Chapter 4 – Cheyenne66 has written this chapter, Mirishka has just done the sex scenes.

Conan sat bolt upright in bed, bathed in sweat, heart pounding wildly in his chest. The woman next to him stirred and spoke "Conan, who is Amarisa?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You just said her name"

"What!"

"You heard me, you just said her name. In fact you said her name at the end of our lovemaking when you released your seed into my body."

"Go back to sleep" Her bedmate said in a low voice. "You are imagining things."

"She must be very special to you. I envy her. Conan you are a powerful lover but not always tender. I understand that is just your way. You are a warrior. However, you caress her name when it passes over your lips. Tell me; is the great Conan in love?"

Conan stood up and moved toward the window. "I will not speak of this further woman, go back to sleep."

The woman got up and gathered up her clothes. "I am going to find a man who is interested in making love to me, not a phantom."

He sat down on the bed. "Go then." She closed the door behind her. Conan ran his hands through his long, dark hair and lay down. His thoughts turned to the beautiful healer who saved his life two and a half years ago. She was a warm and willing lover and he thought of her often. He had many dreams about her. He had succeeded in fulfilling the promise he made. To rid the world of Khalar Zym and avenge the murders of his father and Amarisa's husband. He had the first dream shortly after he accomplished his task. The dream was very vivid. Amarisa was lying on her bed, in great pain, calling his name over and over again. He knew his son had been born. I should have been there. He wanted to return to her but battle after battle got in his way. He rubbed his hands over his face trying to clear his mind but nothing helped. He wanted to see her. He had to see her. He settled down to sleep and would decide what to do in the morning.

The next morning after a fitful night's sleep Conan sat in the "Sea Serpent" a tavern frequented by pirates and soldiers of fortune. He met up with Gilles an old friend from his pirate days. "I am worried about you my large friend. Tell me what is troubling you." Conan related the whole story about Amarisa. How they met and then parted. Gilles listened intently to Conan, took a few draws from his pipe before speaking, "I see the torment burning like a fire in your eyes. Why don't you go see this woman?" Conan looked over his pint of ale. "I don't want to go back to find she has taken a husband or lover." Gilles shook his head "You haven't denied yourself the pleasures of women since you left her. Why does she have to abstain?" Conan glared at his friend "Amarisa is different from any woman I have ever known. I think I would kill anyone who would keep me from her. And she has given birth to my son. I don't want another man raising my child." Gilles said "Conan you must settle this one way or another. It is distracting you so much that I fear a lesser opponent may find his mark with a sword and kill you. I am too cheap to buy the fabric to shroud that big body of yours. Knowing is better than not knowing. Go back and get your answers Conan. Maybe then you will find some peace," Conan nodded "I have to see her again and I want to know my son." Gilles smiled at Conan "Then I suggest you try and get some rest before you start your journey. As haggard as you look, you will scare the poor woman to death." Gilles ducked as Conan threw his glass of ale at him. He watched Conan leave and thought… If the woman is still available when Conan returns I wonder if he will be able to leave her a second time? He is weary of battle so it might the best thing for him to stay and see if he can find some peace & comfort with this woman who has won his heart. But then again Conan never stays in one place for very long

Amarisa seated herself on the long bench in front of her house. She positioned her feet on the bench, arms hugging her legs & rested her chin on her knees. She was enjoying the morning sunshine & watching her son playing in the yard. Connor was engrossed in a game of dragon slaying. Godrick had fashioned him a sword from wood & the boy was sparring with a small tree. He was squealing with delight.

"Momma, watch me!" he yelled.

"I see you Baby! You chase away all those bad old Dragons."

"I will Momma. I will!"

He is just like his Father. Just as quick & agile as a pouncing lion. He has skills that will serve him well when he is a grown man. Amarisa sighed at the thought.

Carla opens the front door and steps outside. "He is tall for a boy his age. When he is older we will have to buy more livestock & plant extra fields so we can keep him full. He already has a huge appetite. He ate a big breakfast this morning and I am sure he will lunch soon."

Amarisa didn't answer. She glanced up the road. She looked everyday. Always listening for the echo of horses hooves.

Carla looks at her "Amarisa what or who are you thinking about?"

