eyes. Then he suddenly became aware of it. Her bed had never been warmed before. No other man had touched her like that before. Until a few moments ago, Mehit was a virgin.

  She had chosen him to lead her through her virgin night. A shaking trembled through him when he realized it. Desirably he growled again and kissed her. »Why didn’t you tell me? I would have proceeded more gently,« he whispered. She just shook her head and put her arms around him.

  Adar moved inside her, kissed, and stroked her. He felt her shaking with every thrust and trembling under his caressing hands. She moaned as he closed her lips with his mouth. Instinctively she put her thighs around him. As her hands cramped at his shoulders and he felt her approaching the releasing orgasm, he moved faster, stronger.

  Then he led her over the waves of lust. And while she trembled, he pushed her one last time. His seed poured into the shaking body beneath him.

  For some time, they lay connected, felt the aftershocks. Then Adar moves and lays down next to her. His hand stroked along her body and reached her abdomen. He sent some energy to prevent a pregnancy into it again. It was enough to practice it once before the connection, but Adar didn’t want to take any risks. That’s how he acted with the whores. He wanted to be sure.

  Mehit crowded in on him and fell asleep almost immediately. For Adar, it was the first time today that he didn‘t warm the bed of a professional. That she had also been a virgin had excited him very much. Unusual for him was how she pushed herself towards him and fell asleep trustingly. A good feeling flooded him. Smiling, he pulled the blanket over them and kissed the sleeping girl. Her scent had a calming effect on him, and he fell asleep quickly.

  The next morning he woke up before sunrise. Today was his day off. When he tried to get out of bed to go to the bathhouse, Mehit woke up too. She held him back by the arm. He hesitated for a moment, but then grinned and slid under the blanket next to her. He felt her warm skin. His passion was to push her over the waves of excitement, and again, taking care that she would not get pregnant this time.

  After they had glided together over the waves of lust, she stepped on one elbow and kissed him tenderly. »I’ll wait here until you’re back from the bathroom before I go there. So they don’t see us together. I don’t want to cause you any trouble.«

  He stared at her in amazement. Then his mine darkened. Did she mean what she had just said? »Why trouble? Those who do not like it should look away. Come with me«, he explained, stood up, and pulled the blanket away from her.

  Then he reached the dress to her and looked for his clothes. He helped her tie up her back. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her with him. She was surprised. He seemed to be standing at that one night and didn’t mind being seen with her.

  She knew from her friends that most warriors were willing to lead a woman through her virgin night. But only very few wanted to be seen with her afterward. Especially with the young warriors, who were still unrestrained and aggressive, this was common. As soon as they had left a bed, they were on the lookout for a new conquest.

  Mehit kept an eye on Adar a long time ago. She had discovered a side in him that attracted her irresistibly. There was also a rumor that he had never warmed the bed of a woman from the magician’s quarter. He was known for rejecting all offers. This challenge alone had already appealed to her. She also liked the attractive man very much.

  It was still dark when they arrived in the bathroom. The whole city was still asleep. They undressed in the anteroom. Adar hung one of the wide cloth coats around her, which were available for everyone. Together they entered the washroom. Here they soaped each other.

  With every touch, Adar felt how much he wanted to accompany her again through the waves of lust. By the Waves, how much he desired her body!

  Again and again, he kissed her shoulders, neck, and mouth. He was stroking her breasts with one hand while washing her body with the other. She was trembling under these touches and returned his kisses passionately.

  After they had been cleaned, they entered the hall of the seven basins.

  Each of the basins had a different temperature. The larger the pool was, the warmer the water in it was. In the smallest one there was ice-cold water. It was used to stimulate circulation.

  Adar loved it when the warm water flowed around his body. Together they slid into one of the more heated pools. They were still alone in the bathroom. Mehit sat right in the sitting niche next to him, and her lovely scent made his nostrils tremble again.

  He had indeed not counted on how much she aroused him. The intercourse with her was so much more fulfilling than with the whores of the city. He felt almost insatiable greed for her body. The warrior in him, the beast, made him growl. He wanted to possess her, wanted to take her, again and again. He wanted to see how she gave herself to him. That kind of desire was new to him, strange, but he liked it. He did not know it because he had never felt it with the whores. And also the satisfaction was different. Seldom had coitus been so enjoyable for him. After a few moments, he made a decision.

