Three Wishes

“Kherr, are we almost to the next town? I’m starving.” Kherrlayla looked to the little dragon and laughed. Ziazan huffed quietly and his female companion rubbed the top of his head. “We should be seeing the town any second now.” The sun was setting behind the companions when they reached the next town. The streets were empty as vendors packed up their stands and prepared to head home for the night. Kherr strolled along the main roads in hopes of finding a suitable inn for the night. Each time she thought she had found one, Ziazan would peek out from under her hood with his opinion. “This one’s to plain.” Or “This one smells musty.” Getting a bit frustrated Kherrlayla turned to a rather ritzy inn that she knew Ziazan had been looking at from the start. It was called the Dragon’s Den, and as the name implied it looked like you needed nothing less than a dragon’s hoard just to spend the night. Cutely the bronze wyrmling poked his head out and nonchalantly spoke. “I suppose this will do.” Kherr sighed; there was no use in fighting him. But what the little dragon didn’t know was she was paying or the room with some of his treasure.

Once inside Kherr headed for the front desk in search of the innkeeper. “May I help you?” The voice came from a short silver haired woman wearing more jewels than she had room for on her stubby fingers. “I’m looking for a room for the night.” The woman smiled. “Brahm, we have a beautiful young guest here. Won’t you see to it that she gets to her room without trouble?” A young man with shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes nodded and headed over to the desk. The woman turned her attention to Kherr. “So how will you be paying tonight?” Kherrlayla could tell the woman was looking for as much money as possible and also knew Ziazan wasn’t paying much attention. A grand smile crossed her face as she spoke. “I would like one of your finest rooms, and I will be paying in platinum.” Ziazan’s head snapped up at the last word but he knew better than to say anything out loud so he quietly grumbled to himself. The woman seemed overjoyed as Kherr took out a satchel of treasure and removed 2 platinum pieces. “Will this be enough for our room as well as meals and bathing expenses?” The older woman nodded enthusiastically and handed Kherr the key to the inn’s best suite. Just then the blonde man arrived at the lobby. “You needed my assistance?” The old woman nodded. “Take our esteemed guest to the dragon’s loft upstairs, and make sure she’s comfortable.” The man nodded. “And make sure she’s not troubled by those hooligans during her stay.” The innkeeper disappeared into her office as Kherrlayla’s escort grabbed her pack. “My name is Brahm; it’s a pleasure to have you stay here.” Kherr blushed slightly. “Thank you for your trouble, I’m Kherrlayla.” The 2 headed upstairs to her room, but not before they had to cut through the tavern. It was quite a sight to behold. There seemed to be some sort of celebration going on in one corner. A large group of rowdy young men were enjoying what appeared to be large amounts of fine liquors and bawdy wenches alike. Kherrlayla decided this must have been why the innkeeper requested Brahm to escort her to her room.

“Here we are the dragon’s loft.” Brahm opened the heavy mahogany door and handed Kherr the key. “Thank you very much. I hope it wasn’t much trouble…” Kherrlayla was cut off as the blonde man’s crystal blue eyes captured her emerald gaze and he took her hand, gently kissing it. “No trouble at all m’lady. Enjoy your stay.” And with that he closed the door and returned to his previous duties. Ziazan jumped down from Kherr’s shoulders and gawked in amazement of the room laid out before him. The little dragon could hardly contain himself. “Kherr wow, look at this!” Dashing about the suite he looked to be nothing but a yellow-orange blur. Kherrlayla just stood leaning against the door star struck. Ziazan accidentally ran too close to her and tripped on Kherr’s foot, sending him somersaulting into a wall. “Oops, sorry Kherr. Kherr?” It wasn’t like Kherrlayla to get so caught up in trivial things like men or romance, however it seemed she had somewhat of a child-like crush on her bellboy. “Earth to Kherrlayla?” Ziazan had jumped back onto his companion’s shoulders and was wagging his tail inches from her face. Snapped back to her senses Kherr smiled. “So, is the room to your liking?” The bronze wyrmling was positively beaming. “It’s perfect!” Now that she had returned to full consciousness Kherrlayla took a moment to survey the room. It was a luxury all on its own, everything she or Ziazan needed could be found in the room. The bed was huge and dressed with the finest silks and had a dozen or so matching throw pillows. There was a small sitting room where a bouquet of wild roses and a basket of fresh fruit sat on the center table. And best of all was the washroom just off of the master bedroom. There was a large marble tub with a hot water pump for bathing purposes; there weren’t many places you could find such things. Ziazan hopped up onto the bed and burrowed impishly into the pillows, Kherrlayla giggled. While Ziazan was busy amusing himself Kherr got to work making sure the little guy would be comfortable for the night. Seeing as he did pay for the room she figured it would be a nice gesture to fill up the bath for him and let him splash around in there then place his hoard next to it for when he was ready for bed. Once these tasks were done she sat down on the bed next to her little friend. “What do you say to a little soak in the tub while I go down and get us some food?” Ziazan’s eyes lit up. Being a bronze dragon his love for water was strong and he couldn’t remember the last time her was able to just sit and soak himself. “I don’t know when I will be back, but I made sure everything you needed was all set in the washroom. I’ll make sure to return with something good though.” Ziazan nodded and gingerly trotted into ‘his’ room for the night.

