Continuation of the last chapter. Hope you guys enjoy. Sorry its been a while, I was on holiday and wrote a one-shot instead. Check it out if you have time. Its a Bella/Jacob lemon. This chapter is rated M. (Revised)
Aline stepped outside and used a hand to block the sunlight from her eyes. She had not been prepared for the heat of this land and had a hard time sleeping at night; she usually wore her undergarments but had to last night remove even her socks. She had no issue with nudity, she sometime rather wondered why society required people wear so much. Of course in England during winter it was useful but even in summer? She had this morning gotten up just to fashion garments for her and her sister to wear. Amara didn't enjoy physical activity other than the kind which required two people and sometimes more but Aline was sure that any opportunity to acceptably wear anything less would be fine by her. Amara took to wearing colours such as ruby red, dark greens, blues and purples to accentuate her flawless skin and they all had the deepest and shortest cuts possible without causing public scandal. Although hoops and thick fabrics where hardly suitable for this weather, even for Aline who was usually very modest with her appearance.
Aline felt naturally more joyful though because the sunshine and nature made her very much at home and ever since their arrival she had been itching to begin plating her herbs and plants since the ground seemed so fertile. Lovely flowers and plants such as she had never seen before were scattered everywhere, her nature enticed her to begin discovering the no doubt spectacular attributes of each. Today she adorned her newly sewn dress made from a white bed sheet and she had simply platted her long hair down to one side, she strolled just a little ways behind her wooden house to a little field which she thought could erect a fence around. She carried in one hand a basket and in the other a pick-axe which she could use to dig into the soil to plant her various seeds. She wasn't concerned by getting the hem of her dress dirty, this wasn't England or Europe or anywhere that people would criticize how she looked or what she wore.
As she began hacking into the earth she found her gaze often drifting over to the trees and the stream that ran in front of it. The birds chirped perching on tree branches and on the edge of the tiles of the house, the sun glistened off her arms and her brow which became coated in sweat.
After some time Aline heard something break in the house behind her and straightened for a minute listening. She contemplated whether or not she should investigate. She knew chances were whatever had broken wasn't all that important since the things that mattered were packed away secretly but she dropped the axe to the dirt anyway and walked back in the direction of the house. She heard something else break and her sisterly instincts took over in concern for Amara so she dashed the remaining distance picking up her skirt.
She burst in through the door of the kitchen only to be greeted by a sight she gagged at. Amara was hoisted up against the passage wall her hair messily coming out of her bun, her lips apart, her eyes closed, the golden dress she had made for her held up by one of her hands. An unknown man supported her weight while on his knees, her legs on either of his shoulders while he buried his mouth into her womanhood. He looked to be a strong man. A sailor by the looks of it.
Amara had heard her sister's entry but did nothing as if her presence fazed her in no manner. She simply continued bucking her hips into the man's mouth and enjoying the ministrations of his tongue and lips, her head lolling in different directions while soft moans escaped her naturally ruby lips.
Aline looked away taking her usual approach to wait until her sister was done with the sailor, she moved around the kitchen and prepared some tea being almost immune to her sister's wild behaviour but a scowl formed on her features none the less.
Amara reached to the side with a free hand and grabbed a hold of the thick wooden door frame between the corridor and the kitchen as she felt her oncoming orgasm.
"Faster, more pressure." She ordered the man both suggestively and commandingly and as the man obeyed her pleasure intensified till she reached her climax, groaning, her body shuddering and her hips bucking after which her limbs began to relax.
She patted the man on the head like an obedient child and he simply let her down off him gently and then mechanically stood up being still, a grey glaze over his eyes.
Amara readjusted her dress and hair and sighed looking in appreciation at the young man again.
Aline's frown grew deeper as she glanced at the man's right hand seeing a dull gold band.
Amara turned and grinned at Aline as if she had not just received oral sex from a stranger in front of her. "Aline. You are dirty but do I love your dress."
"And you are filthy." Aline grimaced. "For goodness sake Amara, he's married!"
Amara shrugged "He doesn't even know it's happening and he won't remember it."
"I thought we agreed we were going to be more careful." Aline said picking up the pot of boiling water almost slamming it on the table.
"I am being more careful." Amara commented nonchalantly " I much prefer it when they are conscious, they are feistier by far."
"Ugh, repulsive, now send that man back to where he came from before someone notices his absence. " Aline scolded.