  Almost silently, he pushed himself through the water. Her head leaned against the wall of the basin. He came near to her face without her noticing him. »Today is my day off, Mehit. So I still have time for you. Would you like to have breakfast with me, or are you expected at home?« he asked his mouth right on her ear.

  Mehit flinched and opened her eyes. How had he managed to get that close to her without getting noticed? Now she felt his warm breath on her neck, felt his lips gliding over it. Slowly caressing, his lips stroked from the shoulder up to her ear. The young woman shivered. He was remarkably tender. So it was true what her friends told her about the warriors, that although they were possessive, they could also be gentle. She felt his desire for her and knew that if she stayed with him, he would undoubtedly warm her bed several times today. She still hesitated. He had declared that he could not love her, but perhaps he would change his mind if she stayed with him today. She wanted him as often as he wanted her. She knew he was too young and too wild as a warrior. He considered irrepressible until he counted at least thirty, better forty years. But even from the thirty years, Adar was still two or three years away. She did not know how old he was. She only knew that he had not yet reached that age.

  She had not wanted to wait any longer. Soon she got married to a man. Women were often younger when they get married. But she did not want to be led through the virgin night by an older man. In all probability, the magician, her parents intended for her would be more than twice her age. There were already a few candidates, and none of them counted less than fifty years. It was common for women to marry older magicians, but just a few of them married as virgins.

  She trembled again, for his warm breath on her neck and the lips gently gliding over it excited her. »I like having breakfast with you,« she agreed in a whisper. Adar licked her neck and growled with excitement. Then he kissed her on the same spot and pulled her out of the sitting niche. »Come,« he whispered. »Let’s go. Otherwise, I’ll take you right here.«

  He lifted her out of the pool. Only moments later, he stood by her side, put the cloth coat around her, and tenderly caressed her neck again. He abruptly interrupted himself and slipped into his coat as well. In the room where their clothes were waiting for them, he pulled her to his body. He kissed her greedily and let his hands slide under the fabric along her wet body. A hand found the way between her thighs and let her groan. Her forehead leaned against his shoulder. »Shouldn’t we better go back to your rooms?« she whispered as her knees weakened. »Someone could come at any time.«

  Growling, he stopped caressing her, helped her dry off, but kissed her again and again.

  When they left the bathhouse, he impatiently dragged her with him. Arriving at his premises, he immediately rang for a servant as Mehit walked across the room. Adar observed her movements. It vibrated in him.

  »
Tea?« he asked. She turned her head to him, nodded and disappeared into the bedroom.

  Impatiently, Adar waited up and down for the servant. As it knocked, he ordered breakfast for two. The man would need some time to be back with it. So Adar followed Mehit into the bedroom. She lay naked on the bed. He used the time until the servant reappeared. When it knocked again later, he accepted the tray, dressed only in comfortable cloth trousers. With breakfast, he stepped back into the bedroom.

  Exhausted, Mehit lay between the pillows. He placed the tray in front of her and was behind her with one movement. From there, he reached over her onto the plate and fed her with fruit, bread, and cake. He pushed himself at her from behind.

  »When do you have to go home? Your parents will undoubtedly worry soon?« he wanted to know.

  Mehit suddenly turned red, swallowed, and coughed. She murmured to herself when she could breathe again.

  »What did you say?« he wanted to know.

  She cleared her throat, and the red became even more intense.

  »I told them that I might spend the night with a friend and that I might stay with her longer.«

  Adar grinned broadly in her back. Such a cunning little girl. Her refinement met him. The warrior had tracked down his prey and enjoyed the catch without haste. Already he stroked with his hand demandingly over the contours of her body. His lips followed the hand. When she sighed, he put the tray away and was immediately next to her again. He turned her on her back, kissed her.

  »And what are you telling them about tonight?« he asked, while he continued to caress her body.

  His lips enclosed her nipple, and his tongue glided over it demanding. She trembled and moaned. That she gave herself to him in this way elicited a smile from him.