Kherrlayla had freshened up and changed out of her armor and into her everyday wear. A single shoulder black leather jerkin that ties in the front with low rise bottoms of a softer black leather and her typical black ankle boots. She casually made her way down the grand staircase and headed in the direction of the inn’s tavern. The scent of the restaurant’s delicacies and the bar’s exotic alcohol blended together deliciously as they drifted down the hall. Upon entering the room Kherrlayla noticed the party that was going on earlier had grown significantly. What had started in the corner of the bar now encompassed at least half of the room. Kherr made sure to stay away from the crowd of hormonal men and found a nice quiet table on the opposite end of the restaurant. “Let’s see, Ziazan would probably enjoy some sort of fish…” “Why hello again Kherrlayla.” Kherr looked up to find her blonde escort from earlier standing over her. “Brahm, it’s nice to see you again.” She could feel herself beginning to blush and glanced down towards the table. Brahm chuckled. “I can’t help but notice you’re down here by yourself. Would you like some company? It must be kind of lonely without your little friend with you.” Caught off guard Kherrlayla looked to Brahm in both surprise and curiosity. He smiled and took a seat across the table from Kherr. “I saw his head peek out as I was leaving.” Kherrlayla half chuckled. “I’m sorry if it was supposed to be a secret.” “No, it’s fine. It’s just I wasn’t aware anyone had noticed…” Kherrlayla watched as Brahm brought his hand up to her face and brushed a few of her stray bangs behind her ear. “It’s hard to notice something like that when one’s attention is glued to a beautiful face such as yours, it doesn’t surprise me that no one noticed him.” Kherr couldn’t help but blush at the compliment and as she did Brahm cupped his hands over hers. “Why don’t we grab a bite to eat then join in the festivities?” “I really need to get back to Ziazan, he must be famished…” Brahm looked deep into Kherr’s alluring emerald eyes and gently smiled. “How about this, we have some dinner and run a meal up to your little pal and then come join in the fun.” Kherrlayla could feel her heart racing with excitement, but she’d be damned before she appeared too eager. “Sure, I’d like that.”

Walking up the stairs Kherr was glad she had listened to her companion’s advice on the inn. “Thank you for dinner, it was wonderful.” Brahm just turned to her and smiled. “You’re very welcome.” It had been a while since Kherr was able to act so freely and just enjoy herself. She hoped that her thanks in the form of fine food would be enough for Ziazan. Brahm and Kherrlayla quietly entered her suite carrying the tray of goodies. The little dragon’s head quickly perked up as he smelled his dinner and he dashed out into the room’s living area. He noticed Brahm standing by Kherr as he set the various dishes down for him. “No worries Ziazan, Brahm is a friend.” That was a good enough explanation for him; the wyrmling watched as each cover was lifted off the dishes and began to salivate. “What a spread! Kherr, you’ve really out done yourself!” There was a plate of fresh fish filets prepared with various herbs, steamed oysters, and as a special treat Kherr placed a few diamonds and pearls in a small dish for dessert. He ran over to Kherr, jumped up to her shoulders and gently nuzzled her cheek. Kherrlayla grinned and ran her hand under her friend’s chin, gently stroking it; Ziazan cooed and purred as she did. Finally he decided he could wait no longer to eat and jumped down to the floor. “Thank you Kherrlayla.” “No thanks necessary enjoy your meal and I will be back later.” Ziazan looked up momentarily and nodded. Brahm then opened the door and the both of them slipped outside into the hallway, locking the door behind them.

