Pure of Heart

Before the sun rose the next day, Meleager and Calyn were on the road. He didn't want to linger with some of the residents angry at him for not letting them lynch the Forsaken the night before. He left a few gold pieces for their trouble and moved on. He spared a glance to where the Forsaken had been camped before and was glad to see it was empty.



He was distracted, not by Calyn so much as the events of the last couple of days. Two stops, and twice something happened which had put him in a position to save a life. At first he had thought someone was trying to slow him down. But then why tie up the girl? Why lure a Forsaken near the scene of a crime? Why not try to kill him outright?



There was something more going on here, he was sure of it. Both times he had been made to make a choice to save a life. The first had been done without question, a girl was in danger and he had to save her. But the second? He couldn't help but question saving a Forsaken, who was probably guilty of other crimes that Meleager would have killed him over, but he couldn't let him get killed for a crime which he hadn't done. It wasn't a huge moral dilemma, but it made him wonder.



He decided he would avoid settlements for the rest of the journey. He knew he was being followed, and that whomever it was had plans for him. Best that he not give them an opportunity to hurt anyone else. There was still Calyn, but he was confident that he could protect her.



Before noon, he knew the weather was against them. Dark clouds filled the skies, and it wasn't long before the snow started falling. It was getting heavy when he spotted a cave just off the road, behind some brush, which would be an ideal shelter. After checking it wasn't a bear or wolf cave, they went in and began setting up a camp.



He set up a fire while Calyn prepared some food. All through the morning she had been wrapped tightly in her cloak trying to fend off the cold. Now that she was warmer she seemed more talkative, asking him about his childhood, the life of a Paladin, general small talk, while she talked about her life in Westfall.



Meleager learned more about her and her tranquil life, about her family. He was also surprised to learn that she had been engaged to get married, but that he had been killed when the bandits first entered Westfall. She got quiet and pensive after telling this story, and looked into the fire.



Without even thinking, he put his arms around her and held her close. She let out a sob and buried her face in his chest. They stayed like that for what seemed eternity, but before he knew what was happening he was kissing her again. Soft kisses on her face and neck, he could almost hear her heart pounding as her breath picked up, before kissing her full on the lips.



She moaned softly as she opened her mouth to him, her smooth tongue caressing his. Her fingers were running through his hair and she moved her whole body to be against his by straddling his lap. She started nudging at his shirt and he briefly stopped kissing her to remove it. Immediately she was planting soft kisses down his neck and shoulders. He could feel her breasts underneath her own shirt and longed to have them against his bare skin.

There was a moment's hesitation before she removed her shirt, and he quickly saw why. Her breasts, which were nice and round, were covered with scratches and bit marks. Bruises and the stray bite mark colored her mid drift, and as his eyes followed them down, he realized with horror that they became more frequent closer to her sex. She was healing, but he realized that she would be scarred for life.



He then realized that she wasn't looking at him, but off to the side, with a look of shame and anger on her face. Offering comforting words and kisses, he laid her down on her back and began undoing her leggings. She whimpered and shrank from his touch, but he reassured her with a soft kiss on her belly. He gently removed her pants, and saw that her inner thighs were also bruised and scratched up. She seemed otherwise intact, he realized with a bit of relief, but he could also tell she was distressed.



Gently and slowly he lay down next to her and stroked her hair in a comforting manner. She seemed to struggle with an inner conflict. It was obvious she wanted him, perhaps in a different situation, if they had met in a simpler, more peaceful setting, then it would be simpler and making love would be easy. However she had been raped, brutalized and had seen her family destroyed around her, of course she was scared. Seeing her own injuries had brought this back, he supposed.



Despite his own arousal, he could be patient and wait for her to be ready. He wanted her, but he knew it would be all the sweeter when she was ready. Instead he kissed her face and neck, and reassured her that he wouldn't hurt her. When she had relaxed a bit more he began trailing kisses down to her breasts, which he cupped and gently massaged with his hands. He closed his eyes in concentration and then his holy magic flowed through them, healing the worst of her injuries. She gasped in awe and then in pleasure as he kissed the tip of one of her nipples.



He sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, while his hand tickled the other one. Her fingers laced into his hair and she encouraged him with soft moans and whispered pleadings to never stop. His other hand slowly made its way down her belly, down to her thighs, which were still closed to him, so he let it rest there. Her nipple was now nice and hard, so he switched position to give the other one some attention. Below, her legs had been opening slowly so he shifted himself so he was on his hands and knees, between her legs. His hand carefully eased down and found her clit, which was already moist. Gently, he began to massage it while he continued giving her nipple loving attention.



