3 Fall, 515 AV
4th Bell, Early Morning
The Sea of Grass
One day’s ride from Endrykas
4th Bell, Early Morning
The Sea of Grass
One day’s ride from Endrykas
Dreams, but like none he had ever had before; dark, deadly, and full of hopelessness. His foot twitched, his fingers curled, and a thick layer of sweat painted the horse lord's chest and brow. When he awoke with a gasp, he sat up to find that his right leg was dead and his breathing came in short, shallow breaths. Belkaia stirred and rose from sleep like a spring flower, lifting her head elegantly in search of Syna's light, "what time is it?" She muttered, rubbing the sleep from her eyes to find that it was still pitch black outside the four man tent, "Drav?" She cooed; realising her husband was already awake.
Dravite sat in silence, bringing his heartrate back its natural tempo. Belkaia reached up to brush her hand over the man's back and felt the sweat that had gathered between his shoulder blades, slowly pool and run down the length of his back, "Are you all right?" The woman sat up carefully and pushed the man's dreaded hair back from his face, "do you have a fever?"
"I'm fine," he finally spoke in a whisper, mindful of the others who were still sleeping soundly."
"Bad dreams?" Belkaia inquired and thought she saw the man nod his head in the darkness, "do you need some fresh air?"
He lay back down against the furs and wrapped an arm under Belkaia, "every night since we got on the road I've had these dreams and when I wake up, my leg is numb, or dead, or both," he explained.
"Dreams about the Zith?"
"The one that bit me," he admitted.
Belkaia moved to rub the man's right calf muscle, "do you feel this?"
"Yes," Dravited smiled in the dark.
She pinched each of his toes playfully, "and this?"
The horse lord chuckled half-heartedly, "yes."
Belkaia was still for a moment as she stared across at her husband, "what about..."
The man closed his eyes as he felt Belkaia's hand draw up the length of his leg to the thigh where she turned the tips of her fingers against his flesh and raked them across the sensitive skin just below his hip. The content little sound that left the man's lips assured Belkaia that he did indeed feel that too and as she drew her hand beneath the light summer blanket that covered him, she took the man's length in hand and bowed to arouse his senses with the tip of her tongue.
"It looks like everything still works," she teased.
Dravite couldn't help but smirk, "come here."
She crawled on all fours to get close enough to press her nose to his before straddling him, hitching up her loose nightdress, "why?" She whispered over his lips.
The horse lord growled lowly, drawing his hand up the back of Belkaia's leg to squeeze her backside before parking his hand against the small of her back, "kiss me," he smiled.
"No," she returned before her husband lifted his head to silence her with a kiss.
.
.
.