When they had returned to the tavern nearly the entire room was filled with the party goers. It seemed every man had a drink in one hand and some aspect of a woman’s in the other. “Come this way Kherr, the bar is over here.” Brahm grabbed Kherr and helped steer her safely through the crowd. The 2 had found themselves at the very corner where the party had originated. “Can I help you miss?” The bartender was a large man with long brown hair and light brown eyes. “A glass of your finest wine please.” The bartender grabbed a chalice and poured the heavenly smelling liquid. “Make that 2.” Brahm added as he handed Kherr her drink. “A girl after my own heart, there’s nothing finer than a glass of wine…” Kherr smiled and as she was about to take her first sip she was shoved by a rather large woman behind her. Brahm quickly caught Kherr and her chalice before it spilled all over her. “Thanks Brahm.” Kherr dusted herself off and took back her chalice. “I wonder what her problem is…” The woman had pushed past Kherr and was headed towards the gentleman in the corner. He was a very handsome man with rich black hair and striking blue eyes. He was surrounded by a harem of the most gorgeous women and in each of his hands were tankards of mead which he drank in vigor. “Oh Lord Olidammara!” The large woman cried out. Immediately Kherr’s eyes narrowed as the woman’s sentence caught her attention. She found herself also headed for the man in the corner. “Oh gracious Olidammara, please help me!” The man placed his drinks on a nearby table and folded his hands in his lap. “Yes, what is it you want woman?” Kherr squeezed in next to the woman and Brahm wasn’t far behind her. “My dear Lord, my son is ill and it is said he will die if not for a miracle to happen.” Olidammara spoke. “What is it you wish of me, I can not just go around performing miracles on a whim? Even Gods have their limits.” He then waved his hand dismissing the woman. Kherr didn’t know what to think of what had just happened, but she decided to follow the woman and ask her a few questions. “Kherr where are you going?” Brahm grabbed her arm. “I’ll be right back, don’t worry about me.” Kherr made her way out of the tavern and spotted the woman sitting, sobbing on a bench in the lobby. “I’m sorry about what happened in there, miss…” The woman looked up and blew her nose. “My name is Deanna, Deanna Bogart…” Kherrlayla interrupted. “Deanna Bogart as in Deanna Bogart the Lyricist?” Deanna nodded. “What a pleasure it is to meet you I love your music, especially Maxen’s musical talent as a minstrel.” Deanna wiped her eyes. “I’m so sorry to disappoint a fan, but my son is far too sick to play anymore. That’s why I came here in the first place.” It was her son Maxen’s life she had come to plead for. Deanna began to sob once more. Kherrlayla sat down beside her and put her arm around the poor woman. “Why exactly is it that you came here? If you don’t mind my asking?” After a moment of collecting herself and sniffling Deanna brought herself to answer. “I heard from a group of traveling Bards that the Dragon’s Den was a favored hangout of Olidammara’s. And with him being our God and the inspiration and topic of our music I felt it would be in good faith to ask him to spare my son’s life.” Kherr knitted her brows. “So that man in there is supposed to be Olidammara…” Deanna nodded. “I’m sorry Miss Bogart but I must be going. I wish the best for you and your son.”

Kherrlayla was filled with anger and a sense of rage as she hastily made her way back to the tavern. She pushed her way through the crowd until she was directly in front of the man calling himself Olidammara. “Hey you, Olidammara. I wish to have a word with you.” The man was busy with one of his harem girls at the moment and Kherr grew impatient. She grabbed a roll off the counter of the bar and managed to hit the man in the side of the face. “Who dare pelt the great Olidammara with bread?” Kherrlayla stepped forward, by now the festivities and music had stopped and all eyes were on her. Brahm heard the commotion and moved to Kherr’s side. “What are you doing?” She looked into Brahm’s deep blue eyes and sighed. “I had a wonderful time tonight and I fear I am about to ruin our evening. Thank you so much for everything Brahm.” She kissed the blonde man’s cheek and turned to the man in the corner. “It was I who threw the roll sir, but it was not Lord Olidammara I pelted.” The crowd gasped, many began whispering of the retribution Kherr would receive for such behavior. “Young lady how dare you show a God such disrespect?” Kherrlayla smirked. “I would never in my life show my Lord Olidammara even an OUNCE of disrespect. It’s like I said earlier, you are no such God.” The man nervously flinched and his eyes scanned the room for any others who may feel the same about his identity. “M’lady have you any proof that I am not these people’s God?” Kherr smiled at the question. “Perhaps you are their God, but you are not mine.” With that Kherr undid her belt and revealed to the entire crowd her most proud sign of her faith. On her right hip she bore the very symbol of her God, the mask of Olidammara. “I have followed Lord Olidammara for as long as I can remember and feel that if I were ever to meet him in person he would be nothing like you.” Chatter amongst the crowd began again. “What, what do you mean? On what do you base any of your logic?” Kherrlayla stepped atop the imposter’s table and grabbed his tankards only to empty them over his head as she made her point. “Well for one thing it is said that Olidammara is a drinker of fine wine over all other liquors. And for another he is a vagabond and master of disguise. Why on earth would he descend from the heavens just to flaunt his money and tell every traveler he comes across that he is indeed the great God Olidammara.” Many of the people listening seemed to have a change of heart, their expressions fading from drunken joy to anger at their deception. “You can not tell me or any other God how we choose to act! Sometimes it is nice to be worshipped openly.” “Is that so, especially by those who sing and dance in your name right?” The man nodded, feeling as though he was still somehow in the game. “If that’s true wouldn’t you do anything for those people if they were in your need? Like say for example the fabled Deanna Bogart the Lyricist came to you begging you for a miracle to spare the life of her son Maxen the Minstrel, would you have given her one?” The imposter stood up and placed himself eye level with Kherr. “Without a second thought. Deanna and Maxen Bogart are my closest followers and I would grant them whatever they wished done so they could continue to spread word of my greatness in song. But when it comes to commoners seeking miracles I must decline.” Kherrlayla began to laugh out loud, grabbing her stomach as she did. The crowd as well as the fake Olidammara seemed rather confused.

