Amber lights
Chapter One.
In the beginning
Brizmoltal lay on the banks of the Vour River. Her day at the Halfling Magicians Guild had been long. As a human born in Mispoint, she had taken on a position at the Guild after much stalking from Lariner Lesialeth Lossiad Felord.
It was a gorgeous Teevil evening and the river beckoned her as a lover would. Brizmoltal lazily started to remove her pacs, wiggling her toes as the constraints were kicked aside. Her striped hose amused her, ‘If Lossiad Felord only knew, I was not in the deigned accompaniments, I’d receive detention.’ She giggled to herself. Her cloak lay discarded, its silver studs catching beams of the changing state of the sunlight, thirteen for the Fathers, seven for the Mothers, two for the moons and one for the sun, graced the ethereal garment, marking its owner as a Sorceress.
Standing, Brizmoltal stretched her aching muscles, bending left then right, forward then back, standing on her toes she reached to the impending stars. ‘Mmm, sky clad, I shall be.’ She thought as she idly started to unlace the leather thongs that held her cobwebbed dress onto her svelte body, falling into a waterfall of weaved lace at her feet, she stepped lightly from its confines, her dagger its silver blade and dusty qua stone, lying gently against her breasts. With poise Brizmoltal, gently lifted the dagger from between her breasts, raising it to her lips, she lightly kissed the hilt and blade, before removing it from her body. Wrapping it in her cloak, she lightly stepped forward. Tentatively touching the waters of the Vour River with her toes, she watched as the circular ripples spread out, smiling at the circles of life, they represented.
Ankle deep in the river, Brizmoltal knew it would be better just to plunge deeply into the depths, but she was also aware that in the depths, certain death hid. Slowly she walked forward, feeling the mud, squeeze up between her toes and the cool water softly caresses her skin as she eased into its depths. ‘Aahh, such as it would be to be a mer…’ she grinned as she swam against the waters current, feeling her muscles working beneath her taunt skin.
Gnarled trees hid him, under their aged arches he watched the human female as she disrobed, slipping into the Vour River, she swam. He was amazed at her graceful movements and the lack of splash, which she did not incur as she exercised the cares of her day away. Malagolin had been sitting beside the river Vour himself, trying to chase away the demons that had been plaguing his daylight and night time hours, for weeks. He had first noticed her some two hours prior as she had walked the hidden paths to the waters edge. Malagolin recognised her from the cloak that adorned her shoulders. He had even considered seeking her assistance, with his personal woes. Nevertheless, intuition told him that this Sorceress needed time alone.
‘Is she a mage of the light or dark?’ he thought as he peered around the knotted trunk of a Radmers tree, he watched as she washed herself with handfuls of the mud. ‘Such a beautiful body, all her pieces are like gnomish females, but not as hairy.’ His eyes skimmed over her body, appreciating the sights.
Brizmoltal stepped up the bank; a refreshing caller touched her skin. ‘Anemo, is that you in your ethereal elemental form?’ she whispered quietly within her mind. Brizmoltal recalled memories of Anemo, before she had left Mispoint to become a disciple of the ‘God Elsen’. Sinking to her knees, she smiled as the soft breeze teased her nipples and caressed her backside. ‘Aahh Anemo if that is indeed you, your touch has certainly not changed.’ Brizmoltal sighed as she lay on her back, enjoying the loving brush of the breeze. Her mind still playing out images of her youth, spent with her adoptive sister at the edges of the river.
Malagolin watched as Brizmoltal lay on the water's edge. ‘This human her body, is captivating.’ Malagolin guardedly watched, feeling his own arousal as he did. His small, muscle bound body, reacting in ways that he certainly was accustomed to, but with even more vigor than normal. Bit by bit he edged closer, he could see the woman Sorceress smiling, her eyes closed. Beads of moisture clung to her purple nipples, like steam from kettles at an ech. Malagolin looked on in hot despair and longing.
Not knowing that in the branches of the Radmer tree ‘Quont’ sat. Watching, willing and waiting! He had played his cards right with Malagolin, directing her subconscious to come to the River Vour on this day at this time. ‘Quont’ had in mind a sexual connection, altered with cruel intentions in mind. All the pieces were falling into place and the ‘God’ smiled, mischievously.
Malagolin stepped lightly closer, as he did Brizmoltal’s legs opened, her glistening core revealing her soul. Finding himself drawn to this human female, Malagolin moved ever closer, observing that the smile still played on her lips and her pink tipped tongue would dart out wetting them, causing him to shudder in delight. Sliding up between her legs, Malagolin tentatively caressed her small shaft with his forefinger; he likened this area to a little man in his boat gently bobbing along on the currents of desire.
