Felurian

Felurian, the faerie woman no man can resist, and who no man has ever survived...until Kvothe. The weary travelers hear music drifting through the forest they stumble towards sound until the forest opens up into a wide clearing well-lit by moonlight. The stream broadened out, forming a bright pool. 
 
THE FIVE OF US stood frozen for a moment. The slow rippling of the pool reflected onto the fair form of Felurian. Naked in the moonlight, she sang:
cae-lanion luhial

di mari felanua

kreata tu ciar

tu alaran di.

dirella. amauen.

loesi an delian

tu nia vor ruhlan

Felurian thae.

The sound of her voice was strange. It was soft and gentle, far too quiet for us to hear across the entire length of the clearing. Far too faint for us to hear over the sound of moving water and stirring leaves. Despite this, I could hear it. Her words were clear and sweet as the rising and falling notes of a distant flute. It reminded me of something I could not press my finger to.
The tune was the same Dedan had sung in his story. I did not understand a word of it save her name in the final line. Nevertheless I felt the draw of it, inexplicable and insistent. As if an unseen hand had reached into my chest and tried to pull me into the clearing by my heart.
I resisted. I looked away and set one hand against a nearby tree to steady myself.
Behind me I heard Marten murmuring, “No no no,” in a low voice as if he were trying to convince himself. “No no no no no. Not for all the money in the world.”
I looked over my shoulder. The tracker’s eyes were fixed feverishly on the clearing in front of him, but he seemed more afraid than aroused. Tempi stood, surprise plain on his normally impassive face. Dedan stood rigidly to one side, his face drawn while Hespe’s eyes darted back and forth between him and the clearing.
Then Felurian began to sing again. It felt like the promise of a warm hearth on a cold night. It was like a young girl’s smile. I found myself thinking of Losi the cute maid at the last tavern our party had stopped at, the Pennysworth, her red curls like a tumble of fire. I remembered the swell of her breasts and the way her hand had felt running through my hair.
Felurian sang, and I felt the pull of it. It was strong, but not so strong that I couldn’t hold myself back. I looked into the clearing again and saw her, skin silver-white under the evening sky. She bent to dip one hand in the water of the pool, more graceful than a dancer.
A sudden clarity of thought came over me. What was I afraid of? A faerie story? There was magic here, real magic. What’s more, it was a magic of singing. If I missed this opportunity I would never forgive myself.
I looked back again at my companions. Marten was shaking visibly. Tempi was backing slowly away. Dedan’s hands made fists at his sides. Was I going to be like them, superstitious and afraid? No. Never. I was of the Arcanum the university where mastery of magic was expected.What could this fay have that could possibly hurt me.
I felt wild laughter boil up in me. “I will meet you at the Pennysworth in three days’ time,” I said, and stepped into the clearing.
I felt Felurian’s pull more strongly now. Her skin was bright in the moonlight. Her long hair fell like a shadow all around her.
“Sod this,” I heard Dedan say behind me. “If he’s going, then I’m g—” There was a short scuffle ending with the sound of something hitting the ground. I glanced behind me and saw him facedown on the low grass. Hespe had her knee on the small of his back and one of his arms pulled up tight behind him. He was struggling weakly and cursing strongly.
Tempi watched them impassively, as if scoring a wrestling bout. Marten was gesturing frantically in my direction. “Kid,” he hissed urgently. “Get back here! Kid! Come back!”
I turned back to the stream. Felurian was watching me. Even from a hundred feet away, I could see her eyes, dark and curious. Her mouth spread into a wide, dangerous smile. She laughed a wild laugh. It was bright and delighted. It was no human sound.
Then she darted across the clearing, swift as a sparrow, graceful as a deer. I leapt to the chase, and despite the weight of my travelsack and the sword at my hip, I moved so quickly my cloak flared like a flag behind me. Never have I run like that before, and never since. It was the way a child runs, light and quick, without the least fear of falling.
Felurian ahead of me. Into the scrub. I dimly remember trees, the smell of earth, the grey of moonlit stone. She laughs. She dodges, dances, pulls ahead. She waits till I am almost close enough to touch, then skips away. She shines in the light of the moon. There are clutching branches, a spray of water, a warm wind ...

And I have hold of her. Her hands are tangled in my hair, pulling me close. Her mouth eager. Her tongue shy and darting. Her breath in my mouth, filling my head. The hot tips of her breasts brush my chest. The smell of her like clover, like musk, like ripe apples fallen to the ground ...

And there is no hesitation. No doubt. I know exactly what to do. My hands are on the back of her neck. Brushing her face. Tangled in her hair. Sliding along the smooth length of her thigh. Grabbing her hard by the flank. Circling her narrow waist. Lifting her. Laying her down ...

And she writhes beneath me, lithe and languorous. Slow and sighing. Her legs around me. Her back arches. Her hot hands clutch my shoulders, my arms, pressing the small of my back I thrust deeply into her the movements assured and confident but my mind hazy like a dream there seems to be no definite sequence of events, one moment I'm on top  in charge and looking down on her exquisite figure, her luxurious breast bouncing with each thrust into her inviting my mouth to latch onto those nipples, to flick and lick them my tongue seeming to know her desires better than I knew my own. But she is also astride me. Her movements wild. Her long hair trails across my skin. She tosses her head, trembling and shaking, crying out in a language I do not know. Her sharp nails digging into the flat muscles of my chest. my hands roam over her exploring her body that I already seem to know in exquisite detail yet still experience the thrill of discovery at every feature down to the individual hairs.
And there is music to it. The wordless cries she makes, rising and falling. Her soft lips slightly ajar letting out a soundless whisper of pure ecstasy at every move I make. Her sigh. her hot breath passin over my skin as we combine together. My racing heart. Her motion slows. I clutch her hips in frantic counterpoint. Our rhythm is like a silent song. Like sudden thunder. Like the half-heard thrumming of a distant drum everything stops. All of me arches. I am taut as a lute string. Trembling. Aching. I am tuned too tight, and I am breaking. I don't even notice her above me eyes closed moth slightly open hips jerking onto me in time to an internal rhythm, gasping for air as waves pleasure pounds through her body. I break a pure moment of clarity as I unload into the soft warmth of the daemons womb. Again and again I shot cum deep inside her pulsing for what seem like an eternity. I don't remember it stopping I think I eventually blacked out the human body is not made to take such stimulation.

