Malice Maze

Chapter 14
The Love of Ilona

Darkness had descended upon the caravan, gypsies tripping over themselves in drink and love around the fires, having enjoyed thoroughly their performances for the bystanders, and the many pieces of gold that had filtered in. It had been a promising evening and their queen of the night had been Ilona. Ilona, however, was not there to celebrate in their reverie. She was lost among the trees, searching for the lover who promised to meet her, waiting patiently with her heart pounding in her chest.

The nightmare of the maze, the trick with the dragon, and Joseph’s haughty face, were all too real. They still held a tight claw around her chest and every time her thoughts returned to the maze she felt as if she were suffocating in a box. Instead of the box, though, she was out in the open of the woods. She was waiting her lover, the only man she trusted to take such a precious gift from her. It was common among the gypsies of her caravan to be with relatives; after all they were a pretty tight caravan of only thirty men and ten women. When three of those ten women were too old to enjoy the sexual games of the young it limited the choices the men had. It was why the caravan remained very open about sex, though some men did traverse out into the towns they stopped at temporarily to find a lover. Ilona, however, only had eyes for one man.

She leaned against a tree and closed her eyes. Perhaps the nightmare of the maze was a punishment for her sins by God. What would Nanaia say if she knew that Ilona’s lover was her brother?

Ilona’s sapphire eyes flew open and she stared out into the darkness. Why could she remember every detail of a priestess she had created in her mind? No, it was false. Would King Dralnu have used her in the maze then allowed hr to live out her dreams this way? She had longed to perform, to lay with Lel, and to live this night to its fullest. This had been a night she had waited for all of her life, nearly. Why would Dralnu allow her to live out this fantasy?

Hands wrapped around Ilona’s waist, pulling her from the tree and against a strong chest. For a moment she let out a shocked squeal until she felt the beat of the heart against her ear and realized who it was that held her. She relaxed into his arms and curled against him, happy to be there. “Lel,” she said, almost breathlessly.

“You seemed to be in another world,” her brother said in his dark voice. “Is everything all right?”

“I was just thinking of that nightmare again,” Ilona admitted honestly. She looked up into her brother’s face, the same sapphire eyes and same auburn hair staring down at her. “Have you ever heard of a King Dralnu?”

“Of course I have,” Lel laughed. “We were in his kingdom once, he rules the kingdom furthest south. He is the most powerful of all kings yet he keeps his lands in the south. Some say that beyond the icy mountains the ice begins to melt and real land is given way to again.”

Ilona cocked hr head to the side. “Do you think because I have heard the name before that was why I had the nightmare?”

Lel chuckled and leaned his sister further into his chest. “I think sometimes you act so innocent, when I know deep down you are like the rest of us.”

Ilona did not know why that very blunt fact hurt her somewhere deep down in the heart that she usually ignored. Her heart usually only beat for her, her body always aching for Lel, and her mind always preoccupied with thoughts of the gypsy world. Now her heart was aching at the harsh statement, her body was feeling nothing for Lel, and her mind was preoccupied of the sins she was about to commit.

“Lel,” she whispered in her husky quiet voice, “I think we should stop talking. Maybe if you do the things you keep promising me I will not be so innocent any more.”

“I think I can handle that,” he said and his plump mouth consumed hers in a kiss that should have left her shuddering and shaking but instead only distracted her from her thoughts. She was annoyed with herself. She had been waiting for this moment all her life and now, as his tongue found its way into her mouth, pushing against her own until she yielded to him, she could only think of how wrong it was to be with him. Her body was not reacting, her intimate parts still dry. She concentrated harder on the kiss she had longed for, letting Lel run his hands under her chitan, unclipping the gold that held it together until it fell away from her body. She stood, naked before him, and he was more than appreciative. She could see his cock poking upwards, the pants barely able to contain his largeness.

Ilona let him lay her back upon the grassy ground, running his hands over her body. He moved his mouth back over hers, appreciating the kiss, passionately eating at her mouth as if he had been waiting for this day as long as she had. His hands moved up her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing. He massaged the sides, tickling around her nipples but not quite touching them, waiting for them to harden. Still her body felt nothing, did nothing. She tried harder, pushing her body into his, running her leg between his. He let out a groan so she would know how much he was enjoying every moment of this.

Lel’s hands moved further down her body, reaching between her legs and finding her pussy. He moved his finger inside of her and moaned again. “You are so wet,” he told her, and all she felt was friction and dryness. How could he think she was wet? All she felt was pain from his finger moving inside of her. He swirled it a few more times, but he seemed satisfied with her need and began undressing himself.

“Lel,” Ilona hesitated. “Maybe tonight isn’t right.”

“Are you kidding me?” Lel asked in an almost hysterical voice. His fingers pushed back into Ilona and wiggled about inside of her. All she felt was pain, all he felt were slippery silk walls waiting for him to fill her. “You want this, Ilona, just as much as I do. You and I have been waiting for this, for this particular spot, for this particular night, since we found out this is where our parents conceived both of us, at totally different times.”

That was it! That had to be where her hesitation lay. This was the spot of her conception, and Lel’s, four years apart. Her parents never had any other children except for the two they conceived in this very spot. Her fear had to be subconscious, that somehow she would become pregnant! She could not afford to be pregnant now, she was too much the star of the show.

