Oasis

Do you ever click the 'edit chapter' button instead of the 'add chapter' button and watch your life flash before your eyes? Like.. why does it delete everything.. why.. I had to rewrite.. so much.. Anyway.. This is a buffer chapter. Sometimes you need buffer chapters. That's life. I'm pretty excited for the next one though, which should be up tuesday. (i also though I uploaded this yesterday.. don't drink, kids.) I'm also working on adding concept art to my art blog, but I've decided to redo it, because I've improved since I last drew them and.. well. 

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We entered the cabin in relative silence, save the quiet clamor of our footsteps against the wood. Seral flopped himself onto my bed with a grunt as I shuffled to the chest to stow my map away safely, not wanting to think about it anymore. The heated exchange outside had thrown me off, and the idea of the map had soon become taxing. It seemed to not take much anymore, that is, to make me feel off. I suppose that was normal.

 I closed the lid of the chest quietly without so much a second glance, and stood to light the lantern by the bedside when Seral’s voice interrupted me. 

“Leave it off,” He mumbled from under his arm, which was thrown over his eyes, “the moon is full-- it is bright enough on it’s own.” 

I looked at the window, noticing for the first time the way the pale light from outside was spilling in. It casted an ethereal shadow across the floor of the cabin, reaching to the opposing wall, like white fingers searching for something to grab. I let the lantern slip from my fingers, instead walking to stand in front of the window and observe the world from inside. The tree line seemed painted under light, and I could see the branches swaying in a cool breeze. Everything seemed at peace. 

Even the crickets, usually a cacophony hard to ignore, were still in their leaven beds. It was as if I was looking at a painted scene.



 I let out a low sigh, feeling worn, and closed my eyes. 

 

When warm hands found their way over my shoulders, brushing up my neck, I hardly startled. I let my eyes stay closed, and leant back to the touch as Seral danced his fingers lazily over my skin. He set tiny fires under the pads of his fingers, and I felt my face grow warm from the contact of his touch. 

“Do you think Pyre will actually leave?” I mumbled, fluttering my eyes open to stare outside again. My eyelids felt rather heavy, though I wasn’t sure if it was from weariness, or from Seral’s cascading hands, lulling my senses.



Seral hummed, and his chest vibrated against my back, a pleasant thrum of sensation. 

 

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” He said quietly, dipping his fingers into my hair to comb through the strands, 



“Though I would hope not.” 

I closed my eyes again and sighed, content with his affection. He had a way about him that I could describe aptly, even if I tried, I think. There was no way to describe the way he smelled, or the way his hands felt against my skin, or the sound of his voice behind me as he murmured. I couldn't describe how utterly different he made me feel from anyone else. He was worm and safe, and made me feel whole, and there was no despair when I was with him. 

“I think she will,” I whispered shakily, pulling my thoughts away from Seral and back to Pyre. There was something about her words— the desperation in her voice. And the fierceness. I could see how utterly she craved freedom. I don’t think living her life, until she was as old a maiden as Mariel, would ever get rid of that fire. 

She was untamable. 

Myself, on the other hand.. Perhaps I’d be better off giving my map to someone who could use it. But I couldn’t do that to Mariel. She had entrusted it with me. 

“Let’s not think of it,” Seral murmured, pressing his lips to my neck. I shivered at the contact, and decided he was right. I no longer found the topic of Pyre as interesting as his mouth. 

He placed chaste, needy kisses along my neck, working his way up.

“Shall we come away from the window?” He asked, breath hitting warmly against the shell of my ear. I nodded dumbly, following him as he pulled me gently towards the bed. My heart thudded loudly, filling the silence, and I wondered if Seral could hear it. His hands never left me, and when the back of his knees bumped the side of the bed, he sat on it and pulled me on top of him. 

I blushed, embarrassed, and couldn’t help but wriggle a bit on his lap. 

“Should we.. be doing this?” I asked hesitantly as Seral’s hands found their way to the small of my back, hiking up my clothes. He buried his head into my shoulder, humming. I couldn’t help but shudder. “You’re.. hurt, and..” 