I WOKE WITH SOMETHING BRUSHING at the edges of my memory. I opened my eyes and saw trees stretched against a twilight sky. There were silken pillows all around me, while a few feet away Felurian lay, her naked body loosely splayed in sleep.
She looked smooth and perfect as a sculpture. She sighed in her sleep, and I chided myself for the thought. I knew she was nothing like cold stone. She was warm and supple, the smoothest marble grindstone by comparison.
My hand reached out to touch her, but I stopped myself, not wanting to disturb the perfect scene before me. A distant thought began to nag at me, but I brushed it away like an irritating fly.
Felurian’s lips parted and sighed, making a sound like a dove. I remembered the touch of those lips. I ached, and forced myself to look away from her soft, flower-petal mouth.
Her closed eyelids were patterned like a butterfly’s wings, swept in whorls of deep purple and black with traceries of pale gold that blended to the color of her skin. As her eyes moved gently in sleep, the pattern shifted, as if the butterfly fanned its wings. That sight alone was probably worth the price all men must pay for seeing it. I tore myself away from her face, a face that i could have spent a lifetime studying and still found new features of it to amaze me, and allowed my gaze to travel over the rest of her body down the soft curve of her neck to her supple breast capped in the center with areolas that it took all of my will power to not immediately touch them. Instead I continued on her stomach smooth and beguiling seeming to direct my gaze with its subtle contours. her legs were closed the top leg dropping down in front of the other obscuring both that leg and allowing only the small amount of hair to hint at the treasure that lay between her legs.
I ate her with my eyes, knowing all the songs and stories I had heard were nothing. She is what men dream of. All the places I have been, all the women I have seen, I have not met her equal.
Something in my mind screamed at me, but I was bemused by the motion of her eyes beneath her lids, the shape her mouth made, as if she would kiss me even while she slept. I swatted the thought away again, irritated.
I was going to go mad, or die.
The idea finally fought its way through to my conscious mind, and I felt every hair on my body stand suddenly on end. I had a moment of perfect, clear lucidity that resembled coming up for air and quickly closed my eyes, trying to lower myself into the Heart of Stone, a state of consciousnesses where emotions do not cloud the mind.
It didn’t come. For the first time in my life, that cool taciturn state escaped me. Behind my eyes, Felurian distracted me. The sweet breath. The soft breast. The urgent half-despairing sighs that slipped through hungry, petal-tender lips....
Stone. I kept my eyes closed and wrapped the calm rationality of Heart of Stone around me like a mantle before I dared even think of her again.
What did I know? I brought to mind a hundred stories of Felurian and plucked out the recurring themes. Felurian was beautiful. She charmed mortal men. They followed her into the Fae and died in her embrace.
How did they die? It was fairly simple to guess: extreme physical stress. Things had been rather rigorous, and the sedentary or frail might not have fared so well as I. Now that I stopped to notice, my entire body felt like a well-wrung rag. My shoulders ached, my knees burned, and my neck bore the sweet bruising of love bites from my right ear, down my chest, and....
My body flushed and I struggled deeper into the Heart of Stone until my pulse slowed and I could force the thought of her from the front of my mind.
I could remember four stories where men had come back from the Fae alive, all of them cracked as the potter’s cobbles. What manner of madness did they exhibit? Obsessive behavior, accidental death due to separation from reality, and wasting away from extreme melancholy. Three died within a span of days. The fourth story told of the man lasting nearly half a year.
But something didn’t make sense. Admittedly, Felurian was lovely. Skilled? Without a doubt. But to the extent that every man died or went insane? No. It simply wasn’t likely.
I don’t mean to belittle the experience. I don’t doubt for a second that it had, quite naturally, deprived men of their faculties in the past. I, however, knew myself to be quite sane.
I briefly entertained the notion that I was insane and didn’t know it. Then I considered the possibility that I had always been insane, acknowledged it as more likely than the former, then pushed both thoughts from my mind.
Eyes still closed, I lay there, enjoying a quiet languor of a sort I’d never felt before. I savored the moment, then opened my eyes and prepared to make my escape.
I looked around the pavilion at silken draperies and scattered cushions. These were only ornaments for Felurian. She lay in the middle of it all, all rounded hip and slender leg and lithe muscle shifting underneath her skin.
She was watching me.
If she was beautiful at rest she was doubly so awake. Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself.
It may seem strange to you that at this point I felt fear. It may seem strange that only an arm’s length from the most attractive woman in the world, I was suddenly reminded of my own mortality.
She smiled like a knife in velvet and stretched like a cat in the sun.
Her body was built to stretch, the arch of her back, the smooth expanse of her belly going taut. The round fullness of her breasts was lifted by the motion of her arms, and suddenly I felt like a stag in rut. My body reacted to her, and I felt as if someone were hammering at the cool impassivity of Heart of Stone with a hot poker. My control slipped for a moment, and a less disciplined piece of my mind started composing a song to her.
I couldn’t spare the attention to rein that piece of myself back in. So I focused on staying safe in the Heart of Stone, ignoring both her body and that nattering part of my mind forming rhyming couplets somewhere in the back of my head.
It wasn’t the easiest thing to do. If not for the training I’d received at the University, I would have been a broken, pitiful thing, only able to concentrate on my own captivation.
Felurian slowly relaxed out of her stretch and looked at me with ancient eyes. Eyes unlike anything I had ever seen. They were a striking color ...
The summer dusk was in her eyes
... a sort of twilight blue. They were fascinating. In fact ...
With lids of winged butterflies
... there wasn’t any white to them at all....
Her lips the shade of sunset skies
I clenched my jaw, split that chattering piece of myself away, and walled it off in a distant corner of my mind, letting it sing to itself.
Felurian tilted her head to one side. Her eyes were as intent and expressionless as a bird’s. “why are you so quiet, flame lover? have I quenched you?”
Her voice was odd to my ear. It had no rough edges to it at all. It was all quiet smoothness, like a piece of perfectly polished glass. Despite its odd softness, Felurian’s voice ran down my spine, making me feel like a cat that’s just been stroked down to the tip of its tail.
I retreated further into the Heart of Stone, felt it cool and reassuring around me. However, while the majority of my attention was focused on self-control, the small, mad, lyric part of my mind leapt to the fore and said: “Never quenched. Though I am doused in you, I burn. The motion of your turning head is like a song. Is like a spark. Is like a breath that billows me and fans to flame a fire that cannot help but spread and roar your name.”
Felurian’s face lit up. “a poet! I should have known you for a poet by how your body moved.”
The gentle hush of her voice caught me unprepared again. It wasn’t that her words were breathy, or husky, or sultry. It was nothing so tawdry or affected as that. But when she spoke, I couldn’t help but be aware of the fact that her breath was pressed from her breast, past the soft sweetness of her throat, then shaped by the careful play of lips and teeth and tongue.
She came closer, moving on her hands and knees through the pillows. “you looked like a poet, fiery and fair.” Her voice was no louder than a breath as she cupped my face with her hands. “poets are gentler. they say nice things.”
There was only one person I’d ever heard whose voice was similar to this. Elodin a master at the university. On rare occasions his voice would fill the air as if the world itself were listening.
Felurian’s voice was not resonant. It did not fill the forest glade. Hers was the hush before a sudden summer storm. It was soft as a brushing feather. It made my heart step sideways in my chest.
Speaking thus, when she called me a poet, it did not raise my hackles or make me grit my teeth. From her, it sounded like the sweetest thing a man was ever called. Such was the power of her voice.
Felurian brushed her fingertips across my lips. “poet kisses are best. you kiss me like a candle flame.” She brought one of her hands back to touch her mouth, her eyes bright at the memory.
I took her hand and pressed it tenderly. My hands have always seemed graceful, but next to hers, they looked brutish and crude. I breathed against her palm as I spoke. “Your kisses are like sunlight on my lips.”
She lowered her eyes, butterfly wings dancing. I felt my mindless need for her slacken and began to understand. This was magic, but nothing like what I knew. Not sympathy or sygaldry. Felurian made men mad with desire the same way I gave off body heat. It was natural for her, but she could control it.
Her gaze wandered over my tangle of clothes and belongings strewn messily at one corner of the glade. They looked oddly out of place amid the silks and soft colors. I saw her eyes settle on my lute case. She froze.
“is my flame a sweet poet? does he sing?” Her voice trembled and I could feel a tenseness in her body as she waited for an answer. She looked back at me. I smiled.
Felurian scampered off and brought back my lute case like a child with a new toy. As I took it, I saw her eyes were wide and ... wet?
I looked into her eyes, and in a flash of understanding I realized what her life must be like. A thousand years old, and lonely from time to time. If she wanted companionship she had to seduce and lure. And for what? An evening of company? An hour? How long could an average man last before his will broke and he became as mindless as a fawning dog? Not long.
And who would she meet in the forest? Farmers and hunters? What entertainment could they provide, slaved to her passions? I felt a moment of pity for her. I know what loneliness is like.
I took the lute from its case and began to tune it. I struck an experimental chord and carefully tuned it again. What to play for the most beautiful woman in the world?
It wasn’t hard to decide, actually. My father had taught me to judge an audience. I struck up “Sisters Flin.” If you’ve never heard of it, I’m not surprised. It’s a bright and lively song about two sisters gossiping while they argue over the price of butter.
Most people want to hear stories of legendary adventure and romance. But what do you play for someone out of legend? What do you sing for a woman who has been the object of romance for a mortal age? You play her songs of ordinary people. So I hoped.
She clapped delightedly at the end of it. “more! more?” She smiled hopefully, cocking her head to make it a request. Her eyes were wide and eager and adoring.
I played her “Larm and His Alepot.” I played her “Blacksmith’s Daughters.” I played her a ridiculous song about a priest chasing a cow that I’d written when I was ten and never even named.
Felurian laughed and applauded. She covered her mouth in shock and her eyes in embarrassment. The more I played, the more she reminded me of a young country wife attending her first fair, full of pure joy, face shining with innocent delight, eyes wide in amazement at everything she sees.
And lovely, of course. I concentrated on my fingering so as not to think about it.
After each song she rewarded me with a kiss that made it difficult to decide what to play next. Not that I minded horribly. I’d come to realize rather quickly that I preferred kisses to coins.
I played her “Tinker Tanner.” Let me tell you, the image of Felurian, her quiet, fluting voice singing the chorus of my favorite drinking song is something that will never, never leave me. Not until I die.
All the while I felt the charm she had on me slacken, bit by bit. It gave me room to breathe. I relaxed and let myself slide a little farther out of the Heart of Stone. Dispassionate calm can be a useful frame of mind, but it does not make for a compelling performance.
I played for hours, and by the end of it I felt like myself again. By which I mean I could look at Felurian with no more reaction than you might normally feel, looking at the most beautiful woman in the world.
I can still remember her, sitting naked among the cushions, twilight-colored butterflies dancing in the air between us. I wouldn’t have been alive had I not been aroused. But my mind seemed to be my own again, and I was grateful for that.