Finally Kherr righted herself and wiped the corner of her eyes. “What was so funny?” The imposter sneered. “Oh nothing, just the fact that the true Lord Olidammara would have had the foresight to know that the woman before him was indeed the Deanna Bogart the Lyricist begging for a miracle to save her son Maxen.” “You, you’re lying!” As if planned Deanna burst into the tavern singing her fabled tunes of Olidammara and everyone knew that what Kherrlayla had said was the truth. The people parted as Deanna made her way to Kherr. Upon arriving in front of the man she believed was her God who had forsaken her she stopped her singing and took Kherr’s hands. “My good people! The words she speaks are the truth. As this man stood here eating your offerings and drinking your mead my son lay home dying. While he tried to convince you all he was your God and you doubted this courageous woman true miracles were occurring. The first being that the true Lord Olidammara came to my family and cured my son. The second being the miraculous finding of a follower so devoted, so faithful as to summon the bravery to go up against an entire crowd of people to denounce their so-called deity in front of them.” Deanna turned to Kherrlayla. “And for all that I wish to thank you.” The crowd shuffled, ashamed at how they allowed someone to trick them so easily; ashamed they knew so little of their said God to believe this man could have been him. Many of the men banned together and decided to run the imposter out of town. “Come on lass, I think it would be best if we were getting out of here.” Deanna grabbed Kherr by the arm and whisked her out of the tavern before things got ugly. “My room is just up these steps.” Kherrlayla said as she and Deanna rounded the corner of the hall away from the war zone that was the tavern. At her door Kherr received a gracious hug from Deanna and another heart felt thank you. “It was my pleasure Miss Bogart. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I hadn’t stuck up for our faith.” The older woman’s dimples appeared along with a bright smile. “I hope you can continue showing such faith, I know that having witnessed yours, mine has been renewed as has my son’s.” Kherr then remembered what Deanna had said about Olidammara curing her son and had to ask. “Deanna? Is it true Olidammara came to you? That you saw his true face?” A twinkle came to Deanna’s eye as she answered. “Aye Kherr, he did present himself to us and blessed my son with many more years of health ahead of him.” Her curiosity was boiling over; she just had to know what the true face of her God looked like. “What, what did he look like?” Deanna sighed and smiled, before turning to walk away she left Kherr with these words… “My dear child, you have seen the true face of Lord Olidammara whether you know it or not. And if or rather when you see him again, you will know.”

