Season 2, Episode 6
Written by Tof Eklund
Read by Tawn Krakowski
The next couple of days were sweet torture, as Kaye and I avoided physical contact and did not linger long in each other’s presence. Our tryst in the storeroom had stoked rather than satisfied my desire. I felt myself grow warm in his presence, and seeing him go twisted my gut every time. I tried not to stare at him as he swung smoothly along on his crutches, tried not to catch his eye, tried not to reach out for him. My only comfort was in seeing the longing in his gaze, and hearing the catch in his breath when it was I who was walking away.
A wild storm hit, painting the countryside white and whipping about the palace with a high keening wail. Winter had come early, and with suffocating fury. I was standing in one of the rooms Kaye and I used to have lessons in, staring out the window, and guarding against the chill with the heaviest coat I owned, when I heard Kaye approach.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“Only a little,” I replied. “This coat is a blessing.”
“That’s a hunting coat,” he said lightly as he pulled up beside me. “They’re not normally worn indoors.”
“How do you handle it?”
“It’s hard,” Kaye admitted, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I turned to face him, and was transfixed. “Same here,” I whispered. Then I raised my voice a little as I said, “But I was talking about the weather.”
“I know,” he said with a grin.
“Seriously, Kaye, aren’t you cold?”
“A little, but I have good news.”
“Geoff found a place for us.”
“Really? Tell me about it.” Some time alone with Kaye was exactly what I needed.
“Well, there’s an old gazebo tucked away back in the forest—”
“Wait,” I interrupted him, “Geoff wants us to go out into that?” I pointed at the window and the swirling snow outside.
“No, no, not until the storm passes.”
“It’ll still be cold.”
“That’s why no-one will be out there. It wouldn’t be private enough in summer, but few people are out in the royal woods this time of year.”
“There’s a good reason for that, Kaye.”
He sighed. “I suppose you’re right.” He then slid forward on his crutches to kiss me.
Despite the danger, I met him and kissed him back. He was so warm, and the press of his body against mine left me tingling. I was going to lose myself in this moment. I could feel my restraint slipping. I broke the clinch and pushed away from Kaye.
“All right, we’ll give it a shot,” I said, “but if I freeze solid, you have to carry me back in and set me by the fire to defrost.”
Kaye chuckled, then replied, “Of course.”
“Oh, Kaye, there’s one more thing.”
“Yes, Yelen?” His eyes smoldered. For a moment, I reconsidered what I was about to say, second-guessing my own resolution.
“I’m not taking any risk of becoming pregnant, so that means no penetration.”
Kaye blushed, and nodded. “I just want to touch you,” he whispered.
“And I you,” I whispered back.
We stood gazing into each other’s eyes for far too long—unwilling to part, afraid to touch.
After the storm passed, a quiet chill set over the land. People bustled about the palace noisily, as if to distract themselves from the eerie silence outside.
So it was that, on a day as cold and as brittle as an icicle, I bundled up in as many layers as I could manage: a full, long-sleeve dress over five petticoats and two pair of woolen stockings, winter mittens over my gloves, a scarf wrapped about my neck, and a heavy cap over my snood. Over all that I pulled my worn hunting coat. I pulled on a pair of winter boots and I was set.
I trumped along, breaking the icy surface of the snow with every step. Ice was good. That meant it had at least warmed up enough to start melting the snow. Even after all my years in Thrycae, it was still mind-boggling to think that it would only continue to get colder as midwinter approached. At least by then, the palace would be fully geared up to weather the cold, with a fire in each of the salons, parlors, and bedrooms, and a surfeit of hot, rich food and mulled wine.
The chill crept up under my dress, a most unwelcome intruder. Marginally grateful for the lack of wind, I made my way up and over a low, age-worn hill, past a memorable oak tree, one that had been split in three by lightning four years prior, but had stubbornly refused to die. Now, its bare branches were glazed with ice, a frost that wreathed its sundered trunk, wedging the three sections slowly further apart.
Kaye had left the palace before me, so he was already there when I reached the gazebo. He was wearing a fur cloak over a grey and green doublet, and hose of a matching green and deep blue. The doublet was one I hadn’t seen before, finely made and bearing small motifs of silver embroidery that caught the light. A snow shovel was propped up against one post and a long embroidered cushion had been placed upon the bench. Kaye looked up and, seeing me, smiled his large, genuine smile.
“Yelen,” he said as I drew near, his voice warm and soft, falling over me like a blanket.
I grabbed him and kissed him, pulling him in close, and up off his crutches. My tongue licked his full, warm lips, and then his tongue met mine. Giving up on the crutches, he wrapped his strong arms around my back. He pressed the kiss even as his hands rubbed my back and slid down to my hips.
Five petticoats and a heavy dress were not enough to keep me from feeling his cock harden. I shook off my mittens and reached down with one gloved hand to caress his lower back as I pressed myself against him.
Kaye broke the kiss and I groaned in frustration, but then he was taking my other hand and peeling off the overglove. He then began kissing it, then taking my fingers into his mouth one at a time, sucking on them and kneading them between his teeth and tongue.
I began to feel light-headed. The air was no longer cold. In fact, I was hot, so hot I thought I was going to melt into a puddle.