She made a disappointed noise of protest as I set the lute back into its case. “are you weary?” she asked with a hint of a smile. “I would not have tired you, sweet poet, had I known.”
I gave my best apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, but it seems to be getting late.” Actually, the sky still showed the same purple hint of twilight it had since I first woke, but I pushed on. “I’ll need to be moving quickly if I’m to meet ...”
My mind went numb as quickly as if I’d been struck a blow to the back of my head. I felt the passion, fierce and insatiable. I felt the need to have her, to crush her body to mine, to taste the savage sweetness of her mouth.
Only because of my arcane training did I hold onto any concept of my own identity at all. Even so, I only held it with my barest fingertips.
Felurian sat cross-legged on the cushions across from me, her face angry and terrible, her eyes cold and hard as distant stars. With a deliberate calm she brushed a slowly fanning butterfly from her shoulder. There was such a weight of fury in her simple gesture that my stomach clenched and I realized this fact:
No one ever left Felurian. Ever. She kept men until their bodies and minds broke beneath the strain of loving her. She kept them until she tired of them, and when she sent them away it was the leaving that drove men mad.
I was powerless. I was a novelty. I was a toy, favorite because it was newest. It might be a long while before she tired of me, but the time would come. And when she finally set me free my mind would tear itself apart with wanting her.
AS I SAT AMONG the silks with my control slipping away, I felt a wave of cold sweat sweep over my body. I clenched my jaw and felt a small anger flare up. Over the course of my life my mind has been the only thing I’ve always been able to rely on, the only thing that has always been entirely mine.
I could feel my resolve melting as my natural desires were replaced by some animal thing unable to think beyond its own lust.
The part of me that was still Kvothe raged, but I felt my body respond to her presence. With a horrible fascination I felt myself crawl through the cushions toward her. One arm found her slender waist, and I bent to kiss her with a terrible hunger.
I howled inside my own mind. I have been beaten and whipped, starved and stabbed. But my mind is my own, no matter what becomes of this body or the world around. I threw myself against the bars of an intangible cage made of moonlight and desire.
And, somehow, I held myself away from her. My breath tore out of my throat as if racing to escape.
Felurian reclined on the cushions, her head tilted up toward me. Her lips were pale and perfect. Her eyes half-lidded and hungry.
I forced myself to look away from her face, but there was nowhere safe to look. Her throat was smooth and delicate, trembling with her rapid pulse. One breast stood round and full, while the other angled slightly to one side, following the downward slope of her body. They rose and fell with her breath, moving gently, making candle-cast shadows on her skin. I glimpsed the perfect whiteness of her teeth behind the pale pink of her parted lips....
I closed my eyes, but somehow that only made it worse. The heat of her body was like standing near a fire. The skin of her waist was soft beneath my hand. She moved beneath me, and her breast brushed softly against my chest. I felt her breath against my neck. I shivered and began to sweat.
I opened my eyes again and saw her staring at me. Her expression was innocent, almost hurt, as if she couldn’t understand being refused. I nursed my small flame of anger. No one did this to me. No one. I held myself away from her. A slight line of a frown touched her forehead, as if she were annoyed, or angry, or concentrating.
Felurian reached up to touch my face, her eyes intent as if trying to read something written deep inside me. I tried to pull back, remembering her touch, but my body simply shook. Beads of sweat fell from my skin to patter gently on the silk cushions and the flat plane of her stomach below.
She touched my cheek softly. Softly, I bent to kiss her, and something broke in my mind.
I felt the snap as four years of my life slid away. Suddenly I was back on the streets of Tarbean. Three boys, bigger than me with greasy hair and piggish eyes had dragged me from the broken crate where I’d been sleeping. Two of them held me down, pinning my arms. I lay in a stagnant puddle that was bitterly cold. It was early in the morning and the stars were out.
One of them had his hand over my mouth. It didn’t matter. I had been in the city for months. I knew better than to yell for help. At best no one would come. At worst someone would, and then there would be more of them.
Two of them held me down. The third cut my clothes off my body. He cut me. They told me what they were going to do. Their breath was horribly warm against my face. They laughed.
There in Tarbean, half-naked and helpless, I felt something well up inside me. I bit two fingers off the hand over my mouth. I heard a scream and swearing as one of them staggered away. I strained and strained against the one who was still on top of me. I heard my own arm break, and his grip loosened. I started to howl.
I threw him off. Still screaming I stood, my clothes hanging in rags around me. I knocked one of them to the ground. My scrabbling hand found a loose cobblestone and I used it to break one of his legs. I remember the noise it made. I flailed until his arms were broken, then I broke his head.
When I looked up, I saw the one who had cut me was gone. The third huddled against a wall. He clutched his bloody hand to his chest. His eyes were white and wild. Then I heard footsteps approaching, and I dropped the stone and ran and ran and ran....
Suddenly, years later, I was that feral boy again. I jerked my head back and snarled inside my mind. I felt something deep inside myself. I reached for it.
A tense stillness settled inside of me, the sort of silence that comes before a thunderclap. I felt the air begin to crystallize around me.
I felt cold. Detachedly, I gathered up the pieces of my mind and fit them all together. I was Kvothe the trouper, Edema Ruh born. I was Kvothe the student, Re’lar under Elodin. I was Kvothe the musician. I was Kvothe.
I stood above Felurian.
I felt as if this was the only time in my life I had been fully awake. Everything looked clear and sharp, as if I was seeing with a new set of eyes. As if I wasn’t bothering with my eyes at all, and was looking at the world directly with my mind.
The sleeping mind, some piece of me realized faintly. No longer sleeping, I thought and smiled.
I looked at Felurian, and in that moment I understood her down to the bottoms of her feet. She was of the Fae. She did not worry over right or wrong. She was a creature of pure desire, much like a child. A child does not concern itself with consequence, neither does a sudden storm. Felurian resembled both, and neither. She was ancient and innocent and powerful and proud.
Was this the way Elodin saw the world? Was this the magic he spoke of? Not secrets or tricks, but Taborlin the Great magic. Always there, but beyond my seeing until now?
It was beautiful.
I met Felurian’s eyes and the world grew slow and sluggish. I felt as if I had been thrust underwater, as if my breath had been pressed from my body. For that tiny moment I was stunned and numb as if I had been struck by lightning.
The moment passed and things began to move again. But now, looking into Felurian’s twilight eyes, I understood her far beyond the bottoms of her feet. Now I knew her to the marrow of her bones. Her eyes were like four lines of music, clearly penned. My mind was filled with the sudden song of her. I drew a breath and sang it out in four hard notes.
Felurian sat upright. She passed her hand before her eyes and spoke a word as sharp as shattered glass. There was a pain like thunder in my head. Darkness flickered at the edges of my sight. I tasted blood and bitter rue.
The world snapped back into focus, and I caught myself before I fell.
Felurian frowned. Straightened. Stood. Her face intent, she took a step.
Standing, she was not tall or terrible. Her head was barely level with my chin. Her dark hair hung, a sheaf of shadow, straight as a knife until it brushed against her curving hip. She was slight, and pale, and perfect. Never have I seen a face so sweet, a mouth so made for kissing. She was no longer frowning. Not smiling either. Her lips were soft and slightly parted.
She took another step. The simple motion of her moving leg was like a dance, the unexaggerated shifting of her hip entrancing as a fire. The arch of her bare foot said more of sex than anything I’d seen in my young life.
Another step. Her smile was fierce and full. She was as lovely as the moon. Her power hung about her like a mantle. It shook the air. It spread behind her like a pair of vast and unseen wings.
Close enough to touch, I felt her power thrumming in the air. Desire rose around me like the sea in storm. She raised her hand. She touched my chest. I shook.
She met my eyes, and in the twilight written there I saw again the four clear lines of song.
I sang them out. They burst from me like birds into the open air.
Suddenly my mind was clear again. I drew a breath and held her eyes in mine. I sang again, and this time I was full of rage. I shouted out the four hard notes of song. I sang them tight and white and hard as iron. And at the sound of them, I felt her power shake then shatter, leaving nothing in the empty air but ache and anger.
Felurian gave a startled cry and sat so suddenly that it was almost like a fall. She curled her knees toward herself and huddled, watching me with wide and frightened eyes.
Looking around, I saw the wind. Not the way you might see smoke or fog, I saw the ever-changing wind itself. It was familiar as the face of a forgotten friend. I laughed and spread my arms, marveling at its shifting shape.
I cupped my hands and breathed a sigh into the hollow space within. I spoke a name. I moved my hands and wove my breath gossamer-thin. It billowed out, engulfing her, then burst into a silver flame that trapped her tight inside its changing name.
I held her there above the ground. She watched me with an air of fear and disbelief, her dark hair dancing like a second flame inside the first.
I knew then that I could kill her. It would be as simple as throwing a sheet of paper to the wind. But the thought sickened me, and I was reminded of ripping the wings from a butterfly. Killing her would be destroying something strange and wonderful. A world without Felurian was a poorer world. A world I would like a little less. It would be like breaking Illien’s lute. It would be like burning down a library in addition to ending a life.
On the other hand, my safety and sanity were at stake. I believed the world was more interesting with Kvothe in it as well.
But I couldn’t kill her. Not like this. Not wielding my newfound magic like a dissecting knife.
I spoke again, and the wind brought her down among the pillows. I made a tearing motion and the silver flame that once had been my breath became three notes of broken song and went to play among the trees.
I sat. She reclined. We looked each other over for several long minutes. Her eyes flashed from fear to caution to curiosity. I saw myself reflected in her eyes, naked among the cushions.
Then I began to feel a fading. A forgetting. I realized the name of the wind no longer filled my mouth, and when I looked around I saw nothing but empty air. I tried to remain outwardly calm, but as these things left me I felt like a lute whose strings were being cut. My heart clenched with a loss I hadn’t felt since my parents died.
I could see a slight shimmer in the air around Felurian, some shred of her power returning. I ignored it as I struggled frantically to keep some part of what I had learned. But it was like trying to hold a handful of sand. If you have ever dreamed of flying, then come awake, dismayed to realize you had lost the trick of it, you have some inkling how I felt.
Piece by piece it faded until there was nothing left. I felt hollow inside and ached as badly as if I’d discovered my family never loved me. I swallowed against the lump in my throat.
Felurian looked at me curiously. I could still see myself reflected in her eyes. Then even the perfect vision of my sleeping mind began to fade. I looked desperately at the world around me. I tried to memorize the sight of it, unblinking.
Then it was gone.
Felurian looked at me there was no rush of power as I had been expecting no sudden retribution for deifying her. instead she moved towards me slowly, sultry, this time it was her eyes full of desire. I understood. She had never been challenged, I had challenged her and she respected me for it, she wanted me now but didn't want to force it like she had before see that it had met with resistance she now gave me a choice in the matter. To me this was more enticing than any of her magic.