"I think you know the answer to that question by now." Amarisa turns her attention back to her son. Carla sits down next to her "It has been almost three years since Conan left. He may not even be, you know."

Amarisa turns to look at Carla "He is alive. I know that for a fact. Conan is wrapped around my heart like the talons of an eagle. I feel almost everything that he experiences. I know when he laughs, when he is wounded. I even know when he takes another woman to his bed."

"Does he feel as strong a connection to you?'

"No. Mine stronger because I healed him. It took all my powers to restore his health. He was closer to death than I realized but he had strongest spirit I have ever encountered in all my years of healing. It was then that my soul became entwined with his. He senses some things. We shared the same dream the night I gave birth to Connor. He knows he has a son. Sometimes I wish I could break away from him. My heart aches when he is making love to another woman."

Amarisa heard the sound of hammering and looked toward the barn. Godrick & his good friend Cyrus were patching the roof. Cyrus waves at Amarisa and she waves back.

"Cyrus has asked Godrick if he could court you." Carla said. "Cyrus is the best catch in the valley. He would make you a good husband & Connor a good father. He is a handsome man, tall and well honed." Amarisa turned to look at her son. "Connor has a father."

"Amarisa, his father is not here. Conan is a warrior not a farmer." Let's say he does return. He would get bored if he stayed in one place to long. Not even your love, as strong as it is, would hold him here for long. I don't think even Connor could keep him here."

Amarisa turns to face Carla. "Conan will return. He said he would. I know that he keeps his promises. Connor is not destined to be a farmer either. His father's will lives in him. I see it more & more everyday. He will follow in his father's footsteps. Cyrus is a good man and he deserves a good wife. I am not that woman. Like it or not my heart is bound to another and there is nothing I can to change it nor do I wish to. I have to devote my time to raising Connor. I have told him everything I remember about Conan. Everything I have felt in the past three years. He knows that his father is strong and courageous and he knows as well as I do that Conan will return." Carla sighs and shakes her head "You are fooling yourself Amarisa."

"My heart tells me I am doing no such thing Carla. Connor and I will see Conan again. Let's go in the kitchen and make lunch. We have very three hungry men to feed." Carla went back into the house with Amarisa following. She turned to look down the road again. Carla is right about one thing. When Conan returns how long will he stay? Breaking my heart is one thing but breaking Connor's is another matter entirely.

The journey to Amarisa's home took Conan eight days. He stopped every night to eat and get some rest for himself & his horse. While on the road he wore a rut in his mind rehearsing what he would say to her.

What if she has a man in her life? What then? Will I be able to control myself & just ride away? Too many questions and no hope for answers until her saw her.

On the last day her farm came into sight. He went to complete the journey and thought better of it. He guided his horse into a clump of trees by the side of the road where he could observe the cottage without being seen. He heard a high-pitched voice and saw a small boy playing in the yard with a toy sword. He was pretending to spar with an unseen opponent.

The boy had coal black hair. "Crom, there is my son!" Conan felt a proud smile creep across his sun-bronzed face. Carla came to the door and called to the boy "Young man come in and have your lunch. You can play some more after your nap." The child turned & ran inside with Carla behind him.

"Where is Amarisa?" He had been waiting for almost an hour.

No sooner than the words left his lips than she appeared. She came from behind the house on a dapple-gray Arabian gelding. Conan was not prepared for his reaction at seeing her again. He felt as though the breath had been knocked out of his body. She was as beautiful as ever.

Carla comes out of the house with the boy in tow. She picks him up & Amarisa bends down to kiss him. "I will be in as soon as I put the horse away Carla." Carla nodded and took the child back in. Amarisa rides toward the barn and tall, muscular man steps out to greet her.

Conan's heart sank. She has found someone else. Why did I think otherwise? He wanted to go but couldn't leave his hiding place without being seen. I will leave when she goes in the barn. Heartache was a new experience to Conan where women were concerned. Out of all the women he had known, not one of them had this effect on him.

Suddenly Amarisa turned her head to the left and looks down the road in Conan's direction. She jerked back on the reins so hard the horse reared up in the air. Cyrus calls to Godrick who comes running from the barn.

