The Grey Sight: An Erotic Novella

by Briony J. Lorien

  She awoke later, in white gossamer cloud. Confused, Lily moved her legs and felt a fine sheet wrapped around them. Phew. She wasn’t dead. Just in a bed. Lily went to push herself up. Fiery pain shot down her shoulder and into her arm, leaving her gasping for breath. She lay back against the pillows with a cry.

  “You won’t want to really use that arm for a month or so.”, said someone in a kind, but unrecognizable voice. “Your tendons were almost severed.”

  Lily squinted into the darkness. It all came flooding back to her. The lightning. Jess. Sappho’s dagger. Chase Husher. “Where are you?” asked Lily. The man slouched slowly into the light.

  The grey light that buzzed around him was brighter than normal. He was bald, with a long white beard that shifted and swayed when he walked. He wore a plain grey robe with white linen shirt underneath it. Lily pulled away from his touch.

  “Don’t be alarmed child. No one will hurt you. For now, at least. My name is Odhran” With gentle hands, he felt up and down her arm, his fingers pushing lightly where the blade had entered. “You are healing quickly. Our doctor is extremely skilled, although it has been awhile since he treated a mortal.”

  Lily went to brush her hair out of her face and let out a soft whoosh of pain.

  “Here, let me.”

  Lily sat patiently as the man swept her damp hair back from her face.

  “That might not look the best…” he mumbled. Lily looked down. She was wearing a somewhat transparent grey robe, tied with an elaborate piece of green and gold silk. She blushed.

  “I’m sorry about your clothing. We had to cut off your shirt, and your pants were soaked with blood. We dressed you for comfort. Tomorrow you will have some regular clothing left out for you.”

  He stared unabashedly into her grey eyes. “Fascinating! I can see why Chase cares for you so intensely.”

  “You know him? Chase?”

  The man in the robe gave a chuckle. “Oh yes. I know Chase very well.”

  “Where is he? Can I see him?”

  “Not until your trial begins. We cannot have mortals and grey-walkers sleeping under the same roof. It is too dangerous, and House Fury could never take that risk.”

  “But he’s okay?” The man made a confused face. “Of course he is. House Fury was his home for many years. Chase is adored here.”

  “What?”

  The man stroked his beard. “Perhaps it is not my place to say. But Chase did many important things for House Fury. He has many…uses.”

  “You mean he manipulates people for House Fury.”

  “No. He was a part our ruling family for a very long time. He was well-loved, my dear, but then he suddenly disappeared. Lord and Lady Fury are certainly glad to see his face again. He was like a son to them.”

  “A son they used.”

  The man’s black eyes shimmered as he wrung his hands together. “Certainly. But Chase was not called “The Silver Tongue” because of what others did. It is possible to use someone for their gifts and still care for them.”

  “I really would like to see him.”

  “Unfortunately my lady, that is not my place to allow. In the morning, your trial will commence, and you will see him there. In the meantime, I would encourage you to eat and rest. A day of sleep is what you truly need. You have been stabbed, and your body needs to heal. If you need anything, there are two guards outside your door. They will be there until the morning, making sure nothing comes out – or in.” His unspoken threat lingered in the air.

  “What about Riggor and Sappho?”

  “They are here as well” said Odhran, “but don’t be alarmed. They cannot harm anyone that has sanctuary, and if they do, a long and painful death awaits them. Even the most powerful grey-walkers fear the wrath of House Fury. Now, is there anything else I can get for you?”

  Lily shook her head no.

  “Your food is on the tray over there. It’s all safe to eat, I’ve tasted each dish. There is a bottle of pain medicine on the tray as well. I would recommend taking one immediately. Our drugs are much stronger than your average mortal pills. Only take one or two, or you will be incoherent at the trial tomorrow.”

  “What am I on trial for again? I haven’t done anything.” asked Lily testily.

  The old man paused, his grey robe billowing ever so slightly. “You aren’t on trial for what you have done.” He said. “You are on trial for what you WILL do.” He gracefully took his leave.