Ever since she had returned to her room Kherrlayla sat cross legged on her bed holding one of her pillows. The ruckus from downstairs had subsided and all was quiet in the inn. Ziazan was already fast asleep on his hoard, judging by the amount of food he had consumed Kherr assumed he had eaten himself into a coma. There was nothing left for her to do but to try and get some sleep as well, a daunting task that night. Kherr knew she had done the right thing by proving that imposter was a false prophet. But it didn’t ease the feeling that she had caused such an uproar afterwards. She sat awake thinking about the worst that could have happened until she heard a knock at the door. Sluggishly she crawled out of bed and cautiously opened the door. To her surprise she found Brahm standing there with a 4-leaf clover in hand. “It’s a gift from the Bogarts. Maxen wanted you to have it for everything you did for his family.” Shyly Kherr looked to the clover and took the token, then without taking her eyes of off it she spoke. “Thank you Brahm for bringing it here. It means a lot to me.” Brahm leaned against the door frame. “Is something wrong Kherr?” She shook her head. “I’m just sorry I ruined everyone’s evenings, that’s all…” Brahm gave a halfhearted laugh. “I think that opening their eyes to what was going on may have put a damper on their evening, but the knowledge you instilled in them will brighten the rest of their days. And besides…” He cupped Kherr’s chin in his hand and brought her gaze to meet his. “You didn’t ruin my night.” Kherrlayla felt her knees grow weak as she found herself swooning, and falling. “Oop, careful now.” Brahm said as he caught her and lifted her up in his arms. “So, are you going to invite me in?” Both of them laughed at the situation and headed inside, locking the door as they went in.

Brahm set Kherr down on the bed and sat down beside her. “You know Kherr I’m glad you did what you did back there, I’m sure Olidammara is proud to have a follower as loyal and faithful as you.” Kherrlayla looked out a nearby window into the heavens and smiled. “What else could I be to the only being who ever cared for me, or saw my life as being worth something?” Brahm offered no verbal response though her wrapped his arm around Kherr and pulled her in close. It wasn’t often that Kherrlayla allowed herself to be put in these situations, but there was something about tonight, something about Brahm that she was willing to take her chances with him. She snuggled into his embrace and sighed contentedly. Just then a cry was heard from the washroom, Kherr got up as fast as she could to make sure Ziazan was ok. When she got to the door she realized he was still asleep and was probably in the middle of dream. Brahm walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around Kherr’s waist. “What shall we do about your little friend?” A smirk crept across Kherr’s face as she closed the door. “There’s nothing to worry about, Ziazan sleeps like a rock.” Amused with her response Brahm offered Kherr a playful kiss on the cheek. Kherr giggled as she felt the warmth rushing to her cheeks. Brahm offered his own short laugh as he turned Kherr, in his embrace, to face him. His deep sapphire eyes met her bright emerald ones and the 2 fell into a brief yet passionate kiss. After the kiss was broken Kherr felt herself once again begin to swoon. And in the pale moonlight she could almost swear in the shadows that she saw Brahm’s face shift to that of Olidammara’s mask. However before she could be sure Brahm brought her in for another kiss and as he did he grabbed both of Kherr’s legs, wrapped them around his waist, and carried her back to the master bedroom. Once over the bed Brahm gently lay Kherr down though he remained hovering over her not knowing where she drew the line. Kherr reached her arms up and around the unsuspecting Brahm’s neck and pulled him on top of her. As far as Brahm saw it, from that point on there were no limits.

It didn’t take either of the 2 long to loose their clothing and when they did the real fun began; their lust for each other was already strong and now steadily growing. Brahm began planting kisses down Kherr’s jaw line and neck, moving further downward to her chest. The soft moans of her pleas as he did this only enraged his lust for her even more. His skin was burning with desire as he lowered his mouth just over her nipple. Kherr’s cries filled the room, growing louder and more frantic. She was arching her back to meet his mouth, but Brahm’s hands holding her wrists down limited her movements. Her cries became too much for him to bear. He lowered his lips to her hard nipple, and began running his tongue in circles around it. Kherr’s cries ceased as her breath was caught in her throat. The soft sound of Brahm’s sucking filled the room. His control was weakening as was hers. He slowly bit down on her soft flesh, making her back arch and breath hitch, becoming a gasp. She began to writhe under him as he tugged harder on her nipple. She lowered her body down to the bed and began to try and wiggle her body downward so they would be face to face. The only problem was Brahm’s positioning. His body, straddling her, limited her movements to mere bumps against his manhood. “Please.” Kherr called out softly to him as she threw her head back and began to plead with him. “Brahm please. Give me more” she cried out. Kherr was growing tight and wet with a passion she had never known before; her body craved his as a dying rose craves water. She could hold on no longer. “Please!” She cried out once more and this time rather loudly. Her cries for him only gave Brahm all the more reason and pleasure to plan what he would do next.