"What is wrong Amarisa?" Godrick was puzzled by her behavior.

"He is near Godrick. I can feel his presence!"

"Whom are you talking about? Who is near?"

"Conan! He is close! I can feel him watching me!" With that she urges her horse into a dead run down the road. She is yelling for him. "Conan! Conan! Where are you?"

Conan guides his horse out of the trees and onto the road in front of her. She pulls her horse to a sudden stop & stares at him tears filling her eyes with joy at the sight of him. Conan struggles but maintains control of his emotions.

Godrick watches the scene from the road. 'Damn, it is Conan. I never thought he would come back."

Cyrus looks at Godrick, "Who is that? He looks like a warrior."

"Just an old friend. I will introduce you later. Let's get back to work."

"Is Amarisa safe with him?" Cyrus asks

"Very safe." Godrick answers

Amarisa knew immediately something was very wrong. Conan's eyes were cold and distant as he looked at her. She started to climb down from her horse, but Conan stops her. "Stay on your horse Woman. I need to speak to you."

"Conan what is wrong? I am so happy to see you. I knew this day would come!"

"Who is that man standing with Godrick?"

"His name is Cyrus. He lives on the next farm. He is a good friend of Godrick's. He is helping fix the barn roof."

"Is he your husband or lover?"

"What?"

"You heard me! Is he your husband? Is another man raising my son?"

"No! He is not my husband or lover and no other man is raising you son! Since we are on the subject you are not raising your son either!"

Amarisa started to shake with rage. "How dare you! You have been away almost three years! I know that your bed has not gone cold! Our hearts are as one! I have dreams every time you make love to a woman! All I can do is cry and wish it were I who feels your warm, hungry lips on my skin! The pain is so hard to bear and I feel so lonely when morning comes! I have prayed that all your journeys are safe and that you would return soon and this is how you treat me? Like I am a complete stranger! I am the Mother of your son! Maybe you should leave & never come back Conan! Connor and I will be just fine!" She was fighting angry tears. She did not want him to see her cry.

Conan looked at Amarisa in disbelief. Her thought her most tender of all the women he had ever met. Her anger excited him. He softened his eyes & looked at her. "His name is Connor? It is a strong name. I like it."

Amarisa tried to calm herself but her voice shook as she spoke "I wanted something close to your name. He looks just like you and has your spirit. Would you like to meet him before you go?"

Conan climbed down from his horse & came to Amarisa's side. He placed his hands on each side of her waist and lifted her off her horse. She struggled briefly but once he touched her all she wanted was to get lost in his strong embrace. As soon as her feet touched the ground Conan wrapped his arms around her and pressed her close. He buried his lips in her hair and kissed the top of her head. He sighed and spoke.

"Forgive me Amarisa. When I saw Godrick's friend I went crazy. I thought…. I felt…."

She pressed her fingers to his lips "It is forgotten Conan."

Conan smiled at her "I didn't know you could be such a little spitfire."

"There are a lot of things we don't know about each other Conan."

He let go of her and picked up the reins of their horses. "I think we should remedy that. After all we do have a child together. Come we need to spend some time together before I meet my son. I heard Carla say he was going to rest for awhile."

He led her off the road and back through the trees. They came to a clearing. She pointed to a grove of trees. "There is a pond & waterfall over there. It is the most beautiful place on the whole farm. I bring Connor here to play. He loves it."

He tied the horses to a tree and said "I have been on the road for eight days. I could stand a bath."

Amarisa smothered a smile imaging Conan naked. It was a sight her eyes were hungry to witness.

"You are covered with dirt from the trail and you have an odor about you. I doubt Carla will let you in the house." She fought to keep a straight face.

"I smell do I? Will you join me for a swim?"

No, I bathed this morning. I think I will just watch you." She looked down at the ground lest her face betray her thoughts.

"You think you are just going to watch?" A roguish smile came to his lips and his blue eyes flashed. Amarisa could see Connor when he entertaining mischief mirrored in Conan's face.

Conan was by her side in an instant sweeping her off her feet and into his arms. He started walking toward the pond. Amarisa began to protest.

"Conan what are you doing? You put me down this instant! Conan you wouldn't dare!"