Brizmoltal felt the pressure on her neither regions, but kept her eyes closed. Her mind believing that is was an old and dear friend, visiting in her puppet form. With one hand, Malagolin tended to the needs of the human woman, whilst his other dealt with the lacings of his own tunic. Not ready to take the garment off completely he lifted it over his shoulders, and over the back of his head. Slowly he snaked his hand down to his own breeches, slipping them down to his knees and then gently wiggling out of them, with each rise and fall of the woman’s hips.
Malagolin was more than aroused. The woman’s scent permeated the air and his nostrils flared, his own penis jerking in the direction of the woman’s soul core. Slowly he adjusted his position, lightly running his other hand up the inside of her thighs, she opened her legs wider as he did so, exposing more of her inner core. Malagolin knew an invitation when he saw one and lowered his head. His own needs forgotten, he wanted to know if a human woman tasted the same as gnomish women. He was pleasantly surprised. Deciding he could eat a human woman this way for many hours, he settled into a position that would guarantee his comfort and that she would enjoy the experience of a horny gnome males tongue, exploring her depths.
Far in the Radmer trees branches, ‘Quont’ smiled in triumph. The ‘God of Lust’ took his own pleasure in knowing that from this union a child would be born. One of great beauty and formidable Ga. He blessed Brizmoltal and Malagolin’s union in his own mind, by just staying put and watching. He knew that his brother ‘Roadius’ would be pleased with the results of this union, just not in the way that he had achieved it.
As the sun played out of the sky, on Morla day 176 and Araf graced the skies. Brizmoltal and Malagolin partook in Mernacian pleasures. Unbeknownst to ‘Quont’ this altered union also was now blessed by ‘The One’ and ‘Siberlee’. The results of such a union would be for the ‘Good of the races of light.’
Malagolin knew they would slide their bodies together, without hurry, without holding back, he had no hurry to be anywhere and he was sure the Sorceress did not either. Slipping his hands under her buttocks, he gave them a firm squeeze as she jerked forward thrusting herself into his face and impaling herself on his thick tongue. Malagolin knew now that she was fully aroused and did not care whom her partner was. As she dragged him up her body, he allowed her to caress his taunt nipples as he flicked hers with his tongue.
“I know not, nor care who you are!” she whispered into his ear. “You have awakened an urge in me that I have not felt in many a season and I am of certain mind to give you a swinging good time that you shall never forget!”
With that said, Brizmoltal pulled Malagolin further up her body, taking his gnomehood into her pretty mouth. With his hairy bum straddled across her breasts, Malagolin could not believe that he was having sex, with human Sorceress. In addition, it was proving to be the best sex he had ever had the opportunity to partake.
He was impressed with the way she worked her tongue along his thickened shaft, how she carefully handled his balls and they way she keep her eyes on his as she did so.
Reaching down to her breasts, he rolled one nipple between his forefinger and thumb, his other hand he walked down her body as he lightly leant back, slipping his fingers between the soft and slippery envelope folds of her core. He felt her raise her hips to greet and take his fingers probing her depths, her mouth responded on his maleness, by covering its head and sliding gently downwards, as he withdrew his finger from her inner self, she sucked back along the length of his member. Moans soon escaped their lips, their needs escalating as they enjoyed the pleasurable discovery of each other.
Brizmoltal licked and flicked at the inner thighs of the gnome male that was helping her ease her sexual tension. Malagolin enjoyed the feel of her tongue, it was small and rough like a cat, and its warmth travelled the length and breadth of his thighs, cumulating in wrapping itself around his very erect penis. Pulling himself away, he rolled onto his tummy and lay down her body length ways, burying his face between her legs, grabbing at her arse as he thrust his tongue faster, harder and hotter into the depths of her center, her own mouth working its magic over, under and over his genitals.
Together they lay in this manner for what felt like several hours. Before they slid their bodies together, no haste or chaste was involved with their coupling. It was purely divine lust. Not once, nor twice did they join. But several times over the space of the evening. During which the stars of Mernac started to twinkle and shine in their blue-black velvet landscape.
During their third encounter, Brizmoltal whispered a hairs breadth from Malagolin ear her name. He in turn let her name slide from his lips with his thrusts and as he settled into calmness, he gazed into her eyes and spoke his name.
© Findbotr/Anemo July 2007
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