Brahm slowly let loose Kherr’s hands, trusting that she would present herself all the better. She reached her hands to his back and in one swift movement, raised herself, tight and wanting, and thrust him deep within her body. Her cries were loud and rang beautifully in his ears. He felt her tighten around his shaft as he arched his back into her movements. Her body, now wrapped around the glorious manhood of her lover, tightened giving way to the overwhelming feeling of her first orgasm. Kherr’s body writhed and her voice broke out in moans and screams of pleasure. The feelings she felt were beyond anything she had ever imagined. The feel of him inside her was a growing warmth she wished to never lose. Her body, now tighter, arched and glistening under him. She soon began to shake with a feverish fire; her skin was hot, yet the sweat on her body cooled it to an almost icy feel. Her cries lowered in volume and her body began to loosen around him. Kherr’s eyes fluttered as Brahm lowered his mouth to her ear. “This is just the beginning.” He whispered softly, his breath hot against her ear. Her body tightened once more with anticipation. Brahm lifted his face from hers and slowly began to withdraw himself from her glistening depths. Her body jerked and writhed in his absence. Her hands tightened on his back, leaving crescent moon shapes with her fingernails. The imprints began to swell with blood as she removed her fingernails from his skin. Kherr traced lines up and down his back, whilst he slowly and gently removed himself, inch by wonderful inch. Brahm pulled out until only the throbbing tip of his manhood rested within her folds. His body, now laying only inches within her, began to shake with a fiery want that would put the flames of hell to shame. He watched as her eyes fluttered open, showing her desire for his love and heat. The look in her eyes plainly said she wanted him, but above all else, that she loved him. The look was just enough to push him over the edge into the wild, animalistic, almost dangerous side of sex. But Brahm would not allow this to hurt Kherr. She was his love for the night. And although Kherrlayla didn’t know it the years were many between them. And he would love her all the more just by being with her this night.

Brahm’s arms began to shake, quivering under him from the desire he held for Kherr. His sapphire eyes held the fire that his blood was boiling with. He watched her face; her emerald eyes in particular as he began to, ever so slowly, lower himself into her folds once more. Her eyes began to flutter, her body tightening again as she let out an almost inaudible moan. He was only a fraction of the way there when his desire flooded every sense he had. He lost all control and buried himself quickly within her body. His moans filled the room, melding with her screams, half in pleasure, and half in pain. Brahm had a moment to realize he was hurting her, her frail human body. Her screams became moans but softened quickly. “I’m sorry…” He said as Kherr’s moans died down only long enough for her to hear him speak. “I didn't mean to hurt you.” But the words that came next from her lips shocked him. “Don't stop.” She cried softly. “Please, don't ever stop…” Brahm couldn't believe that this woman, the small frail girl he fell in love with all those years ago while watching her grow could be so sure that this was what she wanted. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked, but it was too late. Kherr thrust herself up to him and pushed even more of him into her delicate body. She let out a moan of pleasure mixed with a scream of pain. His body responded without his consent, driving himself farther into her petite frame. With his head thrown back in his own pleasure, he let loose all control he held onto. Brahm drove her body to the floor, pushing himself deeper into her, stretching her wide and deepening her body so that he may place all of himself within her folds. A rather painful experience for Kherr though she was blinded by pure pleasure. Soon Brahm found a rhythm and began to free his body, inch at a time, to the promise of the orgasm that would come soon enough. Once more Kherr’s cries of pleasure filled the room as her body continued to tighten around him. Her body writhing and twisting under his, giving way to the soft moans that began to fall from his mouth, growing in volume as his rhythm became faster and more frantic. Kherr’s body soon gave way to the rush that would grow into her climax. Her body to the point of pain, her vision began to fog as she was left breathless for a moment. Then all at once the fog cleared and her head was thrown back in a mind numbing, earth shattering orgasm. Kherr’s screams gave way to Brahm’s climax as his moans mixed with hers and the room became a bright light of pleasure. His body pumped into hers as he filled her with his essence. His let out a final cry and fell to his elbows on top of his lover, his loyal servant.

