The warm night air greeted the warrior once more as she made her way out of the tavern. Her steps much like her mind were still unfocused. As she closed the door behind her, her hand reached out to the wall to steady herself. She felt exhausted. The night had taken her strength and left a strong desire to sleep. Her breath was soft and gentle as she drew her lips in to moisten them.
She pushed away from the tavern wall and tried to focus on her goal. Her bard was out there in the forest somewhere... with a man who might very well mean to do her harm. A strong man that held secret desires in his heart, wanting to fulfill his satisfactions with her friend. Her soulmate. Not necessarily of her own consent. It was enough to cause her to regain her focus, if only for a short while. The drink she had been given in the tavern was still having its effects.
There was no others around her at this time of night except for the full moon above. It cast its bluish white glow over the land. She was thankful for that as it illuminated the dirt road ahead. She continued to walk down the road, stopping briefly now and then to regain her balance. The slightest turn to quickly. The faintest yawn might draw her into a sleep she could not afford.
As she passed one of the buildings to her left, there were sounds of movement in the dark alley beyond. Years of experience caused her fingers to grip the hilt of her sword as she passed by. She had learned long ago to be careful. It was the way of the warrior. A path she had chosen. One which her soulmate supported her in every way. The thought of such devotion brought a passing smile to her lips.
And then the faintest of murmurs could be heard in the dark alley to her side. The sound caused the warrior to stop and turn to face the uncertain path ahead. Another sound could be heard, a soft feminine sound. She found herself drawn to it, as unlikely as it was. She could hear the woman's voice once more, a gentle moan of delight perhaps. She would have to come closer to be sure.
The warrior's boots pressed quietly on the ground and she made her slow approach. She didn't want to disturb whatever she was trying to see. It was a simple respect she felt she owed the night. There was more to her thoughts than just that. She tried her best to push her imaginations back, but to her surprise what she saw justified them.
Three people were in the dark alley before her. Two men and a woman. At first the warrior thought they were having a conversation not meant for her. But her eyes traveled over the three of them. She could see it was much more. The men stood closely to the woman. Their hands reached toward her clothing. Her shoes and outer blouse were already on the ground. The warrior closed her eyes briefly, knowing what she must do. A reflection of moonlight could be seen from her sword as it was slowly drawn out of its scabbard.
She advanced on the three people who stood close together. One of the men, bearded and without a shirt, looked to her. Her eyes glanced over his body briefly. She felt out of place to hold such thoughts, but his body was very fit and muscular. She imagined he probably lifted many weights in his daily job to have such a well toned body. She was embarrassed by her line of thought and quickly looked to the woman instead.
Their eyes made contact and the woman held the clear expression that she wanted to leave. The look of genuine worry and concern pulled at the warrior's heart. She could not help but think of her precious bard. Time seemed to stand still as the four of them looked to each other. No one moved as each contemplated their actions. Eventually it was the other woman who reached down to collect her blouse and shoes. As she passed the warrior her eyes displayed open gratitude for her good deed. She quickly returned to where she had intended to travel.
Both men remained where they stood. Each looked to the warrior's drawn sword with nothing to say. The bearded man was the taller of the two. His chest was well built and his shoulders were muscular as well. The other man of shorter blonde hair was fit like the first man. He was lean compared to the other, but his body was just as fit. Both of the men were attractive and fine examples of strength.
Perhaps it was the slight lowering of the warrior's sword or the way her eyes lazily passed over each man's body, but she found herself drawn to them. She tried to reason that it was probably the results of the drink. Whatever the cause, she took a slow step toward both of them. Her eyes met with each of them. She could see the same thing in their eyes as she had seen before. Both of them had an interest in her.
The blonde haired man was the first to approach her. The bearded man soon followed and the warrior found herself standing between both of them. The men stood just inches from her body. During the eternal minutes that followed, her sword was no longer a concern. She licked her lips and let out a slow, gentle breath as two pairs of strong hands reached out to touch her body.
The bearded man raised her chin with his hand and leaned forward. He kissed her firmly. His hand reached out to her shoulders and moved in slow to her neck. At the same time, she could feel gentle open kisses along the back of her neck from the other man. His strong hands reached down to her legs and drew slowly up to her waist.
The warrior placed her fingers on the bearded man's chest. She was pleased to feel the firmness of his chest muscles. Their eyes met as they kissed. A confident, restrained hunger played across his expression. A feeling she shared and secretly hoped would loose its restraint. As for the other man, his warm breath could be felt on her shoulder. His firm lean chest pressed against her back. His smooth strong hands continued to slowly travel up her legs, slowly above the leathers that formed a short leather skirt.
Both men's hands found her shoulder straps and they were removed. As the blonde headed man drew her top down, the bearded man broke from their kiss and looked to her. She stood there motionless, caught in their mutual desire. The bearded man leaned down and forward to place his mouth over one of her breasts.
The warrior closed her eyes. Her head leaned back and her mouth opened in silent ecstasy. The other man moved in front of her and leaned forward to take her other breast in his mouth. The sensations of both their tongues working wildly across her breasts was more pleasurable than she dreamed possible. But still... there was something more that played across her mind. Something that was mildly troubling her even as she was prepared to surrender her soul and body to the pleasuring of two well built men.
Her bard. She knew the truth of her thoughts as soon as doubt entered her mind. As much as she felt open temptation with these two men, she felt as though the moment was meant for another. Someone whom she had always dreamed of and desired. Moments such as these were for her bard alone. Her soulmate.
The warrior gently pushed both men away from her. They looked up to her with a same hunger she had seen in them before, but it was colder now. She paused briefly, contemplating their response. Instincts she had learned to trust long ago allowed her to move from the bearded man's sudden forceful hold on her arm. She pushed him away only to be met with the other man's cold lustful stare.
The blonde man moved behind her and attempted to lock his arm around her neck, to hold her in place so they could do as they pleased. She shifted her body to the side and leaned down with a force that threw him up and over onto the ground. The bearded man reached out to her with his hands. Such gentle pleasing hands that had been strong, now tried to hold her neck in an unkind harsh way.
The bearded man never saw a narrow point of steel which pierced his chest and traveled several inches into his body. The warrior could see his eyes widen in pain. She was impressed with his silence. Any less of a man would have cried out, but he was just as strong in spirit as he was in body. He remained silent as her bard's sai buried itself up to the hilt into his chest.
She pulled her soulmate's weapon out quickly. The other man had seen the expression on the bearded man's face even as he fell. As he turned to run out of the alley, to make his escape, the very same sai was thrown at him. It cut into the back of his neck deeply, causing him to fall to the ground. Both men lie motionless on the ground as the warrior pulled up her top leathers and reached for her sword.
A well crafted, leather boot pressed against the back of the blonde man's neck as the warrior pulled the sai out. It was a gift from her bard, something to remember her by as she traveled a great distance. All the more reason to find her quickly. Her bard. Her soulmate. All alone in the night without one of her trusted weapons. She held the sai up before her and wiped the blade clean. The sais, like their two souls, felt incomplete whenever they were apart.
The warrior left the two lifeless men on the ground. She turned and walked into the night. To find her beloved bard.
To Be Continued.....