 I moved towards her and met her lip. They're soft like silk and they entwine with mine her soft darting tongue brushed against my lips pressing gently, i opened them allowing our tongues to meet her taste was exquisite,it was indescribable, think of the taste of twilight and the passion of a bonfire and you may start to understand. we fell back onto the bed and it was like being swallowed by a cloud,  I was fully supported but free to move in any way I pleased.  I wrapped around her the heat from her skin soaking into me flooding me with intense passion. I left her lips kissing down her neck down to her breasts, spending time on each nipple switching between them listening to her body and responding with firmer or gentler pressure until without warning I left her breasts eliciting a moan of disappointment from her which quickly turned into a purr of pleasure as she realized where I was headed as my kisses trailed past her navel.

As I approached her crotch I diverted instead tasting her thighs and kissing inwards but switching to the other thigh just before I reached the final target i put two fingers either side of her slit pressing in gently. She purred in pleasure, this purring intensified as I moved to rubbing between the inner and outer lips. The purr finally turned into a full moan as my tongue touched her clit. I flicked and rubbed varying the pressure and reducing it to almost nothing any time i thought she was too close to peaking and letting her cool of a tiny bit keeping her hovering jut before the edge of the cliff. I kept my breathing light and regular letting her feel it against her. Her moans were climbing once again as she started to peak, I backed off slightly letting her think I was denying her satisfaction once again but the suddenly pressed back on moving with determination. her response was dramatic, her moans turning into gasps her legs wrapping round the back of my head as her supple back arched I felt the muscles beneath my hands constrict and her pussy filled with juice that tasted like nectar from heaven I lapped it up greedily my tongue pressing against her sensitive flesh sending shivers through her body.

She glided down beneath me until I was once again face to face with her. She seemed insistent with her kissing, as if she couldn't get enough as if her desire fro me was too strong to resist. I pressed my erect shaft against her pussy so the tip was pressed against her clit and the rest was enveloped by the outer lips. she ground her hips into me with relentless intensity. a slight shift and suddenly I slid into her her lips enveloping my tip and enveloping it in their tight silky smooth embrace. My tip quested deeper inside of her follow by the rest of my shaft until I was fully buried inside her I pulled back until I was almost completely out then  slid smoothly back in I kissed and bit her neck. she wrapped her legs around my legs. I slowly increased my pace getting the reaction I wanted from her, eyes closed  and moaning in pleasure as I looked back down at her body beneath me. She threaded her hands into my hair entwining them then pulling my head back towards hers, our lips once again locking in a passionate embrace, from her kiss it was like we hadn't kissed in months.  I felt myself nearing my peak I sped up pounding into her over and over again until finally I felt the release shudder through my body each wave of gut wrenching pleasure causing my shaft to spew out my juices into her. It kept coming, I felt pure euphoria as I ravished the being beneath me.

This time I did not pass out but pulled out as i eventual stopped cumming, the mixture of our juices slowly dripped our of her pussy, she gave a grin and i saw her abdomen clench as she cupped her hand under her pussy, the juices flowed out and she brought her hand to her mouth drinking it with clear enjoyment. the remainder of the fluids ran down her leg.

Her hand reached down to my shaft that was slightly deflating. As her hand wrapped round it and glided along its length I felt a rush of new vigor. My cock hardened itching once again to be inside her I moved forward and straddled one of her legs pulling the other one over my shoulder and sliding myself into her. this time felt much deeper as I thrust in. she writhed and spasmed in pleasure beneath me. I started to rub her clit with my thumb while the other hand rubbed and massaged her flawless ass. with every thrust she moaned and clenched her pussy tightly around my shaft, so tightly that I could barley pull it out. she started bucking her hips back onto me her moans intensifying as she approach her climax. It was spectacular to watch this lithe virile woman seeming lose control of her body yet each movement seemed to scream sexuality and desire. with a final pound back onto my cock she quivered grabbing my hands and holding on as her body spasmed uncontrollably. Her pussy was constricting and relaxing with her waves of pleasure milking my cock and i couldn't hold on any longer exploding into her like a fountain for the second time. as our orgasms combined they seemed to intensify each other building and building. I clutched at her I felt as if I were drowning in ecstasy and the pleasure kept building.
Then there was blackness. soft enveloping satin black that enveloped the world as I drifted down into the sea of ecstasy deeper and deeper into the swirling waves of pleasure.