Ceasing his sucking, Kaye guided my hands inside his doublet, and I relished the feeling of my fingers on his skin, gliding them over his back, one hand bare, the other still gloved. The mixed sensations produced by bare skin and silk lace definitely did something for him, as he threw back his head and moaned as he thrust his hips in time to the motion of my own. He caressed his way down my back and over my hips, and then began lifting my dress up.
Underneath all of those petticoats, Kaye got his hands on my bare bottom, which he grasped firmly.
“Aaah, Goddess,” I groaned as he began kneading and massaging my backside. Kaye kissed me again as he continued. This combination left me weak-kneed and afraid that I was going to collapse on the spot.
“Kaye,” I whispered in his ear, “let’s sit down.”
He nodded and, with a final squeeze, withdrew his hands, and we helped each other down onto the bench.
He unbuckled and removed one of his leg braces, as I did the same with the other. I placed my hands on his hips and Kaye lifted them, making it easier for me to roll down his hose. His rampant manhood nearly leapt out of the confining garment. I finished taking off his hose and then ran my fingers up his legs, up the inside of his thighs, with their small curling hairs and into the thicker chestnut curls between his legs. Kaye sighed. With the lightest of touches I caressed the shaft and head of his cock, teasing him.
“Ah-haaah, your fingers…oh, Yelen, ohh…” he moaned.
I settled my hands on his cock, but I just held it for the moment. “Why is it that you like my hands so much?” I tightened my grip and slowly stroked him, up and back down.
“Uuuh…I’ve always loved your hands. They’re beautiful. The first time I ever masturbated,” he confessed, “I was thinking about you touching me.”
“So, you think about my hands on your cock, do you? In your fantasies, do I stroke you like this?” I sped up the motion of my hand.
“Ahhhh….” Kaye moaned, “no…not the first time…ahhhh…then it was just the thought of you touching me…”
“Tell me.” I paused at the top of the stroke and rubbed his most sensitive part.
“I thought about you…uhhhh…touching me and how it felt when you…ahh ahh…healed me, and that would…oh, Yelen…”
He spoke my name as I tightened my grip and began stroking again, fast. The very idea of him imagining my touch and getting off on that alone increased my already fevered desire. I had to get him off, because what I really wanted to do was mount him, feel him inside me. So I pressed my free hand between his legs even as I kept stroking Kaye, fast and hard, until he came with a shudder and a cry, his seed arcing out into the air. Some fell on my hand.
We locked eyes, his still fogged with pleasure, while my gaze felt so hot with need that I was afraid he’d catch fire. I gave his cock a final caress, then lifted my hand and found myself licking his cum off of my fingers. In that moment, all that mattered was that it was proof of the pleasure I’d given him.
Kaye, watching open-mouthed, shuddered again, and reached out to gently touch my cheek. “I love you,” he said, his fingers sliding around to the back of my neck.
He pulled me in to him for a long, breathless kiss. When we came up for air, his hands were on my cheeks again as he said, “Now, Yelen, it’s your turn.”
I gave a small, eager nod, not trusting myself to speak. I leaned into Kaye and pulled up my dress and petticoats, revealing the darkness of my thighs above my long wool stockings, the curve of my belly, the dense tangle of midnight hair cresting my pubis, and below; I glistened with my own excitement.
Kaye began caressing my thighs and belly. As aroused as I was, his gentle touches were erotic torture.
“Ohhh, Kaye…please…” I begged, shameless.
He gave me a sly look, all too aware of what he was doing to me. Sometimes that boy was too clever for his own good.
“Kaye…I want…” I whined.
His fingertips caressed my labia, coming away wet, and I gasped.
“What do you want, Yelen?” His voice was pitched low, resonant, and it sent a tingle up my spine.
“I want…” I surprised myself by saying, “I want you to fuck me.”
Kaye stopped, surprised as well. His voice was hesitant when he said, “But Yelen, you said—”
“Please…” I interrupted him. His cock was hard again. I wanted to feel it inside me.
Showing the restraint I’d lost, Kaye placed his palm down amidst the curls of my pubic hair and, pressing down, began making small circles.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah…” I gave a shuddering gasp at the pleasure that arced through me. Kaye’s fingers slid down along the length of my quivering slit. He continued the circular motion of his hand.
“Ohhhh!” I felt myself loosening and tightening up at the same time. My legs shook, my toes curled, my nipples ached, and my hips thrust on their own. I bucked my hips hard, and momentarily dislodged his hand.
“Please, Kaye!” I spread my thighs further apart. “I want you…”
His hand found me again, and his fingers slid wetly along either side of my clit.
Kaye’s fingers entered me, even as his palm was pressing down again. The renewed circular motion combined with this slight penetration was too much. Suddenly I felt like I was floating, like the top of my head was going to come off.
“Oooooh! Ohhhhhh! Kayeeee!” I screamed as I came. Everything went white.
When I recovered enough to look up, Kaye was gazing at me in awe. Awe tempered with a little concern.
“Wow,” he said.
“Wow,” I replied.
There was a sudden sickening thunk, and Kaye’s face fell, the color draining from his cheeks. My vision blurred as another loud thunk resounded, more solid and woody than the last. There, mere inches in front of my face, a crossbow quarrel was embedded in the bench.
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