by Viola Grace
“What?” Kenyon was incredulous, what ever he had expected her to say, this was not it.
“I want him unconscious so that I can lie with him, without him remembering. Do you want me to draw you a picture?” Her voice was shrill with embarrassment.
The elf sat perfectly still for a few moments. Then laughter bubbled out of his chest and spilled from his throat. He howled with laughter, and rolled from his chair and onto the floor. Tears coursed down his face as he gasped for breath.
When he had himself under control again, Anya asked him, “So can you help me?”
“Yes, just a moment.” Chuckling under his breath, he went to one of the shelves. Moving several bottles out of the way, he selected a large one filled with a viscous blue liquid. He carefully measured it out into three separate containers. He then crossed the room to her and handed over the corked bottles.
“Here are three doses of the sleeping draught. But I am warning you now—the potion will be less effective every time you use it. It will give him a sleep that will last for four hours, no longer. His body should still be able to respond to yours.” Shaking his head and grinning he escorted her to the door.
“What do I owe you for this?”
“Nothing. Just let me know if it works.” He closed the door laughing, when her eyes displayed her dismay.
* * * *
The next day Anya found herself shaking as she knocked on Orthias’ door. She had dosed both pieces of roast that John had given her. It was too late to change her mind.
They ate as usual and he started yawning halfway through the meal. Each piece that she removed from her plate was carefully stored in a fold of her robes and as was his custom, he finished all of the food that she had left behind. Yawning, he led her into the library and excused himself to take a nap. He yawned on the way out of the room and she crossed her fingers.
A few minutes later, she did not hear any movement. Carefully she crept out of the library, leaving the door open so as not to make any additional noise. She eased the door to the master bedroom open and slipped inside. The windows were open to the autumn breezes, the drapes pulled back. Light streamed into the room.
Orthias slept soundly on his back, his shirt and trousers on, but unbuttoned and unlaced. His boots were on vigil by the side of the bed. She moved forward and cleared her throat. She waited for him to stir. He slept on.
Steeling herself, she reached out to stroke his face, running her fingers along the edge of his jaw line and across his lips. When he still didn’t stir, she breathed a sigh of relief.
With fingers that were trembling, her clothing was discarded one piece at a time. She stood completely nude with the marks of the binding pressed into her ample breasts in the bright and sun covered room. Her body was extremely pale, her wide hips flaring below a narrow waist.
Anya climbed up onto the bed, contemplating where to start with the sleeping giant. Minya’s advice came roaring back to her and she raised one hand to slide his shirt open. Maidenly restraint was suddenly less important as she felt his heart beating a steady, heavy rhythm. Her other hand was itching to touch his flesh, and since she could not reach around him, she went over him.
Kneeling astride him sent a hum of contentment through her. Both of her hands were now free to learn his contours and the textures of his flesh. She could feel the leather of his trousers on the soft delicate tissue between her thighs and she rocked on him slightly. The spear of delight that raced through her at the previously unknown contact caused her to gasp and rock again. Her hips rolled gently against his and she felt an answering response from him.
Curious now, she scooted back to allow her adventurous hands to continue to explore. She gently peeled back the edges of his trousers, working them down to expose his member... It began to rise slowly from its nest of hair, jerking in response as she stroked her fingers down, then up, learning another texture of Orthias’ body. She heard him sigh and darted a quick look at his face. He slept on.
Anya wrapped her hands around his length as her attentions had the desired effect. Stroking both hands down to the base then up to the crown, she was delighted when a pearly drop appeared at the tip. Looking up to watch his face, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking gently. He made no movement to indicate his waking.
She lifted her head and ran her tongue around her lips, tasting him again. He tasted salty, musky, and very alien to her. Her hands resumed their task, stimulating his arousal every now and again dipping beneath to toy with the sack that lay below. She eyed the length and girth that she had awoken. She was not sure that she would be able to take him all within her, but the warmth blooming in her belly urged her to try.
She levered herself up on her knees, then held his member in place as she began to press her opening against him. She was too dry. Minya had warned her about this. She needed to be wet. A tiny bit of moisture had leaked out of her when she had pressed that spot in the depths of her sex by rocking against him. Perhaps if she rubbed it again more would come.
She tried to rub the head of his cock against it, but it was too awkward to support her weight and hold him in the right place at the same time. An idea occurred to her and she moved down to straddle one of his thick thighs still encased in the leather trousers. She braced her hands on his hips and rocked her pelvis against his thigh. There! That was it. The sensation made her dizzy and she fell forward rocking her hips to a steady beat. Her mouth was an inch from the head of his cock and she opened her mouth to take it in. Her hips rocked faster and she could feel the moisture beginning to leak out of her. As the heat flared higher in her, she sucked at him with a frenzy, her tongue spiraling around him and one hand working at the smooth column of flesh.