"Oh yes Woman I dare." He glanced at the water to judge its depth and threw her into the pond.

Conan! Noooooooooo!

Carla stepped out of the house and called for Godrick. He came running from the barn.

"What is wrong wife?"

"Where is Amarisa? I just heard her scream."

"She is fine. By the way you will need to set another place at the table tonight."

"Why?"

"Conan is back."

"Conan! Where is he?"

"With Amarisa. I saw them walk through the woods toward the pond."

"Her voice came from that direction. I better make sure I have enough food. Conan will probably be very hungry."

For more than just food I'll wager. Godrick thought as he went back to the barn.

Amarisa comes to the top of the water sputtering like a wet cat. She swims over to where Conan is standing. He stretches out his arm and pulls her out of the water. She stood dripping wet and glares at him. Conan leaned back and laughs out loud. "You need to get out of those wet clothes." He tried to stop laughing without much success. Then his eyes raked over Amarisa. Her thin dress was plastered to her frame revealing every line and contour of her supple body. The cold water causes her nipples to become taut. The fabric clings to her enticing bottom like a second skin. Desire sweeps over him like an ocean wave and a low growl comes from deep in his throat and escapes his lips. He fells the heat of his erection and fights the urge to take her then and there. Why did I stay away so long?

Amarisa sees the yearning in Conan's eyes and used his distraction to her full advantage.

"And you need to get out of your dry ones!" She shoves Conan with all the strength she has. She catches him off balance and he tumbles into the water.

He swims to the water's surface and shakes the water from his hair. "My woman has the spirit of wildcat. It pleases me." He climbs out of the water and onto the pond's bank. Taking her in his arms he kisses her passionately.

"My spirit is a bit damp at the moment." She fingered the lacings on the front of her dress.

"Are you going to remove your dress or would you like me to do it for you?"

"No…. I will do it. I like my clothing to remain intact." Her thoughts drifted back to their heated coupling in the barn.

Conan smiled. He knew she was thinking about their first time together. He lets her go and sits down in the grass. "Now it is my turn to watch."

Amarisa blushed and felt very shy. She saw the hunger in his eyes but had not played the role of temptress in a very long time. She did want to look foolish or silly. She wanted to drive him to the brink of insanity and be the only woman able to satisfy his lust.

There was only one way to find out. Slowly she started to unlace the front of her dress. She stops with the realization that there is no graceful way to remove her boots. An idea flickers in her brain and she strolls over to where Conan is sitting.

"Pardon me Kind Sir, would you help me remove my boots?"

Conan smiles up at her. Amarisa is full of surprises today. This is quite unexpected.

She stretches her left leg out toward him resting her heel on the ground trying to keep her balance. Conan leans forward, put his left hand behind her knee and grasps her boot by the heel. It slides off easily despite being wet. He does the same with her right. He picks up her boots and set them by his side.

Amarisa turns and retreats a few paces back to her original place. She starts to turn to face Conan but freezes in her place. Her fear of being naked before his eyes overwhelms her. She has given birth and nursed a child. The sound of his voice brought her back to the moment.

"Amarisa are you still in need of my assistance?"

She shook her head "No Conan I…I'm fine."

If I am going to be his woman then I have to be as fierce & bold as a lioness and not act like a meek, frightened rabbit cowering in its warren. She squared her shoulders and turned to face him. Her soft gray eyes pierced his intense blue ones. She held his gaze as she tugged at the laces on her dress. She untied the bow and slid the dress down slowly over her hips letting it drop in a puddle about her feet. Her undergarments were made of the finest silk. She grasped her camisole at the bottom and pulled it over her head baring her breasts to his waiting eyes. They were round and firm, as white as milk. Droplets of water from her camisole dripped down the delicate curve of her breasts and off the tips of her hardened nipples. She strips the stockings from her long legs. She had never acted so wanton before and she was relishing the effect it was having on Conan. His control was slipping away. She bends at the waist and shakes the excess water from her long hair. She stands up and flips her hair over her back. All that was left was the garment covering the soft tuft of black hair between her thighs. The triangle of silk was tied on each side by delicate ribbons. She pulls at the ribbons and lets the undergarment float to the ground. She steps out of the pile of clothes, raises her arms over her head and stretches causing her breasts to set higher on her rib cage. Bringing her arms down to her side she starts walking toward Conan. He leans back on his elbows waiting for her next move wondering if she has noticed how aroused he has become. Amarisa glances to his left seeing his weapons lying in the grass. He must have removed them while her back was turned. Another cunning plan forms in her mind. She leans over Conan and comes within inches of his lips. While bending ever closer she reaches down with her right hand and picks up his knife. She stands up quickly, pointing the knife at him.

