faerie rift chronicles 01 - faerie rift

by Jae Vogel

  “Yes,” she agreed. “And I came to you, still. But… could I know why?”

  The Sky Father walked towards her. He did not threaten nor intimidate. His very presence was soothing, except for the agitation he caused in her blood, the excitement he caused… He stopped before her. Tenderly, he reached up and tucked her hair behind her ears.

  But then, his hands, large and warm and sure, trailed down to her shoulders. Laova’s heart was racing, racing, as her mind seemed stuck, as if it were still frozen as a rock on the summit of Star-Reach. His hands slipped around her rib cage. Through the thin fabric, it seemed as though she was already naked, especially when his thumbs traced the edges of her breasts, bringing their tips to hard points.

  “Yes, you can,” he replied. “Much of it you cannot understand, not in this moment. But I will explain in full. For now, I have waited many years for you, Laova, and if you are in agreement, I think it’s time.”

  His thumbs crossed over her nipples, and Laova was in agreement.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, it’s time.”

  Smiling again, the Sky Father leaned down to kiss her.

  “But… will I be allowed to go back?” Laova asked, afraid of the answer.

  He stopped. A very deep sadness entered his eyes, and he nodded. “Yes. You will not want to, but you will be allowed to go back. You will have to.”

  He reached up tugged the sash loose from Laova’s waist. The gown fell off her shoulders of it had merely fallen apart, and she stood there, naked, trembling. The Sky Father looked down at her body and brought his lips to hers, and Laova’s hesitation melted.

  His fingers returned to her breasts, teasing and plucking at the sensitive skin there, as he kissed her. Laova kissed back, enthusiastically; he tasted like… well, he tasted like summer. She could feel the sun and the rain on her tongue as his dashed over it, and his face near hers gave off radiance very much like sunlight.

  One of his hands circled around and crushed her hips to his, and his hardness ground against her belly; she reached up and tugged blindly on the straps that held his trousers closed. He didn’t stop her. When the pants fell down his long, strong legs he stepped out of them easily and lifted Laova to carry her to the great mass of pillows and furs near the fire.

  “I’m sorry,” he murmured against her mouth. His breath, too, had grown short. He was over her, holding his weight up on his arms as he gazed down at her naked body; Laova’s body was trembling with need, and he seemed to know it. “I had intended for this to be slow, and more careful.”

  Laova moaned and reached up to hook his neck and bring his lips back down to hers. “Not slow—fast.”

  “Not too fast,” he replied in a murmur. He kissed her, less gently than before. “Dear one, you have never lain with a man before, much less with a god. Be careful what you ask for.” His hands returned to her breasts, caressing, driving Laova mad with need.

  His warning was a wise one, and Laova bore under his hands with it in mind, writhing, letting her hands drink in the shape and angles of his body to try and distract herself from his patience. His legs rested between hers, so close to where they needed to be… Laova inched upwards slightly, aligning herself with the very erect proof that he wanted her, as much as she wanted him, now, right now…

  The Sky Father seemed amused and wise to her tricks. He slid down her body and Laova’s mind shambled apart again when he began working her nipples around his mouth, with his lips, his tongue. Now his abdomen pressed in the aching place where her thighs met, and it was not enough.

  “Please,” she whispered. “I can’t bear this…”

  The Sky Father kissed her again, and one of his hands reached down, pleasuring her until she gasped. “If you can’t bear this, how do you expect to bear me?”

  She looked at him, and saw the humor in his face. She sighed, then gasped again at his hand’s tantalizing motions.

  “Please,” she asked again in a shaking whisper. “You brought me here for this… don’t make me wait…”

  “Dear one, you’ve waited only a short time for this,” he pointed out, lips against her ear. His breath was ragged, almost as ragged as Laova’s. “But I will do as you ask. Hold on to me.”

  Laova did, desperately, and the Sky Father moved squarely between her legs. She felt it pressing against her, felt his hands help part the way, and then his hips were pressing against her legs and he was inside her.

  It was everything she’d ever hoped. The Sky Father pulled back and thrust in again, and she cried out. Her very core roared agreement, and the Sky Father’s body pulsed and moved within her. Everything disappeared—she forgot about the people she’d known, and her village, and her harrowing journey up Star-Reach. Something in Laova’s mind opened fully, as if a window had been suddenly thrown open.

  And suddenly, Laova knew what a window was.

  Her climax twisted her and she felt as though she were breaking, but all the while, she saw things, understood things, that hadn’t existed a moment ago. The Sky Father lay within her, spent, breathing heavily in the aftermath of their hurried consummation. He looked down at her, curiously.

  And Laova blinked, thinking. Her muscles were loose and swampy with languor, but that was all right. All of the sudden, she had a lot to think about.

  ***

  “Laova!”

  Taren kept shouting it, running back and forth as if she might suddenly appear without warning. “Laova!”

  Exhausted, Nemlach leaned against a rock. She was gone. She’d just disappeared; along with the spirit lights. If he’d looked over the edge of the summit, Nemlach would have been able to watch the storm cloud below dissipate and dissolve, as well. As if its purpose had been served, it simmered out and vanished, leaving a glorious vista of the valley below.