A soft  brushing against my lips. A gentle stroke of my arm. I opened my eyes to see the vision that was Felurian bending over me a slight smile on her face as she brought me back gently from the dark. I had thought it was over. It was really only just beginning.

My Friend's Beach House

The ice in his crystal tumbler chinked as he raised the G&T to his lip, taking a refined sip as he leisurely read the newspaper. He was wearing loose cream trousers and a short sleeved shirt with the top few buttons open. He had a broad chest and toned arms, his skin was a tanned brown. His face was square with a strong jaw, his eyes were a deep green and his hair was brown with flecks of gray. I guessed he was around 40. Mr Wilson was Ashlie's father, Ashlie was my best friend and if she had been here would have given me swift kick under the table for openly staring at her dad. however she was inside the house putting on suncream which she had forgotten to do in the morning so I was taking the chance to sit across the small table on the veranda with Mr Wilson. We were in Cyprus at the Wilson's holiday home, I had been invited along to keep Ashlie company. She had refused to go on the last family holiday with the excuse that her parents were boring. I didn't agree, I found Mrs Wilson easy to talk to and very likeable, and Mr Wilson was just a fox, with a quick and dry wit, I could literally have spent the whole holiday watching him but Ashlie came out of the house so I tore my gaze away from him and stood up

"Ready to go?" I asked cheerily.

"Yeah let’s go" She called back.

We walked down the dusty road chatting about unimportant things until we came to the beach, it was early and no one else was out. The beach was only small so there weren't many people at the best of times, it was surrounded by cliffs and high dunes, making it very secluded. We dumped our bags and put our towels down. I flopped back down on my towel and gazed over the smooth blue sea before me, it was warm despite the early hour and after the walk down i was already sweating slightly, Ashlie also looked to be suffering in the heat staring out wistfully at the water

"I wish I hadn't left my bikini back at the house, but it was still wet after yesterday" I moaned

"Yeah same" She replied.

I lay back on the towel sunning myself, I heard Ashlie fidgeting about next to me, "Katie.. I'm hot... Katie...cool me down...." she moaned and prodded, until I decided to shut her up by throwing the contents of my water bottle at her.

"Cooler now?" I asked raising my eyebrow, before giggling at the shocked look on her face.

"Oh, now you’re for it." she said with a mock snarl grabbing her bottle.

I shot up and dashed across the beach, despite my head start she caught up, tripping me and pouring the water all over my head as I struggled, squirmed and spluttered under her. She finally emptied the bottle and stood up allowing me to stand as well, we looked each other up and down, our thin summer clothes had gone completely see through. Ashlie wasn't wearing any bra it took me by surprise and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the cloth clinging to her supple breast, with her 2p size areolas.

"Well we may as well take these off and let them dry, its not like they are doing anything in this condition." Ashlie said prompting me to stop ogling and to pull my dress off, placing it down on my towel to keep it from getting sandy.

"Hey! Underwear off too, I’m not going to be the only one standing here nude" Ashlie said indignantly.

"Well you should have worn underwear shouldn't you" I mocked.

"Well I would have, had I known that someone was going to splash water all over me" she countered pretending to glare at me.

"Fair play" I conceded and unhooked my bra which had gotten wet and was chafing anyway.

"Well now that we’re nude anyway do you want to go for a swim?" she asked playfully.

"Sure" I nodded and followed her down the the shore watching her bare ass bounce up and down. We entered the water with little squeals as the cool water washed over our feet before we ran and dived under the water. We swam and dunked each other, splashing each other with shrill shrieks like little kids.

We stood back up about waist deep in the water, with the waves lapping low just beneath our breasts. I could see her nipples had hardened due to the cold and I could feel mine had done the same. I tore my eyes away from here breast thinking she must have noticed me staring but as I turned my gaze to her face I noticed her eyes were trained on my chest. I made a snap decision I stepped in close to her and ran my hand down her side. She didn't stop me and I leaned in, kissing her gently on the lips. She tensed suddenly as our lips met but she slowly relaxed into the kiss. I felt her hands move onto my hips as she started to respond to the kiss. This wasn't totally out of the blue we had come close to doing stuff before, we even had one night which neither of us could remember,and all we knew is that we had woken up in the same bed, naked. my head was filled with a thousand memories of times we had spent together and how close we had come.

I was brought back to reality by her tongue pressing against my lips as she requested entry. I slowly parted my lips and she entered her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. She hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around her as she carried me out of the water and lay me down on the blanket. She broke the kiss, and I made a little mew of disappointment that quickly changed to little purrs of delight as she kissed down my body stopping to kiss each nipple before reaching my crotch. She kissed all around it but not actually touching it just as I was about to scream at her to touch it, her lips closed around my swollen clitoris and she nibbled it sending lightning bolts of pleasure coursing through my body, before i knew what was happening, she had two fingers inside me and was working my clit with her tongue, I was in heaven. She moved up my body still fingering me, her fingers curling up inside me rubbing and stimulating every inch they could reach but her mouth moved back to mine. I could taste myself on her and I kissed her all the more passionately as a desperate thank you for the pleasure. I tried to reach down to pleasure her but she batted me away

"Later, when you’re not distracted." She said in a sultry whisper just loud enough for me to hear. I would have protested but she was bringing me to my peak and I was struggling to catch my breath. The pressure built up inside me mixed with my wanting to be released, but every time it seemed the dam was about to burst Ashlie slowed down a fraction before starting up again just keeping me on the edge and building the pressure up higher and higher until finally she allowed me to release the pleasure that rocked me to my very core, I saw only flashes of colour and felt nothing except the explosion of delight that was inside me.

As I slowly descended from my mountain of bliss and my vision returned to normal I first saw swirling green that filled my vision, which then slowly resolved into two eyes, two beautiful eyes on a delicate and beautiful face surrounded by a shimmering waterfall of long silky black hair. I leaned forward to kiss her hungrily, inside I still ached for her. She kissed me back with a passion then rolled off me allowing me to climb on top of her in the same position she had been in. I started fingering her clit and rubbing her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She let out a small moan beneath me as I finally slid a finger into her. Her hands ran down my back, feeling my curves, and caressing my body. Her hands reached my ass and she slapped it, I gave a little gasp and flick my head back.

As i did this i noticed something in the dunes, I paused from my fingering and leaned down to whisper in Ashlie's ear "Shit, I think someone is watching us"

"I know, they have been watching us since we were in the water, now keep going!" She whispered back impatiently.

"And you didn't say anything!" i hiss back indignantly

"Bah! They’re just some teenagers, what are they going to do? I said keep going!" She hissed back.

I was shocked by her casual attitude but I was really turned on, and they had already seen so much. Not to mention it the thought of someone watching was giving me a little thrill, so I continued. I decided to give them a bit of a show so I shifted my position sliding one of my leg under one of her’s and moving so that our pussies were meshed together. I then starting vigorously rubbing her clit with my thumb and pulled her into a more sitting position and kissed her. She was still caressing my body all over as I grounded my pussy into her’s. Her hands get more frantic as I brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers dug hard into my back and her mouth locked onto mine, she couldn't stop moaning into my mouth as she kissed me and her body tensed under my hands as she was rocked by an orgasm. I laid her back down on the towel as she caught her breath. I laid down next to her and we cuddled on the beach, the only sound being that of the waves rolling into the shore, that and the sound of footstep approaching quietly.  I must have looked like we were asleep as the two boys who had been watching us had decided to approach. I watched, eyes barely open as they crept closer. They must have been about 14 and both had very obvious boners bulging out the front of their jeans. They crept to either side of us, I lost sight of the one behind me but I saw the one in front of me look shocked for a moment, start mouthing at him before throwing his hand in the air and turning his attention back to us. I heard a rustling noise behind me and a little grunt. I felt something hit my back then some on my side then my ass. it is only then that I figured out what was happening. I had just been covered in cum. There was a final drop on my face, hitting my eye forcing me to close it but i could hear them running off up the beach clearly fearing that it may have woken me up.  