  Lily stared at the ceiling for awhile, her heart pounding and her arm aching. She finally managed to roll off the bed and walk over to the tray. A rich vegetable pasta sat steaming, along with braised artichokes, bread and a tiny cup of chocolate mousse. Lily devoured them all. She hadn’t realized she was starving until that moment. The last thing she’d had to eat was the bite of a turnover near the train station. A lifetime ago, she mused.

  She slipped a pill down her throat and moved back to the bed. Just the simple act of moving across the room made her wound ache, and she climbed back into bed, grateful for the soft sheets and blankets to snuggle in. In minutes, she was out cold.

  Lily awoke to the sound of scraping. She opened her eyes in the darkness. There was a single candle burning by the side of her bed, but she could see nothing more. I must have slept all day. Her arm felt remarkably better, but small blades of pain still shot down her arm as she rose from the bed. Shrugging off her blankets, she padded over to the window.

  The window was thick, with wrought iron swirls decorating the inside. From her window she could see only the sea. That’s what Chase meant, she thought. We’re INSIDE the cliffs, she thought. There must have been a tunnel underneath the sea that took you back to the cliffs and into House Fury.

  It’s genius, she thought. Impenetrable. You had to go out to come in. The scratching sound was coming from below her. Lily pushed open the window and looked down. A black figure was climbing up the wall, as steadily as a spider. He was almost to the window. She stopped breathing and stepped back.

  I must find a weapon. Oh my god!

  There was a fireplace near the door, with a poker hanging off of it. Lily ran to it, her arm pulsing with each step. She grabbed the heavy iron handle with her strong arm and stood to the side of the window. I must not be afraid, she thought, otherwise the battle is already lost. The hooded black figure had made it to the window ledge. Lily turned and lashed out with the poker, but the man caught it in his hand, just before it hit the side of his head.

  “LILY! What are you doing??”

  “Chase?” A wave of relief, washed over her face. “I’m sorry! Well, honestly, I’m not truly sorry. It could have been anyone! You scared me! “ His gorgeous face stared back at her from the windowsill as she blathered on, the closeness of his body making her flush with nervousness.

  “Well, okay. I guess I’m a little sorry that I could have knocked you –“

  She didn’t have time to finish.

  Chase leapt off the window and pushed his wet lips to hers, lifting her body into his arms. He trailed his tongue over her upper and lower lip, and Lily opened her mouth to his every probe. He yanked her up into his arms. With three long steps, he made it to the side of the bed. He was breathless, slick with sweat from his climb. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait to see you. They have me locked in my own room about three stories down. How is your arm?”

  “I don’t’ want to talk about my arm” said Lily, trailing her fingers down his face. He kissed her fingertips hungrily. “It’s time. Touch me. Take me.”

  “Are you sure? I don’t want to injure you further.” She stared him down.

  “I’m not going to ask you again.”

  Chase’s eyes gave a resounding yes.

  “Finally” he breathed, as he laid her down on the bed. She reached for him.

  “No.” he said. “I’ve waited for you for two decades. I won’t rush it.”

  Lily let out a quivering sigh.

  Taking his time, he slowly untied the sash around her waist,
letting the grey robe fall open in the middle. He stepped back to watch her and Lily gave a slow shrug of her shoulders. The robe fell to the ground in a pile around her feet. She was naked in front of him, unashamed and starving for passion.

  He laid his fingers on her forehead and then traced them down slowly – over her flushed lips, down her chin and onto her chest. Down and down his fingers went, tracing each curve in a straight line, over her ribs and around her belly button. Reaching his hand between her legs, he gave her a few strokes with his fingers, each one as light as a feather drifting over her skin. Down further, he traced her thighs, her calves and lingered on each tiny toe.

  “The gods have been good to you.” He breathed.

  Lily could see his trembling restraint as he lifted her onto the bed. Then he stepped back, staring at her pale naked body as Lily’s grey eyes teased his. He let out a low moan and grasped the edge of the bed, overcome with longing as he gazed at her body.

  “I want to consume you. Can I?”

  She could give her consent fast enough.

