Sethra 4
By: vampfire
I'll continue talking in author's notes as though anyone were actually reading these. The first thing I should say is that I wrote several of these separately with no intention of stringing them together. This part, however, is a companion to Sethra 3. WARNING about this chapter: It has, er, male/male overtones. Nothing graphic though. I'll rate it R to be safe. Also, I'm now using first-person Morrolan, if that is not apparent.
I had spent the evening in Sethra's most pleasant embrace. We have been enjoying a very satisfying affair for the past several months, fueled entirely by our lust for each other and the discovery that we both crave the sensations produced when I allow Sethra to drink of my blood.
The entire experience is made even the more pleasant, in my opinion, by the fact that our physical intimacy has changed our friendship not a wit. We remain very at ease in each other's company and confine our passion to the bedroom. There has been virtually no awkwardness on either of our parts, even when I made various provoking comments about the flustered attentions a certain Dragonlord of the e'Lanya line had been displaying towards Sethra. I do not even think Aliera has caught on to what has been going on between Sethra and myself.
As I said, we had both been free that evening and had passed the time in my bedchamber. I awoke early the next morning and returned from a brief bath to find Sethra stirring. The Enchantress smiled at me, removed the towel wrapped around my waist, and did things to me that reminded my body of the previous evening.
She pulled me down to the bed and to her warm body, but then left me there, pretending to require a few moments to wash up in the next room. I knew she was enjoying teasing me, but stretched out my legs and leaned back into the pillow, my arms folded behind my head and determined to appear relaxed rather than dying for her return.
It was then that the door to my room burst open and a figure skidded to a halt at the foot of my bed. I felt a rage begin to come over me, though I was still too shocked to move. It was then that I noticed who the intruder was, even as I felt his startled gaze move over my naked body and snag on my groin.
I felt my body throb with intense, renewed arousal. It was Vlad. The last person in the world that I would have thought to see today in Castle Black, much less in my own bedroom. It occurred to me then that I'd once fantasized something very like this situation bringing Vlad to my bedroom. Though as I remember it, the fantasy had not included Sethra Lavode.
For Sethra had returned, wearing my black silk robe and a smile of pure amusement. I gathered the sheets into my lap, though close inspection would show that they did not do much to conceal the distinct shape beneath them.
Vlad's face was by this time a deep red. He stammered a response to Sethra's questions, and I had to refrain from laughing aloud at how thoroughly embarrassed he was. I wanted to invite him to join us in bed just to see his reaction.
Well, all right, that wasn't the only reason. But, damnit, now was not the time for me to start lusting after Vlad Taltos all over again. For one thing, it wasn't at all fair to Sethra. I scowled.
Vlad made his escape at last, and I worried a moment that he was in danger and that we had done nothing to help him, simply because of his poor timing.
Sethra laughed and couldn't seem to stop. "Don't worry for him, Morrolan," she managed to tell me. "I've set up a teleport block. That'll keep out the assassins long enough for us to find out what help he wanted. But let's give him a moment to recover before we talk."
Sethra sat down on the bed, mastering her mirth. Her face sobered as she looked at me. "You want him, don't you?"
"That's a fine thing to ask while you share my bed!" I told her, wondering how she'd read me so well.
Sethra smiled at me and kissed my face lightly before curling up by my side and closing her eyes. "You are certainly a lot of fun, Morrolan," she said, eyes still closed and utterly relaxed. "And I count you among my closest friends and will continue to do so whether we share a bed or not."
Her eyes opened then and she gave me her enigmatic Lavode smile. "But I know very well how you feel about Vlad." Here she trailed her hand down my torso to touch the rock-hard arousal that had been caused in no small part by Vlad's sudden appearance. "Damn," she muttered, surprised. "I take it back; perhaps I am jealous." She played with my body some more, simultaneously shrugging out of the robe. "Do you think we have a few moments before we should go and save him from the assassins?"
I simply nodded as she slid on top of me and her lips covered mine.