"Well that was unexpected." Ashlie commented with a grin

"I almost pissed myself when he started masturbating over you, then I realized that there was one behind me too, apparently he had some class, well for a peeping tom anyway."

I wiped the cum off my eye with my finger and opened it again.

"I can’t believe I didn't realize that's what he was doing,” I said my voice tinged with disgust and amusement

“The other kid look shocked but I didn’t know why. I should go clean this off me in the sea."

"No need." Ashlie said with a grin leaning in and sucking my finger clean

"He doesn't taste too bad." she proceeded to clean the cum off me, slurping the cum right off my skin with apparent enjoyment. She finished with a quick kiss of my ass

"All done!"

We dressed and wandered back to the house. We both had showers then Ashlie decided to go into town. I decided to stay back at the house as I wanted to relax and have a nap, tan, and read a book.

Ashlie's mum and dad were out on their boat so I was alone in the house. I laid out on one of the deck chairs in a bikini to even out my tan. I took off the top and let it drop to the floor beside me, I was alone what did it matter. I closed my eyes, I wasn’t in danger of getting cum on me this time. I was dozing and didn't hear the sound of someone coming out the back of the house. It wasn't until I heard him say

"OH!" That I opened my eyes and saw Mr Wilson standing over me.

"I'm sorry I didn't know you were there, I, I..." he stammered.

I covered my breast with one arm my face going red with embarrassment

"Oh, I'm sorry Mr Wilson! I thought I was alone, I thought you were out on your boat!"

"I decided not to go I was feeling a little nauseous and I didn't think the waves would help." he explained

"Oh, are you ok?" I asked concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine I started feeling better on the walk back, thanks for asking."

We continued talking for a while after that and I could see him trying to avoid looking at my breasts, which my arm wasn't really covering and as I noticed him struggling I started slipping my arm exposing even more to him. He became quite distracted, stumbling over words and once he seemed to forget he was in the middle of a sentence.

"You seem distracted, is everything ok?"

"Errm yeah, I’m just feeling a little ill again I'm going to lie down." He excused himself and went upstairs. I could guess what he was going to do. I waited a minute, put on my bikini top and then went into the kitchen and got a jug of water and a glass and went up to his room. I opened the door

"I thought you might, OH!" i made my best surprised face. He was lying naked on his bed his cock in his  hand staring at me in horror. "Ooh my god that wasn't.... I... was that because of me? I noticed you were looking a bit but I didn’t realize you were getting so worked up." I did in my best innocent voice.

He started to deny it but he could see I wasn't buying it

"Alright, yes you did get me excited, it’s been awhile since I saw a pair of breast that luscious."

I walked over and sat next to him on the bed

"Well then at least let me enjoy my handiwork, it would be rude not to."

"Huh?" He looked at me blankly not comprehending what I was suggesting.

"Oh for god sake let me fuck you Mr Wilson!" I moaned my voice dripping with arousal.

"Huh?" He responded still not getting it.

I decided to get my point across in a different way. I climbed over him and kissed the tip of his cock and moved his hand away from it as I looked up into his eyes and circled his head with my tongue. The anticipation was making him quietly whimper. When I took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could he threw his head back and moaned loudly. He held my hair out of the way as he watched me continue to work his throbbing member. I lapped at his pre-cum as I cupped his balls. He was making tiny moans above me as I swirled the head of his cock in my mouth.

“Oh god,” He moaned loudly, “Katie, please don’t stop!”

I don’t think I would have been able to stop even if he had really wanted me to. I sucked his throbbing dick like a starving sex slave, and I loved every minute of it.

“Oh, Katie! Stop, I’m going to cum!” He whined as the grip on my hair tightened. But like I said, I couldn’t stop, I wanted it too badly. After this afternoon I had been craving cock, Ashlie was fantastic, and sexy but she didn't have a cock.

I paused sucking him off for a moment. “I want you to cum in my mouth?”

It was asked like a question but any reply was cut short as I continued on with his cock and he groaned loudly.

I worked his shaft with one hand as I flicked my tongue over his head. The grip on my hair tightened a bit more. His knees shook slightly and he moaned loudly as he fired out hot globs of cum in my mouth. I managed to swallow most of it, the rest I hungrily licked up off his stomach. I wrapped a hand around his shaft pumping it gently not letting it go down and it was soon rock solid again. He sat up grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up onto his cock pressing against me leaving a sticky trail from my boobs to my crotch. He flipped me over and climbed on top.

“I need you inside of me.” I told him staring up at him looming over me

“Now!” A mischievous grin spread across his face

“If that’s what you want.” he called back as he angled his cock against my pussy lips but instead of entering me, he played up the anticipation by sliding his cock up and down my slit. I impatiently moaned at his teasing. Mr Wilson bit his lip as he slowly entered me, I could not help but utter a soft groan. He took his hand off his cock and placed it by my head as he slipped inside me inch by inch. My body opened up to his large throbbing member but I still winced slightly at the sudden intrusion. He took this as a sign to slow down a bit.  

His hand cupped my face and he drew himself down to plant heavenly kisses. My hands ran down the toned muscles on his back as his tongue explored my mouth. Soon I was pressing myself against him, my body begging for more of his cock. He obliged by burying it all in me. I stifled a scream of ecstasy into his collarbone as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, getting into a rhythm. I matched his long thrusts so his pelvic bone grinded against my clit.  His hot breath crept over my neck as he buried his face in my hair, with every other thrust a small whimper would escape him. I had my hands twined in his hair as I arched towards him. My legs began to shake as a familiar feeling unfolded in the pit of my stomach. My nails dug into his skin as my uneven breath became more frenzied. I grabbed his ass cheeks as I matched his thrusts, ensuring that he was as deep as he could get. My pussy tightened on his cock as I shook.

“Fuck!” He panted.

“You get so tight when you cum.”

A shuddered gasp was my reply as he picked up his pace. I never thought that I would be able to cum again but after his pelvic bone began its frantic grind against my clit, I found myself near the brink once more. He buried me to the hilt with every thrust. My breasts bounced with each slap of skin and I moaned loudly. He was turning me wild as he unknowingly held me at the edge. Without warning I bit my lip hard and stifled a scream as my pussy tightened and I came again. This time he gave two last thrusts and my pussy gripped his cock and he groaned loudly as he shuddered. Hot cum shot into my waiting pussy. He whimpered as he collapsed in my arms. Unsteady breath played against my chest.

"We can't tell anyone Katie, please, I love my wife, you cant tell anyone." He whispered clearly panicking.

"Of course I won’t, but on one condition" I said slyly.

"What?" He asked calming down a bit now that he knew there was a way to keep me quiet.

"This isn't the last time we do this." I say with cheeky big grin.

He smiled and let out a sigh of relief  "I think I can agree to that."

