Hands' Embrace

Carmicheal

I emerged from the void of travel in a less than stellar condition, and placing myself in the middle of a cat fight, and the wrong end of both a blade and a chain. I'm the universal target of a gang war.

The cool metal of the chain slashed across my chest, and the knifes edge cut my upper chest, sending my on a one-way trip into pain, suffering, and unhappiness.

The ground felt nice, and I met it more quickly than I would've imagined. Niam's cursing seemed distant, but I think she realized it was me she hit.

I struggled to my feet as they both approached me, blood welling over each wound, and dripping across my chest. Niam began removing the top of my robes, and prepared to address my wounds. I knew my injuries weren't serious, so I made a joke to lighten the mood.

"Niam, not now, we're in public." An odd smile crept onto my face.

Her face lit up with relief and she wasted all of her energy, magically speaking, into recovering my wounds. It was quite a bit, and I felt very much better. We kissed, right there, my back being supported by the building, her forcing me onto it. Chiyo nodded, knowing, and left the area.

Both me and Niam managed to get to the local pub's lodging area before we ripped each other's clothes off, and threw ourselves onto the bed. It was a primal hunger, and was addressed equally animally. No words escaped either of our lips, and we had such a powerful bond at the moment. Or, lust... Or... something...


I woke up several hours later, me and Niam huddled together, cuddling. I kissed her softly, and she awakened. This time, it wasn't so much bestial as it was loving. It was slower, more tender, addressing the other person's wants opposed to just animal hunger. We both needed someone to love, and before we'd met each other, we were wrecks.


I awoke in the morning, and found myself still inside Niam, and we were very closely huddled together, her breasts pressed completely into me, and I enjoyed it thoroughly.

I just laid there for a moment and relaxed. Her soft breathing drawing me into another fit of animal need. But instead of molesting her fatigued form, I got up and went into the room's kitchenette. I cooked some breakfast, made juice for both myself and her, and set up a table. As I went back to awaken her, I found her awake and standing, completely nude. She strutted over to me, all sensual movement, and sinful, at that. She stood up, kissed me lovingly on the lips, her tongue sliding in for a moment to meet mine. She took a half-step back and walked over to the table, sat down, and beckoned for me to join her. We sat down and began eating, conversing lightly on random topics ranging from training exercises to pet monsters. After finishing the meal, she got up, whisked away the dishes, and began washing them. I got up, cleaned up our piles of discarded clothing, mostly torn beyond functional use, and distributed either to a "To be washed" pile, or "thrown away" pile. I then made the bed, and joined her in the kitchen to wash the dishes. I kissed her cheek softly,

"Hey, love, what was the name of that Crusader?"
She smiled, "A former friend of mine, Fulvin."
I paused, and added, "I though I was dead meat."
Her smile remained, "I persuaded him to stop."
I laughed, hurting my ribs a little, and said, "You didn't kill him, did you?"
She shook her head. "No, he just may never walk again."
We shared a laugh that time.


I stared in awe as the Niam, now a monk, walked down the aisle, toward me. My Priest clothing was still a dark hue, and an even darker fabric. I've gotten to my peak height, an inch taller than before, my thick green hair locked in its unusually shaped position. My top hat covers most of the hair. A pair of miniature glasses rest on the base of my nose. This total ensemble made me look like something straight out of Jack the Ripper. But both me and Niam love it.

I studied Niam again as she walked slowly, purposefully down the aisle. She's also grown, maybe two inches; she's almost my height. Her lean muscles are more defined and darker now, her tan making her more attractive than ever. Her breathtaking silver hair is a little longer now, maybe mid-back length. She's also grown in other places, too, but since I'm in a church, I'll be clean-minded. I'm no longer as perverted, or, at least not verbally, and still trying to be gentlemanly.

She stepped up to the podium next to me, and gave me a somewhat nervous smile. The priest ahead of us spoke, in Latin, of all languages, and both me and Niam had to keep up.

We read our vows, proclaimed our endless love for each other. Took the plunge in saying, " I do." And now we're married. I can't say life'll ever be the same, for either us, as a couple, or us, as a guild. But hey, life's all about adventure. We can tackle any problem.

We may even do a bit of tackling to each other.

But, just know that spending life alone is depressing, it's better in someone's hands...

For me, it's Niam's hands' embrace.