Suddenly, she saw a distant sparkle. A light. Where is it coming from? With the Eye of Fire, she saw that it was coming from the Fountain Room. What was that? She clasped her hand over her mouth. Behind her friends, who sat unknowingly around, chatting, there was a hole that was slowly growing in the wall. A wall that was the only thing that protected her friends from the thousands of sharks that swam outside. She looked desperately at the Warlock and ran for the door. It was locked. She slid down against the door and sighed. The only way out of this room was with the man who lay on the bier. She took a deep breath and stood up slowly. With another deep breath, she walked towards the naked man. If this was what she had to do, she will do it. Saria knew that this was what Destiny had in store for her. No one else could have broken this spell for there were few adventuresses bold enough to arrive here, that had never lain with a man. In a sense, it was good that no one knew the true intent of the Warlock of the Sea though she marveled at the ingeniousness of it all. She was told that the first was unforgettable. Scrutinizing the motionless body before her, absorbing the entire length of his flesh that would only wake if she wanted, she made a vow not to forget. His muscles were outlined under his skin and scars marred it in different places. She passed her fingers lightly over his chest, unsure really of what to do and self-conscious about doing it. Bringing her nose close to the skin of his chest, she smelled him as she breathed deeply over his chest. He responded with a slight sigh. ‘Okay, a little too tame,’ she observed. ‘Let’s try something else.’ The tip of her nose passed over his nipple and her lips followed suit. The Warlock jerked slightly. ‘That must have been something good,’ she thought. Her lips kissed his nipple lightly. He stirred softly. ‘I’m getting closer.’ She licked it. He sighed deeply. Then she began to nibble and tongue it. She looked down his body and saw that as he moaned his member had become thicker.
She led her finger to travel down his neck and onto his well-formed chest. The finger traveled smoothly to the nest of curls where his member was, slowly lifting itself from slumber. She watched transfixed as she stroked his manhood and it grew thick under her finger. She bent over it and felt it with her lips. It grew thicker and she heard a soft moan come from the Warlock’s throat. She burrowed in the hairs, against the member which was standing, warming the skin of her cheek. She placed her lips on the head and kissed it. She took off her clothes quickly and placed them in a pile by the bier, leaving only Eye of Fire in its place on her neck. ‘Here we go,’ she thought and climbed on top of the bier. She looked at his member which was losing stiffness. Craning over it, her tongue slowly wet it from base to tip. It immediately straightened into a stand. As her tongue worked, she caressed his body which lay strong and muscular in front of her. His hands were large and rough and she was instantly seized by an image of the Warlock holding her by the waist and breasts with those hands. She picked up his hand and held it against her breast. It felt sensual and as she moved his hand over her, she too began to feel aroused.
She began to nuzzle his neck and kiss it lightly as she rubbed her knob on his manhood. A surge of desire went through her. She couldn’t believe that this could feel so incredible. As her kneading of his manhood increased, she began to kiss his ear and lick it lightly. He groaned even louder and she matched his groan as she felt liquid trickle down onto him. He was moaning continuously. She wanted him to wake, holding her by the waist and kissing her, filling her completely. Underneath her, he was hard and thick and she felt swollen. She held him in place as she lowered herself onto him. She did it slowly and felt how incredibly generous he was. She held him tight and with every bit of him she entered into her, she felt as if she were going to split in two. He was finally completely inside of her and she couldn’t believe how thick he continued to get. Slowly, she started raising and lowering herself onto him until his breathing became erratic. She held herself in place and gyrated her hips forward, brushing her knob against his hair. His moans echoed within the room as she felt her desire about to shatter. She threw herself onto him and felt the knobs of her breasts slide with the sweat that both were producing. She needed to maintain that feeling and grabbed his arms to slide herself up and down him when their throats opened to emit one long note of happiness and pleasure. His eyes flew open at the same time he wrapped his arms around her body from which light emanated in a blinding torrent. As the sound of their throats died, Saria placed her mouth on his and found him receptive with her tongue. His hands explored her body and finally came upon her face. He detached their mouths and smoothed a lock of her hair behind her ear and studied her expression. He smiled. The woman on top of him blazed with heavenly glory.
“To whom do I owe the pleasure of waking me?”
“I am Saria of the Keeper of the Emerald Forest.”
“I am Oslin, Warlock of the Wind. At your service,” and with one swift movement, he sat them up but he held her close to his chest. Her smell was intoxicating. But as she lifted a leg to dismount him, she winced. He lifted her slowly and easily by the hips.
“Carefully. I would curse my brother for having you suffer as you have but I cannot say that I am displeased with how I came back to life,” he grinned boyishly. Saria beamed.
“I…” her glance focused downward for she did not need the Eye to see that where they had joined, the bier and the area between her legs were covered in blood. Her blood. She was flustered and could not say a word. Oslin took her hand.
“I am sorry. I did not realize that this would happen…” Her cheeks flushed with color. His finger traced a line down her face.
“It was your life blood that brought me back. Without it, I would have remained cursed.” He paused as a soft breeze whirled around them.
“Let us get dressed. I am told you have friends in the Tower.” She grasped his hand. As she surveyed the Fountain Room, she saw that much happened in the time she mounted the bier. He observed her as she used the Eye of Fire and he took pleasure in examining each curve at his leisure: the tautness of her body, the light spring of her flesh, her smell, her blood. His brother knew what he was doing.
“They suffered a fright but I believe they are alright,” he said as he bent down directly passing his face before her body, to pick up her clothes. Saria felt the heat of his breath pass over her. She leaned her head back as she felt his lips and nose pass between her breasts. With a sudden movement, his mouth latched onto her breast and she arched against him. He swept an arm beneath her and placed her on the bier and would have placed himself deep within her again had she not stopped and said softly, “My friends first. We will have all night to ourselves.” Oslin took a deep breath as she jumped off the bier and dressed herself quickly. He counted the hours before nightfall. Too many.