Brahm’s body glistened with sweat as he slowly brought his mouth to Kherr’s neck gently kissing it before nuzzling into it and bringing in the soft smell of her body. She smiled against his skin as her heart began to return to its normal rhythm. Brahm’s heart beat against her chest, he slowly began to lift his body off of hers, so as not to crush her delicate frame. But Kherr would not let his skin leave hers. The feel of his body against hers was too much to give up at that moment. She needed his touch, the feel and heat of his skin next to hers. He understood, for he did not remove himself from with in her folds either. Finally a compromise was reached and the 2 rolled to the side. Brahm watched Kherr’s chest rise and fall with each tired breath, his hand made its way to her cheek and gently began to stroke the soft skin. Kherr managed to open her eyes; though her vision was still a bit blurred she gazed lovingly at Brahm’s expression. Just then, it happened again, Brahm’s face shifted to the mask of Olidammara. She knew it mustn’t have been a trick of the light to have it happen twice. Brahm noticed Kherr’s quick expression change. “What’s wrong Kherrlayla? Are you alright?” Thoughts from earlier in the day flooded Kherr’s mind. Everything that had happened, meeting Brahm, what had happened in the tavern, the Bogarts… “The Bogarts!” She cried as she reached for the 4-leaf clover on the bedside table. “What about the Bogarts?” Brahm asked, thoroughly confused by the situation. It was in that moment she remembered what Deanna had told her. “My dear child, you have seen the true face of Lord Olidammara whether you know it or not. And if or rather when you see him again, you will know.” Kherrlayla turned to Brahm and brought the clover in between their faces. “Brahm, how did you get this?” Sapphire eyes met emerald eyes. “I told you, Maxen gave it to me.” “How did you know where he was? Or that he needed you to give me something?” Brahm took in a deep breath and smiled. “I guess the only way to have known such things would be if I were…” They finished the last of the sentence in unison. “…A God…”

“That, that means you must be…” Brahm sat up and waved his hand over his face, the mask of Olidammara replacing his beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. “That’s right, I am Olidammara.” Kherrlayla couldn’t believe her eyes, all this time she was being courted by a God, by her own deity none the less. Olidammara waved his hand over his face once more and it returned to the face Kherr had fallen in love with. “I don’t understand Lord Olidammara, why would you allow something like this to happen?” The celestial chuckled. “Let what exactly happen?” Kherr wasn’t sure where to begin. “I suppose the whole situation with the man who claimed to be you.” Olidammara smiled. “I came to this town in hopes of healing Maxen. Then I discovered the imposter and was planning on doing away with him after. But before I could accomplish either of my goals I noticed you of all people stroll into the lobby and I lost sight of what I was here to do.” Kherr wrinkled her nose in confusion. “What do you mean? Why would my being here have had anything to do with your plans?” Olidammara manifested a small crystal ball and looked deep within its recesses. “You see Kherr, as Gods it is our job to watch all those who live on the material plane. Each God is responsible for those who choose to become their followers. We are forever watching over each of our followers, from the day they swear their allegiance to us, until the day they die. You were no different… except for the fact that I found your case unique. I decided to watch you a bit closer than others, and as I watched you grow into the beautiful and dedicated rogue warrioress you are now I had all that time to fall in love with you…” Kherrlayla was speechless, she had spent her entire life fighting for her faith and God when internally she never truly knew if he existed and now she found herself sitting next to him, naked no less, telling her he loved her. The deity could see that his beloved follower was confused and probably a bit hurt by all that she had seen and heard. “I didn’t mean to lie to you Kherr…” Before he could finish the rest of his statement Kherrlayla kissed Olidammara’s cheek. “I knew there was something different about you, when I first met you as Brahm I mean. There was something between us that felt as if we had known each other for years. I suppose in a way, a rather awkward and unbelievable though still possible way that I can understand everything that has happened.” Both beings laughed at the comment and without words agreed that some things were just better left unexplained. After a moment or so of silence Kherr started to readjust her pillows and re-settle into bed. Olidammara looked on not knowing what he should do at this point, that was until Kherr pulled him down next to her. With an innocent smile and a tone full of mock seriousness she spoke. “We made love, had a bit of pillow talk, and now you think you’re done here? God or not you are still bound by bedroom law to spend the night and cuddle.” Olidammara broke out in thunderous laughter, soon followed by Kherr. “You’re right, it would be rude of me to leave you all alone now; however come morning I can not make any promises that I will still be here.” Kherr nodded as she snuggled against her God, her lover and laid her head upon his chest. She began to slowly fade into a deep sleep. His body kept her warm as she tried fighting off the sleep but ultimately gave in. However right before she did she felt his kiss upon her forehead and the soft sound of his words. “I will always be with you Kherrlayla, watching over you always. I love you…”