He groaned in his sleep. She froze. One hand on his cock and one on his hip. When he showed no more signs of waking Anya decided that she needed to get on with it. Straddling him once again, she lodged him in her slick opening. She braced her hands on his stomach and lowered her hips. She flung her head back as she felt him slide an inch within her, then two. Her breasts heaved as sweat began to run down her body. She worked herself up and down on him until she felt resistance—then stopped. She drew her hips up and plunged them down, twisting in pain as she felt his erection push through her maidenhead.
She fell forward, resting her head on his chest. A few tears leaked from her eyes as she waited for the pain to subside. She had been expecting it, but it still was not pleasant. She shifted her hips slightly and was surprised to find that the pain was subsiding and the pleasure was returning.
Her hips started a jerky beat and soon she felt the burning pleasure returning. With every beat she was closer and closer to something. But she didn’t know what.
Orthias’ body suddenly arched under her and she felt something squirting within her. She watched his eyelids flutter and quickly dismounted, flinching at the soreness. Whatever she had been on the brink of, it was not worth being here when he woke up.
She watched him as she quietly dressed. He had lapsed into deep asleep once again. His cock had softened to the point where she could tuck it back into his trousers, but then she noticed the blood on him. Quickly she ran to the kitchen and dampened a cloth. Returning, she wiped as much of the blood and sticky residue that she could get. She felt the same stickiness between her own thighs and blushed to the roots of her hair. She would have to bathe when she got home.
She returned him to a semblance of the way he had been before she had entered the room. At the first sign of his waking, she left him and let herself out the front door.
* * * *
The next day she returned for lunch and he apologized to her for falling asleep during her visit. She blushed and said that it was fine. She had never been so happy to have the veil and robe in place as she was now. Her face was on fire. It was awkward enough that the smell of his warm skin close to her was causing that wetness she had had to work so hard for the day before. As soon as she could, she left him, practically runn
ing back to the village, her aching thighs protesting against every step.
The next week followed their regular routine. Her embarrassment pushed to the side as she genuinely enjoyed his company. He had not noticed anything amiss apparently. Everything was as it had been. And she still had two vials of the potion.
Her soreness had subsided after a few days and she was wondering if she could capture the feeling that had eluded her the last time.
The next day she arrived with lunch and two portions of pork. She had treated both portions with the potion. Everything occurred as it had the last time. They had lunch and she went into the library to read. Soon he came in yawning and excused himself once again to take a nap.
She waited five minutes and crept silently into his bedroom once again. This time she shed her clothing before approaching him. Her hands came up to massage her own breasts, soothing the flesh and helping to fade the marks of the tight bindings.
Her hand came to caress his face once again, but this time she kissed him, stroking his lips with her tongue. She tasted the meat on his lips and felt slightly dizzy.
Gasping she pulled her head back and wiped her mouth with her hand. The potion! Had she ingested enough to affect her? She didn’t think so and continued with her plan.
Her hands eagerly spread his open shirt and touched the terrain they had been craving. She straddled him once again as she stroked and worked her hands down his abdomen.
A twitching between her thighs startled her. It was much sooner than the last time, but she was not going to waste the opportunity. Anya backed down his thighs and opened his trousers all the way. His erection sprung up as if it released from a bow, arching proudly toward his muscled stomach. She leaned forward to take him in between her lips once again, her mouth watering at the prospect. She heard a groan from his throat and increased her ministrations, confident that the potion would keep him under.
Her hands held him, stroked him, and worked his cock without mercy while her tongue licked, swirled, and flicked at the purple head. She heard another groan and smiled, drawing back from him and sitting astride his thighs.
She looked at his face with her mouth swollen and red. It fell open in shock when she saw his storm colored eyes looking at her with fierce concentration.
With a roar he sat up and dragged her beneath him. Running his hands down her breasts and belly he worked two fingers between her thighs and smiled at the moisture he found there. Her hands pushed ineffectually at his chest as she fought him by reflex.
“Anya, isn’t this why you came here today?” His voice was low and he punctuated his words with a thrust of his fingers.
“No, yes, I didn’t mean to…ohh.” Her voice trailed off as his lips found one nipple and latched on. Waves of sensation coursed through her to that spot between her thighs that had caused the delicious tension the time before. Only this time it was stronger, hotter, and oh gods, the pressure of his mouth on her felt so wonderful.
His hand was drenched with the slick moisture pouring out of her channel when he drew his fingers out and moved to cover her. She felt him nudging at her entrance and rocked her hips to take him deep. Slowly, ever so slowly, he worked inside. She had thought that she had taken all of him the first time, but obviously she was wrong.
With his body covering hers and his hips rocking against her she began to moan with every thrust. Each time he withdrew, a mewling sound came from her throat, which ended in a sighing cry as he thrust forward again. Over and over her breathy cries filled the air.
She felt that delightful coil winding tight once again.
Orthias’ eyes watched her face carefully as he reached between them to touch that tiny bud of pleasure that seemed to be controlling the heat within her. With a few deft strokes of his wicked fingers, the coil snapped and she shuddered in her first release. Her eyes locked with his as her body twisted in its orgasm. Sweat dripped from his brow as he continued to move his fingers between them, prolonging the pulsing deep within her. She finally relaxed against the bed linens and he began to move with a diabolical purpose.