  Her breasts, two perfect peaches with plump candy nipples rose trembling above her flat stomach. She watched his eyes trace over her rounded hips, perfect for twisting around his waist, and linger hungrily on her mound, barely covered by a tiny cloud of blond hair.

  “You’re perfect” he moaned, sinking to his knees on the bed. He took a breast in one hand and dipped his mouth to sample a taste of her wet center. She could feel her honey drip onto his outstretched tongue. He gave it a single lick and then raised himself back up to lavish attention on her breasts. Lily gave a moan and wrapped her hand in his thick black hair.

  She arched her body so that her nipple was shoved deeply into his warm, waiting mouth. Flicking and sucking, his tongue danced across her nipples, while the other hand pinched and squeezed the other. He traded off one and then another. Lily was dripping wet, the gossamer white bed damp with her dew. Chase was circling each breast with his tongue, which drew a groaning series of moans from Lily’s mouth. He was teasing her. She pushed her hips, but Chase pushed them back down.

  “Not yet” he said. “I need to worship you.”

  When each breast was sucked raw and Lily was thrashing around on the bed, he finally moved his kisses down her stomach, taking the time to lay several warm kisses over her belly button. Wrapping his large hands around her buttocks, he slid his fingers up and down her cheeks and back to the inside of her thighs. Lily wrapped her thighs over his shoulders and Chase spread her legs to take in all of her. His mouth watered at the sight of her womanhood, pink and glistening. Tongue first, he gave her a deep lick, sampling the goods for the second time.

  “You taste like berries” he said. “Ripe and sharp, and everything I ever wanted.”

  He blew a tiny whiff of air over her nub and Lily shivered with passion. His tongue and mouth plundered her soft petals, tugging and licking and tasting every inch outside and inside of her. The silver-tongue indeed, she thought. Lily let out a quiet cry and Chase’s long arm reached up and covered her mouth.

  “Quiet, my love, or they will know something is amiss.”

  Lily’s grey eyes gave her consent to continue as her fingers clutched at the crown of his head. Her body was arching, her legs over his shoulders so that only her upper back was touching the bed. Chase was in her, all around her, his tongue her master, her only love. Lily let out a scream as a warm rush spread over her thighs. Chase stood and smiled.

  Lily yanked him towards her, his torso level with her chest. Moving as quickly as she could, she unbuttoned his black pants and yanked them down. He had nothing underneath, of course, she thought. His skin was damp and glistening with sweat, his pelvic muscles swirling down to his enormous manhood, which stood proudly out from his body - plum and swollen with lust, thick and beautifully symbolic of the man he was.

  Lily pulled him into her mouth, taking all of him deep into her throat, her tongue swirling around his awesome member. Chase let out a huge cry and leaned his entire body against the edge of the bed. His hand found his way to her engorged breast, and he clutched and released with each jerk of his body. He’s huge, she thought as she pleasured his sac with her hand, my perfect grey-walker. Chase was moaning as he clutched her breast, tighter and tighter.

  “Stop” he cried. “Lily, stop!”

  Lily pulled her head back with a coy smile. “What’s wrong?”

  “You know what’s wrong.” Chase yanked her up by her good arm and laid himself out on the bed, lifting Lily by her hips to straddle him. She hovered above his cock, her blond hair falling in tresses over his face.

  “We can never go back.” Chase said. “I’m not sure a grey-walker and someone with the grey- sight has ever been together like this. We could shake the earth to its core.”

  Lily looked down on him, his black eyes wild with lust and adoring love.

  “Good” she said.

  Then she plunged down onto his loins like an animal, feeling his hardness pierce her like a knife. She let out a moan of pleasure as she bucked and writhed on top of him, her breasts bouncing. All her pain was eviscerated by the waves of pleasure that were building around her. Chase guided her hips up and down and around, making tiny circles with his pelvis as she leaned backwards, her naked body gleaming like a goddess in the candlelight.