The next day Kherr was awakened by the sound of Ziazan throwing a temper tantrum at the foot of her bed. “What in the world is wrong with you?” She screamed half asleep half surprised. Ziazan waltzed right up to Kherr and sat down next to her, his face inches away from hers. “I woke up this morning locked in a bathroom, wasn’t able to get out until I finally managed to break down the door 6 hours later, and all that time I went without eating, and I am currently starving!” The little dragon had to stop and catch his breath. Kherr yawned and scratched her head in attempts of getting rid of some of her bed head. “Is that all? Why didn’t you eat some of your hoard to tide you over?” Ziazan stared at her in disbelief. “With the way you spend our money? Someone in our party needs to know how to manage their money!” Kherr’s eyes narrowed. “You’re the one who wanted to stay in an inn that cost at least 100 gold pieces for one of it’s regular rooms alone!” An evil glint shone in Ziazan’s eyes as he stuck his tongue out at her. “It seems you didn’t mind your stay here.” Just then grabbed Kherr’s bra and panties and ran away with them all the while screaming “You may have been begging for something last night, but it sure wasn’t you begging to leave!” Kherrlayla could feel the vein in her forehead beginning to throb. “Ziazan! I am going to KILL you!” The little dragon wasn’t paying enough attention to where he was going and crashed into the leg of the nightstand. Kherr watched as a piece of paper fell to the floor from the force that Ziazan had hit the table. She reached down and felt around the floor until she found the parchment. It was fine reed paper folded and sealed shut with the wax stamp of Olidammara’s mask. As Ziazan was still reeling form his blow Kherr read the solid gold script… “I wish we had been able to spend more time together, I wish I could have told you more, and I wish there was some way for us to be together forever… These are my wishes. I know it isn’t much to wake up to but I leave with you this ring. The ring itself is a very special wondrous item, each of its’ stones holds a power equivalent to my own. It won’t be able to grant my wishes, however it may be able to grant some of yours. Use its’ power wisely as there are only 3 stones; 3 wishes. We will meet again at a later time. I love you Kherrlayla, and I am always watching. With love, Olidammara.” About halfway through her reading Ziazan managed to snap out of his dizziness and righted himself. Shaking his head he noticed something shiny under the bed, it was a beautiful silver ring holding 2 black pearls and a single white one in the middle. Ziazan licked lips; he was still famished from his lack of breakfast. Just as he picked up the ring he noticed Kherr searching for something by the bedside table. “Ziazan, you didn’t happen to see anything else fall from the nightstand did you?” The little dragon shook his head. “Hmm?” Kherr turned her attention to her wyrmling friend; it wasn’t like him to not verbally answer. “Ziazan…? Wait a second! What do you have in your mouth?” Ziazan panicked and shook his head. “Give it here, now! Ziazan don’t…” It was too late. “Swallow it…”

Kherrlayla was furious, she spent the entire rest of her time packing not speaking to Ziazan. As they were ready to leave Ziazan finally spoke up. “Well how was I supposed to know it was a gift from a God? No where on it did I read this product is a gift from God. I mean sheesh cut me some slack!” Kherr took a moment to take a deep breath before starting her rant. “Sometimes you just have to deal with the fact that not all treasure was placed on this earth for your consumption. No matter what kind of trinket I own you have tried to eat it at least once! Nothing is sacred or off the menu unless I am wearing it.” The wyrmling hung his head. “Sometimes I wish you were old enough to know better than to do things like this…” No sooner than she said it, it happened. The little wyrmling she knew and reared for 5 years had become a nearly full grown adult bronze dragon. Kherr fell to her knees in disbelief. Trembling and thinking she may have gone insane she whispered “Oh my God… my baby’s just grown 11 feet in standing height and gained 25,000 pounds…” Ziazan managed to break through the roof of the inn and remain completely oblivious to the fact that his body just aged about 300 years. “Hey Kherr!” Slowly she looked up where the noise was coming from. “Yes?” She screamed. “There’s a guy down there selling barbequed boar. Can we get some on are way out?” Kherr didn’t answer. Ziazan craned his nearly 15 foot neck down to where his friend was sitting. “I mean I know you’re still mad at me and all, but can we?” Kherrlayla just barely managed a nod when Ziazan attempted to nuzzle her with a rostrum that was as big as she was tall. Just then Ziazan hiccupped and out popped the ring. “Hey look, I found the ring you were looking for! Problem solved! Now can we go?” Kherrlayla just grabbed the ring and placed it on her left ring finger. “Sure, problem solved alright… Yes we should go now, but here’s an idea. Instead of you riding on my shoulders, from now on I ride on yours ok?” Ziazan laughed. “But you’d crush me.” Kherrlayla held her head in her hands and thought to herself “fantastic… he may look to be in his 300’s but mentally he’s still an 8 year old…”