Adarekor And Niras A Short Story

Across the fire from where Astacien and I sit are Adarekor and Nirasa. Her face is blank, as usual. She never shows emotions on her face, this makes her very hard to read. I suspect that is her intention. She is so different from Astacien in that way. Everything that Astacien is thinking and feeling is written on her face. There are the rare occasions when she can give that same blank look that her sister does but those times are rare.

Finally, we get an opportunity to relax after days of endless riding. The last time we rested had been before the Arulewe, that was about four days ago. The constant time awake and in the saddle does not bother me or the other elves, I believe. Though, I know it is harder on the humans. Adarekor is a ranger of the highest caliber and has trained his body over the years to perform with little sleep. Astacien, however, is half human and has not had that training. She still needs to rest. It was difficult for me to watch her struggle to ride, therefore, I took every opportunity to put her in the saddle in front of me so she could rest while we rode.

Inhaling the wonderful smell of the burning wood from our campfire gives me pleasure. Combine that with the sound that the wood makes as it snaps and crackles, and I feel right as rain.

“Thaewyn?”

Good Lord, I love this woman so much. I pull her tighter in my arms, squeezing her I moan deep in my throat. Running my nose from her shoulder to the sensitive spot beneath her ear I inhale her heady scent. Burying my face in her neck I take a nibble. The action produces exactly the reaction I want. She shivers and moans softly moving her body more snugly against me. I feel her as press into my groin, hmmm. I have to be sure that she does not get up and leave me with evidence what her nearness does to me for all to