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MEMOIRS OF AN OUTSIDER
Chapter: 18 "The Hunger"
Khy walked down the road that led away from the keep and into the neighboring forest. Her boots made crunching noises on the snow covered ground
as she pushed on through the trees, lost in thought. She weighed the pros and cons of the two men with whom she planned to abandon her virginity.
Casavir, the man who obviously loved her and had confessed that love to her, or Bishop, who ignored her and professed nothing at all. A gray blur
rushed by, startling her back to reality. She reached for her blade then recognized the ranger's companion. "Karnwyr"! She shouted and knelt down to
scratch behind the wolf's ears. She looked up to see the broad-shouldered ranger staring down at her. "Bishop", she said, "What are you doing here"?
"None of your business", he snarled, "Come Karnwyr". "Wait", Khy said, "Could I ask you something"? He stopped and turned as she got to her
feet and brushed the snow from her legs. She wanted to know how he felt, if he cared for her in the least small way, anything. This might be the only
chance she would have to finally understand him and she did not know how to ask. "Well". He said angrily. There was no choice now, she would just
have to say it and then hope for the best. "Do you", she said shyly, "Care for me"? Khy could feel some sort of turmoil within him as she watched his
scowling face. "No", he said loudly, "That answer your question". He turned and walked briskly away yelling for his wolf to follow.
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Khy gazed at the man slowly disappearing from view and then with determination, wedged her foot between the tangles of nearby dead branches. She
threw herself to the ground and screamed, waiting to see if her hunch was correct. "Khy, what happened". Bishop said freeing her foot then removing
her stocking and boot to examine the injury. "I was not paying attention to my footing". She said wincing in pain. "It's not broken", he replied sliding
her boot back in place, "Just sprained". He reached for her hand to help her up as Khy kicked his feet, which caused him to fall backwards into the snow.
She hurled herself on top of the pissed-off man and said, "You fucking liar". "You do care about me"! He had a stunned look and tried to get up, but
Khy pinned him firmly to the ground. She brushed her lips across his as she whispered, "You lousy bastard", and then kissed him. He did not respond to
her advances, he just lay there until she quit trying. "I thought I was a scum sucking pig". He said as the corners of his mouth turned up in a sneering
smile. "You heard", Khy, shouted, "You sneaky son-of-a-bitch"! He laughed, circling her with his arms and saying, "Are you still going to fuck the
paladin". "Yes", she replied seeing the smile vanish from his face, "Right after I fuck you"! "Woman", he said looking into her eyes, "After me, you
will not want anyone else". "Okay you cocky prick", she said rising to her feet, "We will just have to see, won't we".
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The group watched as Khy entered the great hall with Bishop not far behind. Khy looked around for Casavir and then realized that he must be at his
prayers. She sighed with relief not wanting to hurt him with seeing the ranger going into her room. Khy approached Kana and told her to send
someone to her room with brandy, food, and hot water for her tub. She also gave strict orders that she was not to be disturbed. She took Bishop's
hand, walked down the hall to her quarters, and opened the door. Bishop stepped into the lavish room and sat in a large velvet covered chair. Khy
answered the knock on the huge door and opened it as servants paraded through and delivered their goods. She closed the entry and bolted the heavy
lock. "Come", she said to Bishop as she walked to the back of the room and stoked the fire. Steam wafted from the large vessel sitting near the
fireplace and Khy began to undress the eager man. Down to his shert and breeches, she stopped and pulled off her armor and tunic. Kicking off her
boots and stockings, she moved toward Bishop and grabbed the bottom of his shert. "No"! He shouted as he slapped her hands away and smoothed
down the fabric. "What's wrong"? She asked him. "The shert stays"! He said angrily. "You are joking", Khy, said, "You're not taking it off"? He shook
his head as she inquired if he ever removed the top. "Just to put on a clean one". He said. "Maybe this is a bad idea, maybe you should be here with
the paladin". He whispered as he snatched up his discarded attire and headed for the door. Khy lunged with both hands and tore the shert from his
body. He stood there trying to cover himself, reddened with embarrassment. She saw the reason for his concern. His chest and back were riddled with
scars and burns from torture that she knew all too well.
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He wanted no one to ever look upon the disfigurements he bore and no individual had except the people responsible and Duncan. He looked up,
waiting to see her recoil in horror at the mutilations and to send him away. Khy ran to him, tears streaming down her face as she threw her arms
around his neck and hugged him tight. "I don't want your fucking pity". He said pushing her away. "It's not pity", she said, "It's memory". Bits and
pieces of the torment she had endured with Lorne had begun to resurface in the last few weeks. She cried for the suffering that he too had faced and
lived through. She traced each of the angry red marks with her fingertips and then gently kissed them. "How could you think that I would not
understand". She asked him. He said nothing as she pulled him closer and then suddenly it happened. She unexpectedly felt him, the true man beneath
the hard exterior. Bishop, the evil son-of-a-bitch that infuriated her so, was here trembling in her arms. She felt the real Bishop, buried deep inside this
shell of anger, pain and doubt. All at once, she yearned to show him what warmth and caring could be, to open herself and let him inside her and to know
how much she wanted him and cared.