“Tal,” Seral murmured quietly, he lifted his head to look me in the eyes. He really was so handsome. It knocked the wind out of me every time. I had to resist the urge to break eye contact and duck my head away, bashful. “Do you want me to stop?” 

I blinked at him, considering his words. If I said no, that would be it. His warm hands and lips would disappear, and I would miss their touch. He would obey my whim, but.. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to feel him again. The memory of Aren’s body on mine was not the one I wished to feel any longer. It was an aftertaste my body hadn't stopped being effected from.  

I shook my head, and he sighed, cupping my face. “If you don’t ever.. want this,” He whispered, “Tell me so.” 

I nodded slowly as he circled his thumbs over my cheeks. Distantly, I wondered if he could feel how hot they were. Could he see the redness in this dark room? Could he tell his effect on me? I'm sure he could guess it.

Seral brought his lips to mine, and I sunk into the kiss readily, chasing his mouth with my own. When his tongue slipped past my teeth, I greeted it eagerly, relieved at how wonderful he felt in comparison to.. Well, it didn't matter. He gripped the back of my neck as the kiss deepened, until I was gasping around his open mouth, no longer able to keep up with his movements. His own breath was coming out in pants, and he pulled us further onto the bed. 

“You feel so good, Tal,” he whispered. My ears burned as I blushed, and I nodded my head. He felt good, too. I didn’t trust my mouth enough to be able to say the words I wanted, but I nodded, all the same. I could taste the metallic left-overs of blood, most likely from the split in his lip, but it did little to deter me. 

“I want to try something, if you’re willing,” Seral said after a moment, breaking our kiss again. His hands roamed over my the fullness of my bottom. I nodded, too stupefied with arousal to question him. 

He pushed me off of him gently and lifted my clothes over my head slowly, watching my expression. The coolness of the room nipped at my skin, and the exposure made me want to shrink into myself. Noticing my nervousness, Seral grabbed my hands and placed them on the hem of his shirt. 

“Will you help me?” He asked, and if possible, my face burned hotter. I swallowed, though my mouth was dry, and helped him peel his shirt off. His skin was damp with sweat, and the way his tan muscles flexed as he began to undo his pants honestly made me feel a bit lightheaded. 

I watched the pants as they slipped down his hips, exposing more tan skin, the trails of hair,and protuberence of hip bones, My throat tightened as his member finally sprung free, fully erect, and glistening at the tip from excitement. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his groin, although the embarrassment and anticipation was enough to make me shake.

He chuckled, a sound that seemed to vibrate through every inch of my skin, and reach a hand up to brush against my cheek.

“Don’t look so baffled,” He murmured, looking me over as well. His eyes traced along my torso, slowly, and swept down to my own throbbing arousal, where it lingered. 

“Here, you have to.. turn around,” He said distractedly, and I did as instructed. He pulled my hips back towards him, so I was straddling him, facing the opposite direction, with my face directly, well, directly on top of his.. 

“Ah,” I breathed out as his hands groped me, “Seral? Like this?” 

“Yeah,” he said in a shaky breath, kneading his fingers into my hips. I gasped a bit, craning my neck to look back at him. “Just like that.” 

A second later he was yanking my hips back with surprising force to meet his mouth. I yelped, surprised, as his tongue found its way in-between the mounds of my ass. 

“Seral!” I squeaked, arching into his touch. He hummed against me, the vibrations sending sparks through my vision. Damn, that felt so— good— 

The sucking noises of his mouth as he kissed and licked were perfectly lewd, and I was grateful he was unable to see the heat plastered across my face-- and the way I had been unable to keep my eyes open in pleasure. I let my head droop, eyes fluttering as he dug his tongue into me without hesitation. 



"S-Seral," I gasped, clutching onto him as he worked his tongue into me. I blinked hard, and realized I was face to face with his cock, and did the only thing I thought to do. 