Hey sexy's

Ok so I am now on holiday I will try to get a few stories out while I have the time, not sure what they are going to be about, feel free to leave any ideas down below. Also I have skype now, my name on it is katielovedemon add me if you want to chat, it has deleted all the contact i had brought over from msn so if you think you have me and your wondering why i don't come online that's why. I hope to hear from all you lovely people soon. xxx ps I know i have been bad with stories lately i promise to be better, if I don't you'll have to punish me :p xxx

Kickboxing

I raised my fists, guarding my face as I circled him. I kept eye contact, I saw the little jerk as he geared up to punch, I saw the jab coming right for my face, I lent sideways dodging the jab and countering with a cross into his side before stepping back out of range. we circled again but I quickly moved forward with a front kick to his stomach which he blocked but he was slow in bringing his hands back up to block his face meaning my jab got him square on the nose, he raised his hands to stop and more shots to the face so I followed up with a cross to his stomach, he recovered quickly and made me pay for not moving back with a hook to the side of my face making me stagger to the side and pull away sharply but he followed up battering at my guard with punch after punch I managed to block the worst of them and managed to force him back with a scrappy front kick, I quickly launched a counter, with a jump front kick to the face, followed by an axe kick forcing him back and it was my turn to punch at his head,  but being shorter than he was he was able to block almost all of them, then he span round to my side and delivered a punishing side kick to my kidneys. This winded me as he once again stared to pummel my head. I kept my head down and guard up and flicked my foot round behind his and swept it back while giving him a solid punch in the sternum. I was unable to make him fall but he stumbled backwards off balance and I capitalized on it with a side kick to his stomach and then his head. Then I moved in again and swept this time making him fall flat on his ass.
"Ok guys enough free sparring for now, take a breather" our instructor called, pairs around the hall disengaged and stood leaning on their knees out of breath from our exertions. I reached out to help Dan up, it wasn't much help with the bulky boxing gloved on but it was a gesture of good will that you didn't hold any grudges after repeatedly hitting each other in the face.
"Woooh, that was intense, you’re fast" he said breathing heavily
"Yeah well what you may lack in speed you made up for with brute force, bloody hell that side kick really winded me" I said good naturedly
"You want to discuss sidekicks? That one to may face killed" he said smiling
"Hey keep your guard up if you don't want to get kicked in the face" I joked
"Well it's not fair, you’re far more flexible than I am, I can barely kick at your chin height"
"Bah rubbish I’m about half a foot shorter than you, you can reach my face"
"OI, Katie, Dan stop bickering and listen" our instructor yelled
We looked at each other smirking before turning to the instructor who was discussing the various mistakes he had seen people make during the sparring session before leading the cool down and sending us home. As Dan and I took off our pads and packed them in our bags we continued to bicker good naturedly about the fight. As we left I remembered to ask him "hey Dan you coming to the party tomorrow?"
"Hell yeah the parties at yours are always great"
 "This one is quite small only 20-30 odd people, but it should be good night, we got quite a bit of alcohol in, you know Will, he finally got paid for some work he did over the holiday and he spent it all on alcohol, you know what he's like. Anyway, see you there" I waved goodbye and got on my bike to cycle home. On the cycle home I started thinking about Dan, he was a really cool guy, he was quite tall, shaggy blond hair, green eyes and a nice toned body. But what I like more than all of that was that he was fun, he always had a cheeky mischievous glint in his eyes, and a cocky little smile dancing on his lips as he said something that sounded like an insult, but you could see he was joking, he could get away with saying anything with that look.
When I got home I said hi to two of my house mates who were sitting in one of the rooms off the entrance hall with the door open watching family guy. "Good practice?" Alice asked
"Yeah but you didn't miss much by wimping out"
"Wimping out, I have a broken wrist" she protested
"Bah wimp" I mock
"And how’s Daaaan" she mocked back in return causing Lottie who was sitting next to her to snigger
"Dan is fine, shut up" I blush and make a hasty retreat for the stairs
"You loooove him" Alice called after me
"Shut up" I yell back
Will popped his head out of his door at the top of the landing "we talking about Dan?" he said with a smirk before jumping back into his room and shutting the door after seeing my scowl. I hear him giggling to himself as I walk past. I walk into my room and close the door, locking it behind me. I pull my sweaty clothes off and drop them on the floor as I step into my en-suit.
 I turn on the shower and let the hot water wash over me, washing out the sweat from the practice. I ran my finger over my body checking the tenderness of where I got hit. I kept running my hands over my body as my mind wandered, thinking through the sparing session, how Dan had moved, how I had kept eye contact at the beginning, his eyes, his face, his smile, his hands...oh I noticed that my hands were now massaging my breasts. I leant back against the side of the shower the water still streaming over me as I surrendered to my urges and slid one hand down towards my slit. I start to gently rub my clit with my right and while my left massages and pinches my nipples. I start to slide my fingers over my slit while my thumb continues to work my clit in little circles. I bite my bottom lip to suppress a moan as I slip a finger up into my moist soft warm pussy. I curl it and bring it out applying gentle but firm pressure on the sides as I do so. Slowly I slide my finger back in, rubbing the inside of my pussy. I slide it out again I return to rubbing and massaging my clit still biting my bottom lip to suppress my moans. I slide my fingers back to my slit, this time inserting the middle two thrusting them in and out I am panting now, and quite moan are mixed in with my heavy breathing. My body is tense with the pent up energy just waiting to be let out. Then with one final trust in I peak. "Oh oh ohhh" I gasp as quietly as I can my body is enveloped in wave after wave of pleasure I slowly sink to the floor of the shower panting and sweating. I lay there for what seemed like an ages just getting my breath back, letting the calming water slowly bring me back to earth. I stand up and step out of the shower. I notice the flush of my cheeks in the mirror as I dry myself I walk back into my main room and grab my dressing gown off the back of my chair and wrap it round myself and sink onto my bed and fall into a deep sleep.

