Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight - Sex Stories

Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight

... healed, to some degree," she said. "You are not yet ready to leave, though. There is still poison in you that must be removed. Exertion too great might cause it to start flowing in your veins once more."

Eadric's eyes were not ready for the sight of the woman. Her face was almost an exact replica of the silver-haired elf's from earlier, though her hair was as dark as the night sky. Moonlight caressed her voluptuous form, and her dress seemed to overflow with the same abundance of femininity as the other.

She seemed to notice his stare and simply smiled softly.

"I am Naestra. My sister told me that you had been awake, though I did not wish to rouse you from your sleep too soon. As I mentioned, I have asked that your friends be buried as per the customs of your people. Arahan insisted that they be left to rot. She is a little impatient with these things, at times.

"While, of course, you should have not come here, I do not begrudge you such an act made under duress. I will speak to my sister and make certain she does not act with undue haste."

No hint of malice did Eadric detect in those words. So unlike the other woman, yet so alike was she. Like two sides of a coin, or two faces of a moon.

Eadric did not answer, his gaze simply following the woman as she moved to him. He found his eyes wandering constantly down to the two large, pale mounds barely hidden beneath the sheer fabric of her elven gown. Try as he might, he was not above the desires of men.

A ...

... soft, gentle laugh left her lips as she sat next to his legs on the bed, placing an ivory-hued hand upon his knee. "I see Arahan has done quite a number on you. Do not worry, she may be impulsive and violent, but I am quite the opposite, you will find. Speak freely, friend."

As he watched her, he considered her words and reflected upon what he would tell her. What could he even say to such an otherworldly woman? Her voice was like silk upon his heart, her gaze piercing into his very essence.

"I am Eadric," he finally said, readying himself for a rebuttal like that which Arahan had given him. When no such thing came, he dared continue. "From Quenelles."

The woman answered with a simple nod and smile, her eyes slowly moving down his body. He did not dare move too much, but as his gaze followed hers, he noticed the same thing she did. Protruding from between his legs stood a tent far larger than he'd ever seen there. He'd always considered himself gifted when it came to this specific part of him. And yet, this seemed a far greater endowment than that. Perhaps his tired eyes were playing tricks upon his mind.

She raised her eyebrows. "Ah, do not worry. I suppose such things do happen after a few days without the affections of a woman," she laughed softly. "I should let you rest and... take care of things," Naestra then added, a slight blush creeping onto her fair features.

And with that, she rose, pointing to a small cup of water at his bedside.

He drank and found ...