I took it in my shaking hands, which received a shuddering inhale from the Seral, and hovered my mouth over it. I licked my lips, nervously, before squeezing my eyes shut and bringing my lips around the head of his prick. Almost immediately, his hips bucked forward, and I groaned as the intensity of his actions increased. 



I lapped at him clumsily, dragging my tongue of the tip and down the sides. He groaned into me, and I gasped open mouthed around his cock before I could take him in again, too distracted by the sensation to keep going. He seemed to find the discovery agreeable, and moaned against me again the moment I had sealed my lips around him. 



I sputtered, whipping my head back to look at him, "S-Seral, I can't.. if you do that." 



He smiled at me mischievously before burying his face into my ass again, grabbing my hips and pulling them towards him with a muffled, "At least try." 



I moaned, startled myself, as he lapped his tongue against me in deliberately slow strokes. I could feel myself leaking, probably dripping onto his chest, and bucked my hips a bit. 



"Try," he mumbled again, and I complied, closing my eyes. His shaft was already slick from before, and I grabbed it in my hand as I took him in my mouth, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of his mouth working lewdly against-- somewhere I never imagined a mouth should go. It was for naught, in truth, and I gasped and panted around him uselessly.



"Tal," he whispered, pulling his mouth away. "Tal." 



I groaned in response, feeling rather unattended to once his tongue had vanished. There wasn't much time to dwell on it, for soon a finger, easily wet from his exertions, was brushing against my hole curiously. I glanced back at him, curling my toes in anticipation, and he slipped the digit inside with a low sigh, his grip on my hip with the other hand becoming almost uncomfortable. 



I pushed back into him, unconcerned with my unabashed behavior, and grated my hips into him in pleasure. 



"You're eager," He mumbled distractedly, curling his finger inside slowly with a thrust. I gasped, finding composure both elusive and overrated. In this dark room, with nothing but the light from the moon for light, I couldn't find shame. I could only focus on the feeling of Seral behind me as he worked my body into a fit of burning sensation, and a pleasure so wonderful I could barely keep my eyes open. 



When the second finger entered, I had less warning, and clenched around him distinctly, whining a bit under my breath. He stilled his movements, stroking his hand on my side encouragingly. 



"Relax, Tal," he cooed gently, his voice a mixed in with arousal. I nodded my head, though I knew it wasn't likely he could see me, and let him work his fingers deeper inside of me with slow, deliberate thrusts. He murmured encouragingly things as I whined and gasped on top of him, each push of his finger reaching further than the last. 



And then there was a third finger being pushed inside slowly, and I groaned and shuddered, pushing back to meet his thrusting hand. 



"You're leaking onto me," Seral whispered in awe, his pace building in speed and force. I tried to elicit and apology, but the words were strangled from my throat in the sound of a gasp. 



"Damn," He said hoarsely, pulling his fingers out. I whined, and turned to look at him from under hooded eyes.



"Why-- why did you stop?" I asked, peering over my shoulder at him. 



He shook his head, toussling his hair with the movement, and murmured, "I can't wait any longer, turn around." 



I sighed, gathering myself, or attempting to, and turned around to that I was straddling him, this time in the proper direct. He grabbed my face immediately, bringing my mouth to his, and kissed me deeply as soon as I had stopped moving. 



I moaned against his mouth, vaguely aware of his hand stroking down my thigh. 



"Tal," He whispered against my lips, nudging my legs open. He had his hand wrapped around his length, positioned directly below me. I caught the hint, and inhaled deeply, lowering myself onto him. His tip prodded at my entrance, and I bit my lower lip nervously as he speared through the ring of muscle. 



Seral groaned under his breathed, placing his hands on my hips to steady my body as I lowered myself onto him. The sensation was an electric mix of pain and pleasure, both invasive and leaving me feeling wanton. My breathing was coming out in harsh rasps, and our chests were slick with sweat, pressed to each other as I lowered myself fully onto his length. He was still under me, except for the roaming of his hands and encouraging whispers, and allowed me time to relax around his girth. 