Calyn's reaction was immediate. She gasped, and her moans became louder and more frequent. He left her breasts and slowly kissed his way down her midsection to her thighs. Once he was there, he briefly explored her legs and healed her scratches and bites there as he had for her breasts. He then ran his tongue down from her knee to the very top of her inner thigh, where he could smell her arousal, which had become more pronounced. He looked up at her to see if she was ready for what he was going to do next and saw that she was looking down at him with intense need and desire. Her legs were now wide open, inviting him in.



He gripped the underside of her buttocks and lowered his head into her, taking his first taste of her along her lips. She was salty and sweet, and seemed to be very wet already. He ran his tongue up to the sensitive mound at the top. He took it into his mouth and began to roll his tongue around it. She bucked her hips and whimpered in response, but within a few moments she was sighing his name and running her fingers through his hair.



One of his hands moved up to her opening while he continued to pleasure her with his tongue. He then slowly inserted a finger into her, eliciting a gasp and then a low throaty moan from her. His tongue worked faster on her while he slid his finger in and out of her.



“Oh gods,” she whispered, rocking her hips slowly, “yes...”



He thrust another finger into her while his tongue worked furiously on her clit. Her smell and taste were intoxicating and her moans sent waves excitement down into his core. His erection pressed awkwardly against his pants and he longed to take her completely. He reminded himself to be patient, he could wait a little longer.



“Meleager...”she breathed, as waves of pleasure crashed over her, “Oh...gods...”



Her breath was now coming quicker and her cries of ecstasy became near soundless. She gripped the blanket below her and twisted it in her hand as she arched her back. At last she reached her orgasm with a loud cry and she loosened completely, falling back on to the blanket as aftershocks rocked her body.



Meleager have her a few more gentle licks before moving back up her body, planting soft kisses on her quivering flesh along the way. When he reached her lips she wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her deeply. His erection was pressed against her thigh and it was becoming harder to not slide it right into her. He kissed her sweaty forehead while his hand gently caressed her breast. Her eyes were closed in contentment and he feared that she might go to sleep without him finishing.



He nuzzled her neck and was beginning to think that they were finished, when he felt her hands working on his belt. She sighed in frustration as she couldn't seem to get his pants off, so he chuckled and sat up on his knees to undo it himself. She watched him as he got his pants off, while her fingers lightly touched his abdomen. Once he was free she stared at his hard cock with anticipation. He wasn't particularly large, especially when compared to a Dranai or Troll, but he was still a good size.



She opened her legs to him silently begging him to take her. She carefully folded back her thighs to give him the best access and brought his back to her lips, teasing the edge. She moaned in anticipation, while he positioned himself. Finally he slid forward into her, savoring the moment as much as possible. She was extremely wet, and very tight. He gasped as he pushed himself in all the way and stayed there, listening to her deep breaths and the thudding of her heart.



He put his hands flat on the ground on either side of her head and lifted up his hips before thrusting back down into her. She let out a wail of pleasure and wrapped her legs around his ribs and her arms went around his shoulders, holding on tightly. He pulled out again and pushed himself back in, setting up a steady rhythm, and encouraged her to rock her hips to meet him.



He grunted and found his breath was coming fast and hard. Sweat moved down his body, mingling with hers as they thrust into each other faster and faster. She was inexperienced, and what experience she had was that of being raped, but she responded to his encouragement very well. He fantasized about other things they could do, other positions they could take, but was perfectly happy to keep it simple for now.



“Calyn...by the Light,” he whispered heavily. She responded with strangled squeaking moan and she became closer and closer to her climax. Her grip on him tightened, as she seemed to be holding onto him for dear life.



He felt himself coming, but controlled himself until she reached it first. She was becoming incoherent in her cries and she tightened around him when she finally orgasmed with a high pitched cry. He followed quickly and came fully into her, filling her with his seed and collapsing onto her.



They like like that for several minutes, as the aftershocks took them. Finally he moved off her and lay alongside her, kissing her face and neck. He reached over the grabbed an extra blanket which he wrapped them both in, and they both lay in perfect contentment, staring at the fire.







A few miles away, up the road, two trolls were carefully making their way around the food stores of an outpost. There were only a few people at this one, a few men and women only, but it would be enough. It was the middle of the day, but the occupants were out hunting, so they weren't bothered. The locked door opened easily for experts of their caliber and they carefully went through it, careful not to disturb anything.



There were racks of meat, bags of rice and other grains and some fruit. Malak'ar handed a vial of clear liquid to his brother, Uld'jin.



“Ya only need a little mon, make sure everything gets a coatin ok?”



They carefully made their way through the room, apply a drop of the liquid to everything that would be eaten in the next couple of days. They then left, making sure nothing was different from when they entered, and disappeared into the woods, not even leaving tracks.