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and rested. I climbed out of bed and dressed. It was a Saturday so there were no lectures but I had a bit of work to do and I needed to tidy my room before tonight. I had a relaxed morning slowly clearing my room with a re run of QI on in the back ground. I had a sandwich for lunch before doing a fascinating long answer on water conductivity in plants that didn't bore me to tears at all. Then I started to get ready for the party. I was ready about 9 and went to Alice's room know that she would also be ready. We sat drinking and chatting, as more people joined us as they were ready. At half 10 the door bell rang and the first guest came in. more booze was broken out and music turned on.
 It was about 11 and I was weaving my way through the group of people in the hall on my way to the kitchen to grab some wine from the fridge, when there was a knock on the door. Will who was standing next to the door opened it. "Hey Dan, how’s it going man?"
"Yeah pretty good man, except those questions Jones set us. They’re a bitch."
"I know what you mean but Katie got it, she let me copy her answers"
"Ahh, right well, that sounds like a plan I can get on board with."
"Haha you'll be lucky, I had to trade in my practical write up, what have you got to offer?"
"Oh just my natural charm and charisma" Dan said with a cocky smile
"yeah dream on dickhead" Will replied hitting him in the arm "well, she's over there, go charm and... charismise... that's a word right, meh it is now" he pointed over at me and turned back to his original conversation I tried to make it look like I hadn't just been watching the exchange and started to walk towards Dan.
"Hey, Dan. Did you just get here?" I asked as I approached
"Yeah just got in the door" I gave him a quick hug hello.
"How are you feeling today, stiff?" I ask
"Not too bad, I find it’s the day after the day after that I get stiff, so I get to couple it with a hangover, woooh"
"Well you’re going to have a good morning, come on everyone is through here" I lead him into Alice's room where there were people sitting on every available surface, I manage to nab a space on the bed and Dan flopped down on the floor between my legs.
We sat and drank and chatted for a while then Alice can in and sat next to me, grabbing a space on the bed just as someone got up.
"Hey Alice, how's your arm, Katie told me you were wimping out yesterday"
"God damn it Katie, its broken, "m not wimping out" Alice complained.
"Yeah you missed me beating up Katie" Dan said, with a grin up at me
"Oh yeah right, I floored you, you little lair"
"Sure you flooooored me" he said as sarcastically as he could
"...but I did" I protest
"Of course you did Katie" Alice said equally sarcastically while patting me on the head. Getting her own back for my mocking.
"I DID!"
"Yeah she did" Dan admitted apparently serious but then put his hand up to block my view of his mouth and said in a very load whisper "no, she didn't"
"OK then, come on we have set of pads round the house, put 'em on I'll floor you again" if I hadn't been pissed I would have probably thought that sparring pissed wasn't a very smart thing to do. As it was I was pissed and didn't see any problem with sparring in my condition.
We squared up on the landing which was quite spacious for a landing, although a little small for a boxing ring especially with the ring of people who had crowded round to watch. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet and looked ready to fight, until he lost his balance and stumbled sideways a few steps to the amusement of all watching. I decided to take the advantage and go charging in and managing to sweep his legs from under him causing him to fall heavily to the floor. It would have looked relatively impressive had I not fallen over on top of him. "Hey no fair I wasn't ready" he complained as we both got up.
"Bah cry-baby, just upset you got floored by a girl."
"You floored yourself too" he reminded me
"Still counts"
"Nope, again!" he demanded
We squared up again and bumped gloves to start the match. His fist punch was more of a drunken flail, coming in sideways with no real power behind it, I took it on my guard and lost balance because I was drunk and stumbled sideways. I ducked as his next punch came round and managed to get I shot in on his stomach before jumping backwards out of reach. we stumbled about for a while throw random punches and neither of us really gaining an upper hand until more by accident than anything else he tripped over my foot and landed on the floor for a second time. He rolled over laughing as I jump on top of him straddling his waist and land a few light punches on his face. "Say I win, say win" I demand.
"Ok ok you win. Now get off me"
"Say I'm the champion of the world"
"Fine you’re the champion of the world now get off" it was then I felt why he wanted me to get off, he didn't want me to feel his cock which I felt slowly getting stiffer under me. I blush and cough embarrassed as I quickly get off him, conscious of the crowd of people watching who hopefully missed the blush, and the slight bulge present before he stood up and pulled down his jumper to cover it.
The crowd melts away and we are left alone. "Errm if you want to take you stuff off just come to my room" I said before realizing what I had said "PADS, I err meant pads. If you want to take your pads off, we can just leave them in a pile in my room"
We walk into my room and start taking off the sparring pads. "Errm about ... err the erm" he said
"Yeah I know what you mean" I interrupt his prolonged pause
"Yeah that, I'm sorry it just kinda happened"
"It’s alright I get it, I was sitting on top of it. It's ...understandable" I was unsure how much to read into it, did he want me, or was it just someone sitting right on it... I didn't know what to think.
"Yeah thanks"
"it's ok" I go for a hug to show him I don't feel weird, he paused for a second before leaning in to hug me, being careful to not bring his crotch close to me. "Wait... is it still...there" I asked.
 He blushed bright red "errm" I tried not to giggle at his embarrassment.
"It's ok; do you want to stay in here till it goes down?" I asked hoping to get some alone time with him
"Yeah thanks" he said sitting on the edge of the bed
"It's ok it's my fault, I'm just too damn sexy" I grin giving a near perfect imitation of his cheeky smile. And flopping down next to him on the bed.
"Oh I blame myself, girls just can’t help but climb all over me when they get the chance" he replied
"I seem to be managing ok right now, but I'll try to keep myself under control in the future" I say, my voice laden with sarcasm.
"Hey I never said it was a bad thing" he said with his usual grin
"Oh yeah?" quick as a flash I whip my leg over him so I'm sat on his lap facing him "you like that?"
"Do you hear me complaining?"
 With that I just leant in and kiss him. Pushing him back down onto bed so that I am lying on top of him. I could feel his erection twitching beneath me and grind against it gently while we kiss. his tongue invaded my mouth running over, exploring, every part as mine danced around it. I started to unbutton his shirt exposing his toned body beneath. I ran my hands over his body exploring it, each feature giving me joy to trace out and feel. I broke the kiss and start kissing his neck then down between his pecks as my kisses work lower I undo his belt and unzip his jeans pulling them down letting him kick them off his feet. My kisses finally reached his exposed member. It was nice, thick long and vainy. I also noticed he had shaved himself as I kissed the smooth skin round the base of his cock before slowly kissing up his length. It was as I was kissing the bell end that I suddenly had a thought. I shot up and quickly locked the door and closed the curtains. My room looked right out onto the street so the people over the road would have had an excellent view. I turned back to look at him, "sorry, just didn't want to be disturbed" 
"Good thinking"
"Now where was I" as I walked slowly back to him I pulled off my tank top and dropped it to the floor quickly followed by my bra. I dropped back to my knees in front of him and started to kiss his bell end again. I slipped it into my mouth and started tracing circles round it with my tongue. He ran his hands through my hair as he let out a light moan. I started to pump his shaft with one hand and fondle the balls with the other while continuing to play with his bell end in my mouth. His moans are indicating that he is loving it as is the taste of pre cum which is mixing with the saliva in my mouth.

  I start to move down his shaft my lips slowly enveloping more and more of his shaft; I moved both my hands to his balls to clear the way. When I got about half way down I stop and slid back up running m teeth gently over the top of his cock and my tongue tracing a wavy line along the underside. I slid back down as soon as I reached his tip, this time taking in a little more; I bobbed up and down, slowly taking more and more of him into my mouth. I was about to take him down my throat when he grunted "uhhg Katie, I'm about to blow, uuuuuugh ooooooooh yeah" his cock twitched in my mouth and then pulse after pulse of sticky cum burst into my mouth. I tried to hold it all but some started to leak out the side of my mouth and so I started to swallow, I swallowed it all and his cock was still dribbling out little spurts of cum which I licked off. "I...wow, Katie that was fucking amazing"
I left his cock and came up to sit next to him on the bed using a finger to wipe up some of the cum that had dribbled onto my chin before inserting the finger into my mouth and sucking it clean while looking into his eyes. "Fuck your sexy" he said as he lent in to kiss me as he did so his hand slid down my body and fumbled undoing my jeans and then slid his hand over my pussy rubbing it through my underwear. I helped him pull down my jeans and underwear to give him full access as we kissed he slid his middle two fingers in and started finger fucking me vigorously. he breaks the kiss and kisses down my neck onto my breasts he gently nibbled on my nipples sending waves of pleasure through me, I’m in heaven and I was angry when he stops but then I saw he was moving south and I soon feel his warm breath on my moist pussy lips. His fingers start playing with my pussy again, running up and down my slit as his tongue starts to flick my clit making me moan and squirm. He slid his fingers in again curling them round and gently pulling them out then sliding them in again, this time rather than sliding them in and out he kept them inside massaging my pussy walls making them shiver and convulse. I wrap my legs round his head pulling him in closer. He starts nibbling my clit lightly. This drives me wild, sending me over the edge. My fingers dig into the covers on the bed scrunching them up in my fist. My back arches up off the bed and my breathing comes in panting bursts. The pleasure rolls through my body like waves of heat, making my muscles contract involuntarily. I'm unconsciously making all kinds of grunts and moans until I finally flop back down with a huge expiration of breath.

He climbed up on top of me; I could feel his manhood pressing at my entrance. I reach down and took it in my hands guiding it so the tip slid into me. I clenched round it gripping it tightly with my pussy. His eyes glazed over and I could tell he was enjoying it. I slowly relaxed the grip allowing him to slide his full length into me; he slid in right up to the hilt and stop there leaning in to kiss me. Not breaking the kiss he started long slow thrusts speeding up just at the end of each thrust to really ram himself in deep. Each time he did that he made me give out a little involuntary moan of pleasure. He broke the kiss as he started to speed up and my moans turned into on long continuous sound. I buried my face in his shoulder, nuzzling into neck. My hands were gripping tightly onto his back my grip getting tighter and tighter as I approached my peak again. I was teetering on the edge not quite going over not quite getting release from the boiling surge of lust in my loins. He finally pushed me over the edge when his lips locked around one of my nipples and his tongue started rapidly flicking it. I moaned loudly into his shoulder as once again my body was overcome by waves of pleasure and my pussy convulsed violently round his cock.
as I slowly came down from my lofty heights he continued to pound into me although he was flagging a little, he had kept up an impressive pace for at least a quarter of an hour. I decided that I needed to pay him back. I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him over rolling with him until I was on top "because you seemed to like it last time I was on top" I whispered in his ear making him chuckle a little as I straightened up and slowly started sliding up and down on his shaft. My hands were on his chest which was shiny with sweat after his exertions on top of me. I stopped sliding up and down on his cock and started grinding it in circles in my pussy, giving him a little show by biting my lips flicking my hair and trusting my chest out towards him and letting out a long sensual moan. This seemed to do the trick as he groaned and his cock jumped inside me pulsing out cum. his eyes rolled back into his head as his orgasm overcame him.
 I kept him inside me as he slowly went limp, I held myself just above his body, my breasts resting on him as we kiss passionately for a long time. When I finally got too tired to hold myself up over him I rolled off and lay in his arm as he pulled the covers over us. I snuggled back into him and fell asleep in his warm embrace. His hot breath on my ear and his sticky cock nestled in my ass.