I buried my head into the crook of his neck, my face burning from the spread of blush, and after a moment  raised myself off of him-- and then back down, slowly, carefully. He groaned a bit, making my heart go wild. I wanted to hear that again-- I repeated that action, quicker, more deliberate. 



He gasped, wrapping his arms around me, "Tal, you feel so good." 



My stomach dropped from his words, and I mumbled, "You.. feel good in me." 



His grip around me tightened, and his hips bucked up impatiently, making me gasp. I met his faster pace, sitting as he thrust upwards, until the sweat was rolling down our temples and we were clutching each other and gasping out unintelligible words. I could feel his movements becoming more chaotic, and he pulled me down onto him with more force, hitting that hot spot inside of me that made my vision funny and my breathing hitch. I could feel his cock as it thrust into me, pushing me over the edge, until I couldn't keep my head up any longer. 



Seral took control, and pushed me onto my back in a fluid motion, so that he was on top and I-- all of a sudden-- was being pressed into the bed. I groaned and dug my nails into his back as he pounded forward, until it was too much for me to bear. 



"Seral!" I cried out, tightening around his cock as I came. He groaned in excitement, his own thrusting becoming erratic as he found release inside of me. I could feel him twitching as he came, and I whined in pleasure and squeezed myself around him.



"Tal, holy.. shit," He mumbled, giving a few shallow thrusts as he finished. I didn't realize how desperately he was clinging to me until he lifted himself to stare down at me, a sloppy smile plastered across his face. He laughed a bit, sounding a bit embarrassed, "I'm sorry I pinned you like that." 



"Ah?" I asked, tilting my head. The after glow of our romp made me feel warm, and I smiled at him, "I'm sorry I.." I looked down at his chest and blushed, "I didn't mean to do that.. on you." 



He laughed, and got up from on top of me (which was rather disappointing, to be honest), and made his way to the chest across the room to fetch a rag to wipe himself off. I shifted on the bed and winced, a bit sore, when Seral reappeared a moment later. 



He smiled down at me, and my heart fluttered in my chest. He was too handsome. It was almost bothersome. 



"May I?" He asked, moving to get next to me in the bed before I could respond. I sighed, content, and joined him underneath the blankets. 



For once, I felt no semblance of shame. In the quiet of the night, I felt at peace, and the weariness I felt was not the dark, brooding type I had become used to. Seral wrapped an arm around me, and pulled me close to him. I'm sure if I was a kitten, I would have purred, but I settled on nuzzling into him. 



"You seem different," Seral murmured, "More relaxed."



"I am," I mumbled against him, "I am rather relaxed. Perhaps it is the quiet, or because you're here-- I'm not sure." 



I could feel his heart in his chest, a happy tune, and he chuckled. I enjoyed the sound. 



"Seral," I said, lifting my head to look up at him. He looked down at me sleepily, and I traced the outline of his face. The bruises were there, a terrible reminder of where we actually were. "Do you think this is foolish? Or dangerous? What we're doing.." 



He scrunched his nose in thought, and then nodded his head, "Dangerous, perhaps." 



"Then do you think.." 



"Are you happy?" He interrupted softly, his features pricked in concern. "Is this.. what we're doing. Does it bring you happiness?" 



I let my head fall against his chest, listening to his heart, and nodded. 



"Yes," I addmitted, "It does." 



"Then I don't mind the danger." 



I wanted to scoff, as kind as his words were to me. "You're no knight, or mercenary, Seral. You shouldn't rush to danger so eagerly." 



He shook his head, "I don't. I knew from the start is was dangerous. The first day I met you, I knew what I was doing was dangerous. I could have let you run through the forest, ignored it-- but I followed you." 



I could feel the creeping reminder of nervousness, and tried to push it away. The night was too peaceful to remember what fear was like. Or dread. Of course he knew it was dangerous. He wore the evidence of what it meant to be close to me-- on suspicion alone he had been beaten. Master Aren knew not of our relationship, but.. If he knew--



I swallowed, curling myself into Seral as much as I could. 