"Now it is your turn Barbarian, remove your clothing. Or would you like me to assist you in the same manner that you used on me that day in the barn?"

Conan stands up and smiles at Amarisa. All her efforts to enchant me are working. He unbuckles his belt and his vestments drop to the ground. He kicks his attire aside and waits. His need for her is evident and she could never forget how well endowed he is.

She bends down on one knee and lays the knife down. "Allow me to help you with you boots."

He places his hands on her shoulders as she unlaces and removes his boots. Glancing up at his face she teases the head of his shaft with her tongue while resting its length in her palm. He groans loudly wondering if his legs will support him. She tantalizes him a bit longer then picks up the knife and stands up. Pointing to the pond with the knife she gives him a sweet smile. "It is time for you to take that swim you spoke of earlier. You still smell."

Conan looks at her first with disbelief then roars with laughter. He takes the knife from her, grabs her by the hand and together they run to the water and dive in.

Standing waist deep in the pond Conan pulled Amarisa close. He held her tightly and examined her face. He had forgotten how beautiful she was, over the last three years his image of her had slightly faded. Seeing her now, still needing him with want and desire in her eyes, filled his heart with happiness.

Amarisa stared at her lover, water-drenched hair clung to his face and the reflecting droplets of water that adorned his chiseled jaw line glistened in the light. His perfect smile made her heart thump in her chest. Reaching her arms around his neck, moving her face closer, her mouth rested softly against his. Searching tongues fought to gain entry as their kiss became frantic almost instantly. Conan's vice-like grip around her waist pulled her closer, his stiffness pressed hard against her soft skin. He had not remained celibate while they had been apart, although his 'release' with other women came out of need rather than desire. But with Amarisa, he 'needed' her, he wanted to caress her body and never let her go. He had not realized just how much he had missed the feel of her skin against his…her soft lips and her warm body, eager to be wrapped around his.

Amarisa ground her hips against Conan's body, her need most urgent. She had not indulged in any pleasures since their last meeting. Through her dreams and visions, she experienced his feelings when he was with other women but there was only heartache in that, no pleasure for her. Her lips caressed his tongue as it delved into her mouth. Soft groans flowed freely from Conan. Moving a hand to her cheeks, he grabbed at her flesh, urging her on. Amarisa raised a leg and wrapped it around Conan's hips, as he lifted her to meet him. Like a second skin she clung to him… both legs were now wrapped around him…large hands cupping her… lifting her onto his length. There was no space between their bodies as his hardness pushed into her. Both Amarisa and Conan groaned in unison.

Amarisa's arms locked tightly around Conan's neck as she clung onto him. Their lovemaking was frantic, both of them needing each other equally. Mouths would lock together but as their breaths needed to release, they would separate as each of them groaned. Conan pushing deeper into the warmth of his lover, feeling her tightness caress his ache. His actions hastened. Feeling his release he tried to slow but it was no use, the feeling that overwhelmed his body traveled so fast he could not stop it. Crying out in pleasure he thrust deep and with purpose. Amarisa gasped and tried to catch her breath as her lover pulled her onto him in one last frantic action.

Conan loosened his hold and set Amarisa to stand in the water, his breathing slowed, as did hers, and together they waded over to the bank side.

They lay on Conan's cloak, holding each other while their bodies returned to normal, breaths becoming quieter and softer. Amarisa tucked herself snuggly under his strong arm, Conan teased his fingers over her side as they both lay silent.

After a few moments passed, Amarisa turned to face Conan "I have missed you so very much, everyday that passed where you ever in my thoughts".

