Moregon, Part 2
Copyright (c) Lila Dubois 2007. This is unedited, and I am an infamously bad self editor, so read at your own risk.
Recap: It is the night before Moregon is to begin his service as the newest Zinah. He cannot sleep and so goes out into the garden, where a pretty young woman approaches him.
“You’ve broken my heart.”
The nightdress fluttered to the floor, and the knees he’d been so diligently studying were bare in the moonlight.
“And now you must mend it.
“I what?” he yelped. Moregon wanted to look up into her face but was aware that doing so would necessitate him getting a long look at her naked body. The idea of Challia naked was enough to make him blush, let alone actually seeing it.
“You’ve broken my heart Moregon.”
“I did not mean to. I did not know I had.”
“We were meant to wed.”
“Nothing was ever arranged.”
“It was logical, you are the strongest warrior, and I the most beautiful maid.” Her confidence and arrogance was both irritating and arousing.
“Challia, put your robe back on.”
“Nae. I would taste you before the Priestess steals you away.”
“Taste me?” His voice has risen, cracking, painfully reminiscent of a few years ago when his changing voice had been so embarrassing Moregon had nearly stopped speaking.
“Don’t you want to touch me?”
“It is wrong to do so. I cannot wed you, I am bound to serve the Temple.”
“But not yet.”
She knelt and Moregon dropped his gaze to his knees.
“Please look at me.”
“Challia, you should go. No good can come of this.”
“I don’t care, I want to feel you touch me, at least once. Won’t you even look at me?” He slender hands, slightly rough from her work as a basket weaver, cupped his face, tilting it up. Moregon kept his lids lowered and then darted his gaze to hers.
She had a pretty face, always had. Blonde hair, much like his own, fell in straight lines on either side of her face.
“I made no promise to you Challia.”
“I know, but you would have, once you got up the courage.”
He was shocked by her arrogant assumption and the insult she’d delivered him, for Moregon prided himself on his courage. He was too startled to pull away when she leaned in and kissed him.
She didn’t notice that he wasn’t responding to the kiss, and her lips moved to his neck, pecking down to his shoulder.
Her fingers wrapped over his wrists, uncrossing his arms, and bringing his hands to bump against her breasts.
He wanted to be good, to do the right thing and send her away, but he felt her pebble hard nipples against his knuckles and Moregon caved. Self-control only went so far.
He opened his hands to her breasts, cupping them and squeezing. She gasped against his shoulder and Moregon started to pull his hands away.
“No, don’t stop, I like it.”
Moregon, young enough that he cared more that she’d say he didn’t have to stop than that she enjoyed it, enthusiastically squeezed her again.
He nudged her to sit up, wanting to see his hands on her breasts. In the moonlight his sun bronzed hands looked black against the pure white of her breasts. He squeezed once more and the flesh swelled between his fingers.
Still holding her breasts he looked down at the apex of her thighs. The tilt of her body kept her sex in shadow.
“Moregon, I want to see you.”
“You’re looking at me now.”
“No, down there.” She pointed to where his cock had tented his drawers.
The idea of the pretty Challia seeing him, maybe touching him, was enough to have his cock twitching.
“If you wish.”
She reached down for the ties. Moregon wondered if he should remove his hands from her breasts, but decided that he wouldn’t until she asked him too. He did so like breasts.
The ties came loose under her fingers and Moregon felt the planets move when she reached in and cupped him.
Holding his cock with one hand, the other tugged his garment off, pulling it as far down his thighs as his spread legs would allow.
He looked down at her fingers wrapped around him, and Moregon could not decide if he found the sight of him holding her breasts, or her hand around his cock, more exciting.
“It is very hard.” She gave him a testing squeezing. Her hands were strong from his work and Moregon nearly yelped at the strength of her grip. “Oh, sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“Nae, it feels very good.”
“My sister said, that when a man and woman do not want to have a baby there is a way for them to pleasure each other, without the woman getting with child.”
“What did she say?”
“That if I were to take you in my mouth your seed would not find root in my belly.”
Moregon shivered at her words. He too had heard tell of this practice.
“Do you like that? I don’t know how so you will have to help me.”
“I, I have never done it either. I have never… touched anyone.”
She smiled, and there was a sly note to it. “I thought and hoped that.” Pushing against Moregon’s shoulder she tried to put him on his back but he just stared at her, a bit disconcerted by her words and tone.
“Have you touched anyone else?” he asked.
“Just Maon, he kissed me and then played with my breasts.”
Moregon was unexpectedly hurt at her words. If she so loved him that his leaving was breaking her heart then how is it that she had let another touch her?
“Moregon, you must lie back if I am to suck your cock.”