Amara who had taken a seat at their table in order to drink tea with her sister clicked her fingers and the man who had stayed frozen in the hall way turned away and moved towards the front door.
"Honestly Aline I don't know what it is you get by being so uptight. Your virginal barrier has to be breached at some point." Amara toyed.
Aline was not impressed. "Just because I have the power to do what I please does not give me the incentive to. I treasure my dignity and will not be driven to cave in to lusts of the flesh so easily."
"We will see about that." Amaras eyebrows rose inspecting her sister as she sipped from her tea cup.
"Besides Amara, I have quite gracefully tolerated your lack of decorum when it comes to fulfilling your desires but I do not wish to continue being confronted with it everywhere in the house. You have a room, for the love of the earth mother, used it."
Amara smiled sweetly "Oh alright, as you wish my love."
"Now if you don't mind, you can busy yourself by conjuring something to fix my porcelain vase and sculpture while I go outside and continue planting the herbs." Aline got up and left to go back outside the same way she came.
She wondered about her conversation with her sister. She had not to this point found a man intriguing enough to capture her affections but she did desire for it to happen. That was the reason she had chosen to not cast the infinity upon herself like Amara had, she dreamed of one day finding love and having children, while Amara simply wished to remain independent, beautiful and young forever she loathed the idea of children and one who had the infinity could not bear children for they became like the undead, still human but frozen in time. The spell could be broken but it was no easy thing and besides the world was too cruel and dark for her to wish to abide in it forever.
She got back to planting her seeds finally finishing her work, being pleased she closed her eyes stretched out her hand and asked the earth mother to bless their growth.
A strong wind blew and her now empty basket flew into the trees so Aline sighed and travelled to retrieve it. She had shoes on but would have to cross the river to get to the forest so she removed them and dropped them on the ground. She waddled in up until her midriff but the water was so refreshing she decided to duck in quickly, the heat would have her dry in no time anyway.
The wind was still blowing and the basket tumbled further in, Aline didn't mind, she wasn't the kind to be aggravated by something so trivial. The earth was soft beneath her feet and the wind blew her plat untying it since she had used nothing to secure it, making it fly everywhere. She finally reached the object which had paused in front of a large tree and bent down with ease to pick it up.
She heard the breaking of a twig behind her and turned expecting to see an animal. What did stand there was nothing short of what she would call glorious. The man's brown eyes were widened in surprise his long dark hair shimmered falling past his shoulders like a waterfall. His skin was the colour of dark honey and it was completely exposed everywhere except at his waist where a thin cloth of some sort covered his nudity. Aline had heard stories of the natives and had been deeply intrigued, desiring to meet them and acquaint herself with their customs. This man reminded her of the earth and the firm tree and the powerful mountains. His posture was tall and dignified and he had dark paint on his face and arms, his body toned and well defined with lean muscles.
He whispered something in a tongue she could not understand and bowed his head dropping the staff he had been holding in his right hand.
Aline desperate to understand the beautiful man reached into the small pocket in her dress retrieving the sickle she used for plants. She made a small cut on her left indicative finger and crouched down to the ground placing the finger on the ground letting the earth mingle with her blood and the blood mingle into it. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath feeling once again the familiar connection to the earth mother.
As she exhaled she breathed "Give me understanding."
She felt a sensation like scales falling from her eyes and she stood again facing the native.
"What is your name?" she uttered softly.
He looked up again at her his eyes even wider than before. He fell to the ground on his knees as his deep voice declared. "You are the goddess!"
Aline flustered went over to pull him up. "No! I am no goddess! Please stand." She reached for him and helped him to his feet and as she did she felt her skin tingle as his arms became intertwined with hers. His face was confused but in complete wonder, Aline thought he must have never seen a white woman before. Her heart beat wildly as she realized she was standing in what could be considered an embrace with a half-naked man but she was more preoccupied with the fact that their eyes were locked together and his, it seemed, were penetrating into her very soul unraveling her secrets. She could feel the heat from his skin and it was making her a little dizzy.
'How odd' She thought.
"Cahuilla." He murmured.
"Excuse me?" Aline was trying desperately to see through the haze she felt her mind was submerged in.
"My name" his right hand reached for her cheek their faces were inching together. "That is what I am called." Their lips came together softly and Aline shared her first kiss with a man who's name she had just learnt.
Finally feel like we may be getting somewhere now guys. I got exams in a few weeks and once they are over Ill have more free time. Please review. Love ya'll xx