He pounded into her and groaned as his own release came closer with every stroke of his shaft into her depths. Her legs came up to lock around his hips as he rode her. Her hands stroked his chest, his arms, his belly, then gripped his ass and pulled him into her. His eyes widened, then he groaned as his hips jerked into hers and his cock spurted its load into her waiting belly.
He groaned again and dropped his torso to the side, so as not to crush her under his weight.
Silence fell between them as they both struggled for breath. Anya turned to face him and found his grin firmly in place once again.
“Isn’t it better when I am allowed to participate?” His chuckle was deep and he was definitely in a good mood.
“You were awake?” Her whisper was horrified. “I didn’t mean…I just wanted to…I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just don’t try it again.” He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, which slowed to a dueling of tongues. Their breathing had become deeper by the time he lifted his mouth off hers.
“How could you have pretended to be asleep? I thought the draught was supposed to keep you unconscious.” Anya was perturbed, but not really disappointed at the way things had worked out.
“Oh, the sleeping potion that Kenyon gave you works on giants alright. It just doesn’t work on the fey.”
“The fey?”
“Yes, didn’t I tell you? I may be half-giant, but I am also half-fey. Kenyon is my brother.” He kissed the tip of her nose then licked it happily.
“Oh gods!” Anya flipped onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillows. She covered her head with her arms and swore to never look him in the eye again. Ha ha.
Orthias began to laugh. It started as a chuckle and kept going until it was a full-throated roar of amusement. He howled with glee.
It was at this point that Anya made a break for it. She rolled out of the bed and darted around the other side, snagging her dress on her way out and pulling it on as she sprinted barefoot through the house.
She had just opened the door, putting one foot on the porch when arms snagged her from behind and lifted her off her feet. She began to kick and flail for freedom as he anchored her to his side with one arm and closed the door with the other.
“You jerk! You fiend! Liar! Cheat! Jerk!” She kept her diatribe up as he calmly walked back into his bedroom and closed the door. Just as calmly he turned and slid a latch at the top of the door, two feet out of her reach.
He dropped her onto the bed, peeled out of his trousers and shirt, and then came down beside her. “You said jerk twice.”
“Why, just tell me why I went through all that, and you played along?” She felt tears welling in her eyes and she began to sniffle.
He cuddled her close, stroking her hair. “I didn’t want to make you nervous. I wanted you to be comfortable with me before we made love. Controlling myself and pretending to be asleep seemed the least I could do.”
He continued in a quiet voice, “I had no idea that it was going to be your first time. By the time I realized it, it seemed too late to do anything. ‘Waking up’ at that point would only have scared you off, and I really wanted you to try again. Really.”
“Really? The first time was nice, but what we just did was so much better. What did you tell Kenyon?” she asked, her voice muffled against his chest.
“Kenyon has known about you for some time. He was shocked when you came to him for the potion, he couldn’t get over here to tell me fast enough. The thought of a puny human wanting to seduce his brother was more than he could handle. I think his head exploded.”
She let out a muffled giggle, but his humor finally got through her miasma of humiliation. She brought her face out of hiding and lifted her mouth to his.
“Ok, so my plan worked, after a fashion. The embarrassment will fade eventually I guess.” Her head fell back when his lips began to kiss their way down her neck. “Were
you seduced?”
His teeth grazed the sensitive side of her neck, “You doubt it?”
“Well, I have never done anything like that before. I don’t know if I was any good at it.”
“Hmm…well you were a little hesitant about taking my clothing off.” As he spoke, he tugged her gown up over her hips. He moved her slightly and flipped the gown off over her head.
“Was that it?”
“For now. I’ll keep you apprised of your progress as we continue. What you are doing right now is very nice, for instance.”
She had drawn her head back down and was licking and kissing his chest, moving from one nipple to the other. She used her teeth to tug at him and was a little surprised when he moved her away from him.
“There’s someone at the door.” He rolled away from her, grabbed his trousers, and tugged them on. He didn’t bother with a shirt or boots. “I’ll be right back. Stay warm.”
He tucked her in with a quilt and kissed her forehead gently. Then he unlocked the door and closed it behind him.
She heard male voices outside in the hall. They grew slightly loud for a few moments but she could not make out what they said. Snuggling back into her warm cocoon, she dozed off.
* * * *
Hours later, she woke. The room was quiet and dark. Silence filled the entire house. She swung her legs out of bed and reached for her dress. It wasn’t there. What was there was a skirt and blouse that any of the ladies of the town would wear. Her breast binding and headgear was gone. There was no way she could go back to the tavern looking like that.
She put on the clothing Orthias had provided and left the bedroom. She didn’t hear him anywhere. She checked all of the rooms. Nothing.
Curious as a cat, she checked outside. What she saw shocked her. Orthias was standing in front of a bonfire, but that was not the shocking part. He was feeding her clothing to the flames one piece at a time. Not just the items she had worn to his house that afternoon. Everything. Obviously, he had raided her cottage and taken all of her concealing garments.