If Master Aren knew of our intimacy, I was sure Seral would be killed. Could I risk that? Could I allow myself to be the variable of life or death for him? I looked up at him, gazing at his resting features. His eyelashes fanned out over his cheeks, and his mouth was slightly parted as his breathing deepened. He looks unconcerned, I thought, almost amused. It was dubious the idea of death didn't cross his mind, but he didn't seem to mind at all. He had fallen asleep almost as soon as he had finished his sentence. 



I lay my head down again, feeling sleep beginning to crawl in behind my eyelids. 



Sometimes you needed to risk it. 



​****

I stood in front of Seral, except it didn't look exactly like Seral. Instead of his usual laborious attire, he wore Master Aren's noble garments. There was a glittered crown atop his head, and he pulled his robe back to reveal the seathed hilt of a sword. I stared up at him, terrified, as his expression shifted into one of anger. 

"What do you think you were doing?" He snapped, raising a hand that would surely find it's mark across my cheek. Before contact could be made, a pale hand shot out and stilled the action.

Master Aren gripped his wrist angrily, and threw it to the side. He wore Seral's usual clothes-- the clothes he wore everyday. Simple slave clothing. I swallowed hard, and reeled backwards in panic, falling onto my backside. 

Aren stood in front of me protectively, his arms casted out in defense. "Don't harm him," he warned, his voice icy. Seral let out a scoff.

"Harm him?" He sneered, moving to unseathe his sword. It glittered under the light, giving it a delicate appearance. I shook in terror, staring at him wide eyed. "How dare you lie in the bed of my thrall!" 

"He lies with you only as a slave," Aren spat, unmoving, "But he lies with me freely!" 

"Enough! You know the punishment for this defilement," He took a step forward, his eyes like fire. 

"Wait!" I cried, clutching onto the pant leg of Aren, "D-Dont kill Aren! It was me! It was my fault, Master, I'm sorr--" 

Both their gazes flickered from each other, to my face. Aren's expression was dismayed, and I could see the sorrow in his eyes. Seral's was filled with contempt. 

"Kill Aren?" He sneered, his voice seemed foggy. Different. "Tal, I don't think you understand." 

He took another step forward, and Aren whipped his attention back to the other, gaurding my body with his own. Seral's voice cut through the air, piercing me to the floor as if it were an arrow. 

"You are the one who has betrayed me, Tal. You are the one who has disobeyed my command," He said, voice curling in rage, "And it is you who will be dealt the punishment." 

I stared at him as he surged forward, knocking Aren to the ground with the hilt of his sword. He closed the distance between us in seconds, his sword raising into the air, shining, before it came crashing down over me--

*** 

I lurched forward off of the bed, sweat dripping down my forehead. Seral's voice, murky with weariness, cut through the beating of my heart. 

"Tal?" He murmured, reaching his hand over the covers to try and find my body. "Are you alright?" 

I shivered, "I.. I had a bad dream." My body shook, remembering the terror I had felt. It felt so vivid. So real. Seral's hand found my arm and pulled me down, so that I was resting on top of his chest. He wrapped his arms around me. 

"You're shaking," He murmured sleepily, keeping me close. 

"Indeed," I croaked, as tears slipped out of my eyes. I sobbed into his chest, too afraid to explain what I had seen. 

"Tal," he said in concern, stroking his hands over me. "It was only a dream, love, only a dream. Be still. I'm here. " 

He held me close as I cried, until at last my throat closed up and I had nothing else to give. He kept his arms around me, a protective barrier against our bodies and the rest of the world. Slowly, I relaxed in his arms, feeling my body becoming languid with weariness. I could feel Seral drift back into sleep as his hold on me loosened, and his breathing evened out into deep breathes. I listened to his heart, the rise and fall of his chest, and closed my eyes. 

"He's going to kill me," I whispered sadly. Sleep rolled in, a dark wave, and before I could fight it, I was carried away. I could still hear those words, though, echoing through my head. I could see the glint of the sword as it came crashing down on top of me. 

He's going to kill me.