Shadow

Idonia Torbet

When the sun rose, I awoke to the sound of a rushing wind outside the wall and my snoring mate. There is a soreness between my legs where Rae had buried himself the night before. I push back the blankets, ready to get up for the day. When I look down, I see red staining the white linens.

I rushed to the changing room where our baths still set. I grab some cloths and check my slit for more blood. The only thing I find though is the dried substance that had come from the both of us. I clean myself of the bit of blood and seed from last night before covering myself in stockings and a shift.

Back in the chamber, Rae was laying in bed with his eyes open. His head rests on one arm while he watched me walk to the wardrobe. "Dressing already? I thought we could see what else makes your squirm."

"We are leaving for the shore later. I need to say proper goodbyes to my family," I remind him. As I search for appropriate attire for the day, I hear Rae get out of bed and walk up behind me.

"I saw the blood, are you alright?"

"I'm alright," I smile at his concerned tone. "I suppose it is just something that happens to females the first time."

His hard shaft presses against my ass as he grips my hips, "Do you think it will happen the second time?"

"I suppose not," I answer in a raspy voice. His hands gather the fabric of my shift, lifting it until he has access to my slit. One of his fingers dips between the nether lips, caressing a small bundle that made my legs go week.

"Remember," his husky voice meets my ear, his tongue darting out to lick the back of it. "When I promised to make you scream?"

"Not exactly," I tease him. Then his finger move to my puss, thrusting inside me. My head falls back against his chest as a moan escapes my lips. The appendage presses more against my ass, growing harder.

"You are very wet, my love," Rae chuckles, a second finger entering me. My hips buck, wanting more then two idle fingers. "Do you want more, maybe a third finger?"

"Just--" I cannot continue the sentence. In truth, I have no idea what I want. I knew that that pleasure from last night was lacking. This morning, Rae was simply teasing me, preventing the coiling desire from escaping in the same flow as before. "Please."

"I don't think I've every heard you say 'please'," Rae is finding too much amusement in this situation for my liking. I ground my hips back, pressing my ass against his cock. He growls, obviously as needy as I am.

My shift is soon abandoned on the floor and Rae presses me against the wardrobe. He lifts one of my legs as he cock plunges into me. I scream. He is less gentle this time, but that only increases my pleasure.

It doesn't take long till we both explode and a pool of desire.

As we both calm our racing hearts, there is a knock on the door. "Khanel, Khanela, it's me," Rikki's voice comes from the hall. "If Rae can separate his cock from my Khanelea, we need to leave for port soon."

"Rikki, I'll kill you," Rae growls at his friend.

I wack his chest. "Rae," I scold. "Don't be that way."

"I will have breakfast sent up in ten minutes. Unless you want a servant to see your cock and her tits, I suggest you get dressed."

"Rikki!" I grab Rae's arms before he can charge the door.

"Congratulations," Rikki's laugh echos down the hallway as he leaves.

"When we get to the middle of the sea between here and Bethlianna, I'm throwing him over the ship," Rae growls.

"Just get dressed, I'm starving," I grab my shift from the floor.

After we both dress, a servant brings us breakfast. As we eat, Rae looks over my body, though clothed, it is like he can still see my naked skin.

"Do you think we will have a pup?" Rae asks suddenly. I half choke on the tea I was drinking, coughing. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, fine," I look down at my plate. "I don't know if I am with pup. I won't know for a while."

"I would love to have a little black haired, blue eyed pup. A little girl just like her mother," he ponders for a moment.

"What if I want a red-headed warrior, just like his father?" I ask him, giving my mate a smile. He grabs my hand, kissing it before standing from the table.

"Come now, I think your brothers are in the courtyard training." I rise from the table and go with Rae. We travel easily through my former homestead. I will have to stop thinking of this place as home, it's not my home anymore. My home is the royal homestead, one Bethlianna, in the south.

In the courtyard, I see Egil with Olen. Olen was weilding a wooden sword, which confused me as we had always trained with dull steal. "Egil," I call out, leaving my mate's side to walk forward. When Olen see me, he drops the wood and runs to me.

"Idonia, please train me. Please," Olen begs, but I keep my eyes on Egil.

"Why is he using wooden sticks?" I ask.

"He is not ready for steal," Egil states as if it is most obvious fact.

"He is, he has trained with dull steal before."

"I am his trainer, I decide what he is ready for."

"He is ready for dull steal," I tell him firmly.

"It's too heavy for him."

"It is not!" Olen adds himself to the conversation.

"Egil," Father exits into the courtyard. "Listen to your sister, she knows more of Olen's training then you."

"But he is not ready!"

"Olen," I state calmly. "Go get the dull sword I train you with, bring me one as well."

Olen nods, going to the armory to grab what I have asked of him. I glare at Egil while taking off my cloak and passing it to a nearby Viker. When Olen returns, I take one of the swords. "Square up," I order my brother. Staring at Egil, I continue, "Here's the deal, Egil. He fights with the dull steal, if he proves inept, you can continue to train him. If Olen can hold his own, I take him to Bethlianna to tain as my personal Viker. Does this please you Father?"

"It does."

"Egil?"

"Fine."

"Olen?" I turn back to my younger brother.

"I'm ready," Olen assures me. I charge, he blocks successfully. His arms remain strong before pushing me back. His sword stays taunt, upright and he shows no sign of fatigue. He swings the sword, my block coming quick against his sword. We go back and forth, he has made little improvement since I've left. In fact, he is slower than before.

He can still hold the sword though. He doesn't drop it, in fact, he shows off the way I thaught him. He crosses the sword over his body and twists it around with his wrist. I smirk, advancing on him and he misses the block though, and I wack the sword against his shoulder.

"Damn it all," Olen curses, causing me to smack the back of my head with my hand.

"A Viker doesn't speak like a drunken hired sword," I remind Olen of one of our many lessons.

"Sorry, sister."

"Did his performance please you father?"

"He is more advanced then Egil was at his age. You want him as your Viker?"

"I do," I tell him, ruffling the hair of my brother.

"Olen, do you want to go with your sister?"

"Yes," Olen states.

"Then go pack your things." Olen hugs me before running off to his room. I look back at Rae, smiling and nodding to him. My sword is thrown to Egil.

"Put those away for me."