  But Nemlach closed his eyes. The air was still too thin here, and this was too much. She’d been right there, within his reach. What on earth had happened?

  “What happened?!” Taren echoed his thoughts frantically. “Where is—she?!”

  “I don’t know,” Nemlach answered weakly. “All I saw… was the light… she’s gone.”

  “Gone?!” Taren was growing hysterical; his pale face was turning blue at the nose. Nemlach knew they’d have to get back down the mountain, and soon. “Gone? She couldn’t have just disappeared!”

  “She did.”

  “Laova!” Taren carried on. The situation was terrible, but to Nemlach that horrible fruitless shouting into the night was the worst of it. He couldn’t stand to hear it. He reached out and grabbed Taren’s arm.

  “Stop it!” He shook the kid, until Taren wrestled away. “Stop it! She’s not here!”

  “She has to be here… somewhere!”

  “What are you not understanding? She’s gone!” Nemlach paused; they really had to get down from this mountain. They would both die up here slowly, otherwise.

  Taren stood there, panting. “Nemlach,” he moaned. “She can’t! She has to, we have to… find her!”

  “Look at yourself!” Nemlach insisted. “We can’t even breathe here!”

  “You want to leave?” Taren asked in disbelief.

  No, he didn’t. The truth was, Nemlach didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to move from this spot again. He’d worked and labored to reach her, to save her. And at the last second, right out from his grasp… Nemlach didn’t want to leave. He wanted to lie down and die, freeze to die or suffocate, whichever came first.

  “Yes,” Nemlach lied. “We have to… she wouldn’t want us to… die here.”

  Taren opened his mouth, as if to argue.

  A cringing zap of light and pressure enveloped them again.

  It blinded him, just as it had the first time. Nemlach blinked, heart pounding, waiting for his vision to clear and for the night to reappear. Appear it did, slowly—Taren was blinking too, trying to get his sight back.

  But there was a third silhouette, as Nemlach fought to see straight. The mountain summit was just a
s it had been, except for the addition of a familiar figure, standing just where he’d last seen her.

  “Laova!” Nemlach saw her before Taren did, and ran instantly to her side, as he should have done the first time around. She seemed a little stunned, blinking in confusion. It was her face, certainly, just as she’d left…

  But her black hair had turned white.

  Nemlach stared at it; afraid his eyes might have been damaged by the light flashes. Taren had caught up now, and was standing beside them, staring openly at Laova’s hair.

  “Laova! What happened?” he asked, still unable to stop staring.

  She didn’t respond at first. Clearly disoriented, she clung to Nemlach’s arms.

  “It worked,” she whispered. There was a ghostly look to her, both wistful and baffled. “I… I’m back.”

  Nemlach hadn’t thought there was anything left that could possibly confuse him more. But then, without warning, Laova’s face crumpled, and she sobbed. Great tears froze on her face and he brushed them away carefully.

  “Oh, Nemlach!” she cried, and let herself be gathered up into his arms. He hugged her close.

  Nemlach froze.

  Slowly, he pulled back. He hadn’t paid much attention to her clothes before; her hair was startling enough, if he needed more surprises after her abrupt disappearance and reappearance. But now that he looked, they were not the same as the ones she had left in. Similar, yes. They were made of hides and furs, and cut in a fashion that almost seemed… intentionally similar to what she’d had. This was not what had drawn his attention.

  Laova watched him with great, dark, unreadable eyes as he felt carefully down her abdomen, to her distended, very pregnant, stomach.

  Just yesterday he’d lain beside her, touching her intimately, becoming familiar with all the lines and planes of her body.

  This was impossible.

  Taren stared, dumbstruck.

  Laova stared into Nemlach’s eyes, waiting. Things had changed in her; it was obvious, now that the jolt of her sudden return was passed. Her face… she was older. Not, perhaps, in years, but in knowledge.

  “Laova…” he whispered. Nemlach hadn’t meant to whisper. “Where have you been?”

  Her lips parted, and Nemlach watched as doors closed in her heart at the very question. Sadness quieted her voice as she answered. “Many places. Oh, gods, Nemlach, many places.”

  He laid a hand on her stomach. “How… long?”

  “I don’t know,” she replied.

  He glanced down at the swell of her belly; a prickle of hurt twisted inside him. “Who?”

  Laova squeezed his arm. “A god. He goes by many names. But this is the child of a god.”

  ***

  It was easier to descend from the mountain; without the storm, the only obstacle was occasionally slippery footing. It had been cloudy for days; they hadn’t been able to see the sky lighten over the past week, preparing to receive a reborn sun.

  But as the three of them stood on the high slopes of Star-Reach, Nemlach holding Laova’s hand, watching her every step, the brightening sky unexpectedly broke open. A sliver of sunlight struck them, and after so long in the dark it was blinding. Except to Laova; it was as if she had been in a lighter place, where sunlight had never fled.

  She looked out over the world that lay below, beneath scuttling clouds and towering mountains. It was a wronged and ravaged world, one that her people did not understand. She set a hand on her burgeoning stomach and thought that despite everything that had happened, perhaps all was not dark.

  Not yet.

  - THE END -

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