Conan's arms squeezed tightly around the delicate frame that was nestled to him; moving his head to greet hers, he placed a delicate kiss to her mouth. He looked into her eyes and saw contentment. Smiling he replied "and you mine. I lay with other women but it was always your name I would cry out in pleasure. I have suffered many slaps to the face because of you Amarisa!" he joked.

"And you shall receive another if you do not satisfy my aching body presently" As she finished speaking she pulled his head to greet hers and kissed him hard. Without any further encouragement Conan pushed her onto her back, his kiss eager and firm. His hands covered her body, settling only for a few moments before searching again. Amarisa coiled her body against his, needing contact, needing to be closer than ever. Conan kissed his way down her neck, biting at her soft skin as he traveled. His hands brushed between her thighs, pausing momentarily…teasing her…before he let them finally rest at her breast. Squeezing her nipples he moved his mouth over the sensitive nub…replacing fingertips with a flicking tongue. Amarisa mewed beneath his touch…for many months she had wished for this. With every pass of more time her desire grew…forced to suffer Conan's pleasures in her dreams while he satisfied other women frustrated her. When she would wake, it would put her in a foul mood for the rest of the day…. but today… today he belonged to her.

His keen lips suckled on her nipple, causing her to moan softly. Already his erection was prominent, resting against her thigh. The playful deeds of Conan as he teased her body sent shivers through her spine. Conan moved lower, his body shifted position. As he reached his hand between her thighs, pushing her legs gently apart, he eased his body between them. His mouth roamed freely over her, nipping and suckling on her soft skin. Amarisa brought her hands up to her head. Running them through her hair, she relaxed under the warming sun as Conan's tongue found its way to her most tender parts. She writhed beneath him…sucking in air sharply as he teased her. His hard muscle pressed between her soft folds, drenched in her ardor, and played with her. Moving his hands to greet his mouth, his fingers searched for her tightness -delving deep into her warmth-causing her to gasp and moan.

Amarisa could not hold still or be quiet. Conan's probing fingers were pressing against her inner walls and driving her insane. Waves of rapture pulsed through her sex, her sensitive button hardened and her walls tightened. Crying out…her voice lost in the wide expanse of space…she sang Conan's name. Unable to control her body, back arching, hips thrusting against his mouth, she used him to fill her needs.

Conan didn't stop his teasing until he felt Amarisa's hands against his head, pushing him away. Her breathing was hard but began to ease. Conan ran his tongue up her body as he moved up to greet her face. His thighs pressed against hers…moving them apart further so that he may enter her wetness. He was hard and he needed to feel the warm of her body grasp his length.

Amarisa raised her head to watch Conan's face. His pleasure was apparent as he pressed into her. Soft groans echoed in his throat – he had missed his lover – only now had he realized how much. Amarisa touched her hands to his chest. His arms supported his massive frame as he tunneled his way deep inside. With his eyes closed tight…his breaths short and a soft grunt at each drive, his joy was evident. Amarisa also found it hard to refrain from voicing her pleasure. She mewed in unison with her warrior-as he pleasured her body.

Stretching his arm above Amarisa's head Conan leaned close to her, his wet hair fell forward and droplets doused Amarisa's face. He wanted to watch her…see the joy in her face as he made love to her. She stared into his eyes, her own were wide and her lips formed around the moans of delight that spilled from them. He was content. Amarisa raised her knees and pressed her heels his cheeks, urging him. Grinning he obey her wish and quickened his movements, causing Amarisa to pant at each jab. He pressed his hips down hard onto hers…grinding firmer and more deliberate with each act. Amarisa's soft groans became louder. Her hands clawed at his body, moving around his sides to his back, digging into his flesh. Jaws snapped shut …through gritted teeth Conan growled as her nails raked across his skin. Amarisa couldn't control her actions-she was almost there-her body shivered against the pummeling of the Cimmerian. "Conan!" she yelled between gasps for air. He threw back his head and motored hard against her body-his own release screaming from his mouth. Her name spilled out together with loud groans, and this time, she was there to hear it. With energetic passion that could not be matched, they took pleasure from each other's body. When they finally rested, only their soft whimpers were heard against the gentle breeze as it rustled the foliage around them.