pounded away behind her. Grunting every now and then from
the force of his thrusts, Tia wondered how she would tell him she was barren.
She had no doubt the subject would come up sooner rather
than later. And if they continued to bond multiple times a day, she was going
to have to hold him off by admitting that she was still a little sore inside.
Growing
bored and just a little anxious to have him be done with it – she really was sore inside still – Tia
reached between her legs and cupped Roland’s sac. Rolling the sensitive globes
gently yet firmly, she knew her bonded was enjoying the special attention by
all of the little sounds of pleasure coming from his throat.
Speeding
up his thrusts, Roland moved in and out with little short bursts until he cried
out in rapture. Tia felt the corresponding rush of heat as he once again came
inside of her. Giving him a few moments to recover as his body trembled
uncontrollably; she then pulled away and went to wash up in the basin of warm
water he had brought with him.
Lightly
gliding her fingers over the stone, she instructed the ring to allow anyone coming to find them entrance.
Quickly pulling her robe over her head, Tia instructed Roland to do the same.
Taking a deep breath, she knew it was time to share what had happened with him.
She knew the lies that the Centaurs had told everyone but the truth still
needed telling.
Sitting
down in front of him, she gently told him it was time for them to share what
had happened in the other’s absence. Four moon cycles had passed since they had
last seen each other; their lives and their destiny’s had both been destroyed
in that time. And once again it was Tia’s fault. She had chosen to go see the
Centaurs and in doing so she had ruined their lives and their Afterlife.
It was much later
that evening before Uren reluctantly interrupted the pair.
“I have made the sleeping draught for you,” the Elder
gently reminded them of the duties they were forgetting. “It is time to make
the rounds.”
Nodding, Tia kissed Roland once more before rising to
follow Uren. It seemed no matter what they did, they were always being
separated. With a final glance over her shoulder, Tia emerged from the ring and
was surprised to see it was already dark.
“Uren.” Tia touched his arm and
stopped. “If the Centaurs told you I was dead, why were you in the meadow?”
“This old goat didn’t believe it.” He winked at her. “And
a certain Falkerie assured me Helena was lying. Apparently, you made a couple
of friends while you were away.”
“Why would Helena lie about my death?” she questioned him
sadly. It just didn’t make any sense.
“I wondered that myself,” Uren shrugged as he shook his
head. “The best I have been able to come up with – since she died in the battle
and I cannot just ask her – is that she somehow learned that Roland had
promised to be at the battle. A participating Druid is much more effective in
killing the enemy than a Druid who is just there to observe.”
Rolling the idea around in her head, Tia decided it made
a lot of sense considering everything that Roland had just confessed to her.
Helena was probably just trying to strengthen the army against the Phoenix. She
hoped the Centaur woman didn’t know the Gods had forbidden them from joining
this war; or the horrific punishment Roland would receive for disobeying those
orders.
Taking the bag of sleeping draughts, she watched as Uren
turned away and entered the ring.
“The Elder sent me,” a deep voice said from behind Tia.
Turning, she saw an unfamiliar Druid. “I have been charged with holding the bag
of sleeping draughts and making the rounds with you.”
Now
the force of his thrusts, Tia wondered how she would tell him she was barren.
She had no doubt the subject would come up sooner rather
than later. And if they continued to bond multiple times a day, she was going
to have to hold him off by admitting that she was still a little sore inside.
Growing
bored and just a little anxious to have him be done with it – she really was sore inside still – Tia
reached between her legs and cupped Roland’s sac. Rolling the sensitive globes
gently yet firmly, she knew her bonded was enjoying the special attention by
all of the little sounds of pleasure coming from his throat.
Speeding
up his thrusts, Roland moved in and out with little short bursts until he cried
out in rapture. Tia felt the corresponding rush of heat as he once again came
inside of her. Giving him a few moments to recover as his body trembled
uncontrollably; she then pulled away and went to wash up in the basin of warm
water he had brought with him.
Lightly
gliding her fingers over the stone, she instructed the ring to allow anyone coming to find them entrance.
Quickly pulling her robe over her head, Tia instructed Roland to do the same.
Taking a deep breath, she knew it was time to share what had happened with him.
She knew the lies that the Centaurs had told everyone but the truth still
needed telling.
Sitting
down in front of him, she gently told him it was time for them to share what
had happened in the other’s absence. Four moon cycles had passed since they had
last seen each other; their lives and their destiny’s had both been destroyed
in that time. And once again it was Tia’s fault. She had chosen to go see the
Centaurs and in doing so she had ruined their lives and their Afterlife.
It was much later
that evening before Uren reluctantly interrupted the pair.
“I have made the sleeping draught for you,” the Elder
gently reminded them of the duties they were forgetting. “It is time to make
the rounds.”
Nodding, Tia kissed Roland once more before rising to
follow Uren. It seemed no matter what they did, they were always being
separated. With a final glance over her shoulder, Tia emerged from the ring and
was surprised to see it was already dark.
“Uren.” Tia touched his arm and
stopped. “If the Centaurs told you I was dead, why were you in the meadow?”
“This old goat didn’t believe it.” He winked at her. “And
a certain Falkerie assured me Helena was lying. Apparently, you made a couple
of friends while you were away.”
“Why would Helena lie about my death?” she questioned him
sadly. It just didn’t make any sense.
“I wondered that myself,” Uren shrugged as he shook his
head. “The best I have been able to come up with – since she died in the battle
and I cannot just ask her – is that she somehow learned that Roland had
promised to be at the battle. A participating Druid is much more effective in
killing the enemy than a Druid who is just there to observe.”
Rolling the idea around in her head, Tia decided it made
a lot of sense considering everything that Roland had just confessed to her.
Helena was probably just trying to strengthen the army against the Phoenix. She
hoped the Centaur woman didn’t know the Gods had forbidden them from joining
this war; or the horrific punishment Roland would receive for disobeying those
orders.
Taking the bag of sleeping draughts, she watched as Uren
turned away and entered the ring.
“The Elder sent me,” a deep voice said from behind Tia.
Turning, she saw an unfamiliar Druid. “I have been charged with holding the bag
of sleeping draughts and making the rounds with you.”
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