  Chase pushed her down harder and held her hips firm as he plunged inside her, deeper and deeper into her wet delight. Lily leaned forward and joined her mouth to his in a frenzied kiss, their tongues chasing each other across their open mouths. Her grey eyes opened and stared deep into his black ones.

  I’m losing myself, she thought, losing myself in him.

  Chase’s whole body radiated a grey light that shimmered and danced around him. With each whimper, the light grew brighter until it filled the room like a blazing sun. All Lily could see was the outline of his body, but she could feel him shuddering deep inside her as he rocked and plundered her pussy. Lily’s pleasure rippled in waves across her face as Chase danced beneath her. She was cresting, she was flying…Chase gave a cry of surrender and then Lily’s walls crashed down all around her, all over her, drowning in the pleasure of it all.

  His grey light went black for a mere second and then blew out like a bomb, pushing everything out of its path. The furniture moved a few inches, and the candle beside the bed went dark. Dust blew outwards towards the walls. She turned over, his warmth dripping down her thighs. The light returned to normal, and all Lily could see were the stars shimmering outside her window. They were both dripping with sweat as Lily lay down on top of him.

  “If we die tomorrow...” he breathed.

  “Then it would have been worth it.” Lily finished.

  He squinted up at her in the black night, his black eyes blending in with the dark.

  “I love you, Lily. I always have, and I always will. We were always meant for only each other. This world was meant for us to walk it as one person. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, no cliff I wouldn’t climb” She rested her head against his chest and took his velvet hardness in her hand.

  “Nothing?” she asked, stroking him back to life.

  “Nothing.” He answered.

  “Then do as I ask and climb me again.” He didn’t need to be asked twice, and soon Lily found herself gently flipped over on her side, his fingers teasing her once again before plunging into her, his grey light filling the room once more as he lavished her entire body with his love.

  Chapter Ten

  Lily awoke on the floor the next day, naked with only a sheet wrapped around her legs.

  There was a pillow under her head, and a note crumpled in her hand. She unfolded it, her eyes blurring in the bright light. “Whatever happens today, I love you.” She let her head fall back against the pillow.

  Last night had been the best night of her life. Chase had taken her six times in all, and they would have gone longer if they hadn’t fallen asleep tangled up on the floor. The bed, the floor, the table…the
y had christened almost every piece of furniture in the room. Her womanhood was sore but happy. Thinking of Chase, his black eyes wild with lust, his rapid thrusting and slow caresses made Lily tingle from head to toe. She reached her hand down between her legs and rubbed softly as she remembered every moment from last night.

  One in particular stuck out in her mind: His head, buried beneath her thighs, as she straddled his shoulders, her body pressed up against a wall, Chase with one hand on his cock, stroking with wild abandon as he held her with aloft with the other. Chase! With a shudder, she pressed her fingers hard against her clit and released.

  She let out a long breath with a single thought: how soon until I can have that again?

  Lily shook her head as she scolded herself.

  Today is the trial, she thought, best get your wits about you and focus on having a life with him forever.

  She stood shakily, letting the sheet drop around her ankles. There was a loud knock at the door and Odhran entered. Lily shrieked and reached for her sheet.

  “Don’t worry child” he said with nary a look her direction. “I’ve seen it all and more. Remember, I’m the one who dressed you yesterday.”

  And Chase is the one who ripped it off, she thought. Lily, feeling bold, stepped over the sheet and stood naked in front of the window.

  “How is your arm today?” he asked.

  Lily lifted it weakly from her side. “Sore, but surprisingly better.”

  “You look better. Your color has returned.” he said. Odhran walked quickly to the window. “Why is this open? You could freeze in here. The ocean air is cold.”

  Not when you have Chase “Silver Tongue” Husher to keep you warm, she thought.

  “I notice the furniture has been moved.” He laughed. “You must have been sleepwalking.”

  Lily’s grey eyes met his with a sly smile. “I must have been.”

  He gestured to the guards standing outside the door. They took a few steps inside and set down a tray of food and another folded robe. Odhran gestured to the tray.

  “If you will, my lady, please sit and enjoy your breakfast. Once you are done, I will take you down to the pools to get ready for your trial.”