“Lel,” she begged, “what if I become pregnant? We can’t have that,” she joked, trying to ignore that he was doing his best to spread her legs apart as she struggled to crawl away. She turned onto her stomach and used her fingers to grip the grass and pull herself away, even as he fell to his knees and gripped her hips, moving her closer as she tried to move further.

“That was just a coincidence,” he told her. “Don’t let our parents and their mistakes ruin a good moment for us.”

The hard head of his cock was rubbing her opening now and she was not even close to ready. Nanaia’s violet eyes flashed in Ilona’s mind, disapproving eyes. Eyes that told Ilona that God would never approve this union, much less what would become if it happened. Nanaia, Nanaia. No, Ilona could not imagine eyes so clearly if they were not real. She was in the Maze, this was all just a trick. Was that even really her brother behind her, slipping inside of her?

In her momentary lapse of reality she had given up her struggles, took struck on the reality of illusion. In the very moment she realized this was still the maze Lel slipped inside of her and filled her completely with himself and she screamed out in pain. She did not care how many times he told her how wet she was, she was dryer than the desert in the winter. The friction he pushed through was an ease to him, he barely noticed the roughness of her body, and all she could feel was pain. There was no pleasure in this, a night she had looked forward to taking pleasure in almost all of her life.

Lel’s cock grew harder inside of her as he gripped his sister’s hips and pushed inside of her harder. Her knees went weak, her body trembling, and she slid to the ground and allowed him to take advantage of her body. Harder, harder, he pushed into her, faster, harder, and continually slamming into her, groaning with his pleasure at taking the innocence of his sister who had lost all struggle. This was not how tonight was supposed to be, this was not what she had wanted of this very special occasion. No, this was not real; she would not allow it to be real.

“Ilona,” he gasped. He wrapped his hand in his sister’s hair and pulled her head back so she would straighten, her body sitting up, her back leaning against his chest as he continued to maneuver in and out of her. “Tell me you love me,” he begged of her, biting into her neck. “Tell me there is only me.”

It was then that Ilona felt real again. Her body suddenly burst into reaction with a speed and suddenness that shook her. The friction was gone, the hurt disappeared as her own wetness began to drip down her legs lubricating what had been dry just a moment before. “Tell me,” he begged again, his voice hoarse, his body glistening with the same sweat that dripped off of her. One hand clung to her hair, the other he had wrapped around her breast and now played with the nipples that had refused him earlier but now grew erect and ready, aching to be teased. The feel of him sliding in and out of her had her shuddering and shivering and she was crying out on every slip or slide. She could hardly form words, much less the words to tell him how much she truly did love him.

“Tell me,” he begged of her, his breath tickling over her ear. “Tell me…” Still the same rhythm between her legs, her legs spread just enough for him to move with ease, the both of them agile enough from years of dancing to be comfortable and enjoy the position.

“I love you, Lel!” she finally cried out, her thighs trembling as she cried out and her orgasm rode her like a wave. His quickly followed, emptying into her, his hands gripping her tight enough to squeeze her against him and knock the wind out of her. She did not care. She enjoyed the feeling of the two of them dripping over one another, her body limp with the spent desire.

Ilona fell to the ground exhausted and Lel fell down to the ground beside her, running his fingers up her thigh and trailing in the semen and cum that both of them had left behind. Ilona shivered as a cold breeze hit her sweat covered body, her nipples still at attention to his very touch.

“Ilona,” Lel breathed into her ear, “you are fabulous. Tomorrow night we’ll come back here and try again.”

Ilona just nodded, smiling to herself. Take that Maze! she screamed in her head. This was proving that this was a true reality. If it was false maze would not allow her to be so happy, to be so content. The maze would be doing what it could to destroy her absolute bliss, basking in the glow of love and love making, her brother’s hands already moving back up her body and cupping her breasts, massaging them as he pulled her closer. Ilona moaned and leaned back into him, ready to let him take her again.

Reality shattered around her, quite easily. The roar heard above the trees was deafening, and all too familiar to Ilona. She and Lel sat up in the grass, Ilona’s eyes darting to the skies. She saw a shadowed figure flying overhead; she knew that figure from any distance.

“Is that a… dragon?” Lel asked, standing up and glancing upward. “What would a dragon be doing out towards the woods?”

“Lel, sit down,” Ilona begged, gripping his hand and pulling him towards the grass. “Please, just don’t let it notice us.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ilona,” he snapped at her. “That size of a monster can not come into the wooded area and get us.”

He could not have been more wrong.

The dragon from above landed heavily on a tree above them, his taloned claws coming down and striking at them. Lel moved agilely out of the way, leaving Ilona behind. Ilona was gripped in those talons and lifted into the air away from Lel and the woods. She screamed out for her brother, who made a show of throwing sticks at the dragon that held her captive in his talons. The dragon, less than pleased with the man who stood naked and unarmed but for a stick below him, reached down with an enormous back paw and simply stepped upon Lel. Ilona heard the disgusting crushing and wet noise below, even without seeing it. She knew that her brother was dead simply in that one act by the dragon.

Ilona sobbing violently in his claws, into the air the green and blue dragon lifted his victim into and flew away from the fallen figure of her lover.