By: vampfire
I'll continue talking in author's notes as though anyone were actually reading these. The first thing I should say is that I wrote several of these separately with no intention of stringing them together. This part, however, is a companion to Sethra 3. WARNING about this chapter: It has, er, male/male overtones. Nothing graphic though. I'll rate it R to be safe. Also, I'm now using first-person Morrolan, if that is not apparent.
I had spent the evening in Sethra's most pleasant embrace. We have been enjoying a very satisfying affair for the past several months, fueled entirely by our lust for each other and the discovery that we both crave the sensations produced when I allow Sethra to drink of my blood.
The entire experience is made even the more pleasant, in my opinion, by the fact that our physical intimacy has changed our friendship not a wit. We remain very at ease in each other's company and confine our passion to the bedroom. There has been virtually no awkwardness on either of our parts, even when I made various provoking comments about the flustered attentions a certain Dragonlord of the e'Lanya line had been displaying towards Sethra. I do not even think Aliera has caught on to what has been going on between Sethra and myself.
As I said, we had both been free that evening and had passed the time in my bedchamber. I awoke early the next morning and returned from a brief bath to find Sethra stirring. The Enchantress smiled at me, removed the towel wrapped around my waist, and did things to me that reminded my body of the previous evening.
She pulled me down to the bed and to her warm body, but then left me there, pretending to require a few moments to wash up in the next room. I knew she was enjoying teasing me, but stretched out my legs and leaned back into the pillow, my arms folded behind my head and determined to appear relaxed rather than dying for her return.
It was then that the door to my room burst open and a figure skidded to a halt at the foot of my bed. I felt a rage begin to come over me, though I was still too shocked to move. It was then that I noticed who the intruder was, even as I felt his startled gaze move over my naked body and snag on my groin.
I felt my body throb with intense, renewed arousal. It was Vlad. The last person in the world that I would have thought to see today in Castle Black, much less in my own bedroom. It occurred to me then that I'd once fantasized something very like this situation bringing Vlad to my bedroom. Though as I remember it, the fantasy had not included Sethra Lavode.
For Sethra had returned, wearing my black silk robe and a smile of pure amusement. I gathered the sheets into my lap, though close inspection would show that they did not do much to conceal the distinct shape beneath them.
Vlad's face was by this time a deep red. He stammered a response to Sethra's questions, and I had to refrain from laughing aloud at how thoroughly embarrassed he was. I wanted to invite him to join us in bed just to see his reaction.
Well, all right, that wasn't the only reason. But, damnit, now was not the time for me to start lusting after Vlad Taltos all over again. For one thing, it wasn't at all fair to Sethra. I scowled.
Vlad made his escape at last, and I worried a moment that he was in danger and that we had done nothing to help him, simply because of his poor timing.
Sethra laughed and couldn't seem to stop. "Don't worry for him, Morrolan," she managed to tell me. "I've set up a teleport block. That'll keep out the assassins long enough for us to find out what help he wanted. But let's give him a moment to recover before we talk."
Sethra sat down on the bed, mastering her mirth. Her face sobered as she looked at me. "You want him, don't you?"
"That's a fine thing to ask while you share my bed!" I told her, wondering how she'd read me so well.
Sethra smiled at me and kissed my face lightly before curling up by my side and closing her eyes. "You are certainly a lot of fun, Morrolan," she said, eyes still closed and utterly relaxed. "And I count you among my closest friends and will continue to do so whether we share a bed or not."
Her eyes opened then and she gave me her enigmatic Lavode smile. "But I know very well how you feel about Vlad." Here she trailed her hand down my torso to touch the rock-hard arousal that had been caused in no small part by Vlad's sudden appearance. "Damn," she muttered, surprised. "I take it back; perhaps I am jealous." She played with my body some more, simultaneously shrugging out of the robe. "Do you think we have a few moments before we should go and save him from the assassins?"
I simply nodded as she slid on top of me and her lips covered mine.