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Taking his hand, they walked back toward the water. Khy unlaced the ties on his breeches and eased them down his hips. She urged him into the
warm liquid, then undressed and slipped in behind him. They washed each other, laughing when ticklish spots were hit and then he lay back as she
held him in the soapy lukewarm fluid. They stayed that way until the water turned cold, and then they dried each other and sat by the fire to warm
themselves. Bishop brushed her long hair and with the heat of the blazing fire, it dried quickly. Khy got up and strolled over to the table, fetching the
brandy and two mugs as Bishop stared at her bare body. He loved the way she moved, the graceful play of her tight muscles, the sway of her hips and
the way her breasts slightly bounced. He could feel himself stiffen from the thought of her and the satisfaction he would soon receive. Khy returned
with the drinks and knew that his demeanor had changed by the hardness she observed. She handed him a mug as she downed hers and threw the
mug across the floor. He drank quickly, tossing the cup as he pulled her into his arms. He kissed her hard feeling his passion rise as she ran her hands
along his back and buttocks. He scooped her up and headed for the bed, hoping he could control his feverish need for her.
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Bishop tossed her onto the bed and traced her body with his eyes as he approached his prey. She had a frightened look on her face as he neared
feeling the twinge of excitement overwhelm him. He crawled next to her, opened her hands and lightly kissed her palms. He moved his hands to her
arms and bent closer to kiss her neck. Khy was tense with anticipation as well as fear, waiting to see what he would do next. He slipped his hand
down to cup a breast and felt her respond to his touch. Bishop kissed her neck, flicking his tongue along her throat and moving his lips along her jaw
until he found her waiting opening. He slipped his tongue into her warm receptive mouth and explored its depths as she returned the search in his. He
kissed her shoulders and then her bare breasts as she quivered and softly moaned. The ranger circled her breasts with his seeking tongue and felt her
swollen areolas with their hard nipples as he pulled each one into his warm mouth and sucked gently. He heard her gasp as he kissed her again while
caressing her breasts and manipulating her sensitive nipples. He felt his own breath coming quicker as he kissed the pink scar between her breasts
then dipped his tongue into her small navel.
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Khy felt electrical tingles race along her spine as she looked into his intense amber eyes and saw the hunger and irresistible force behind them. She
wanted him and reached to draw him closer, feeling his lips touch hers. He returned to nibbling her breasts and began a hard sucking motion on her
nipples as his hand moved lower to explore her secret place. His fingers sought out the small slit between her thighs and found the small bud of her
intense pleasure. Khy cried out as the sharp ripples engulfed her and left dampness between her legs. Bishop crept lower, kissing and nipping her
stomach and thighs, hearing her pant in little gasps. He pushed her legs apart and looked at the hidden flower with its petals of passion. He took a
long loving taste as her breath exploded in a shuddering cry. Spreading the petals, he licked the warm folds up to the center of her flower and
encircled it with his tongue. Khy moaned with each breath, tossing her head back and forth while raising her hips to meet him. She was panting
quicker as he stepped up the embracing of his tongue. Switching to his hand, he kept the steady motion on her bud as he knelt between her legs and
slowly guided his engorged organ to her untouched opening. He tried to keep control as he entered her warm moist well of ecstasy. Khy curled her
legs around his hips as Bishop quickened the motion with his deft fingers and felt the blockage within her with his rigid shaft. She was there, her
gasps becoming full cries as he pulled back and thrust hard, penetrating her maidenhead and at last the wall of her virginity.
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She cried out in pain and delight as he felt his own need heighten with each powerful stroke. He could not maintain himself anymore as he thrust
harder and harder into her depths. He could feel her tight entrance stretch to accommodate his long unyielding shaft with every frenzied stroke. Khy
was tossing and thrashing with shuddering desire as her hands clinched and unclenched the sheets. Bishop felt his own pent up need begin to explode
as he plunged a few more times to expel his damn of essence. Khy's body shook with convulsive spasms as she yelled his name at the peak of her
own racking tremors. Bishop collapsed on top of her feeling her jerk and moan with the continuing bursts of pleasure. She wrapped her arms around
the exhausted man and kissed him with everything she could muster. "I could never have imagined", she said between heavy breaths, "That it was
like this". Bishop looked into her radiant golden eyes and kissed her fiercely, holding her close. "Did I hurt you"? Bishop asked her with concern in his
eyes. She shook her head no, as a single tear escaped her eyes. "Why are you crying"? He said catching the drop on his finger. "I'm happy". She said
pulling him close and nuzzling his shoulder. He rolled off her and lay flat on the bed with Khy in his arms. She looked down at his now flaccid member with
flecks of her blood staining him. She got up, returned with a wet cloth, and softly cleansed his very sensitive cock. He smiled at her as she crawled in
beside him and laid her head on his strong muscular chest.
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"Bishop", she said softly and he murmured yes, "Again". She said. He smiled and tried to explain that he was spent, and she would have to wait a
while. A devilish glint in her eyes told him that she would not linger as she inched down to his limp rod. She began to manipulate the tired soldier,
stroking and kissing then taking him into her warm inviting mouth. Her tongue circled and caressed him and she began to carefully suck as she felt
him grow with each pull of her lips. He groaned as she worked her way up and down until he was fully engorged. Khy lifted her head and saw Bishop
biting his lips as she straddled his hips and lowered herself down onto the rigid shaft. She ground her hips into his, feeling his length impale her with
pleasure. He sat up, steadying himself by holding her waist, as she slipped her hand behind his head and pulled him toward her aching breasts. He
nibbled and sucked the swollen points as she suddenly wrapped her legs around his back and held him close to her body. He held her firmly as she sat
on his lap with his hard shaft throbbing inside her. He felt something he had never experienced before. He could feel her moist warmth caress him
from within. She was breathing hard as she squeezed and released, constricted and relaxed, milking him without moving. The intense desire increased
as he groaned with utter ecstasy and need. He heard her panting and watched as she moaned, throwing her head back. They were both on the
pinnacle of release as they stared into one another's eyes. Bishop sensed heat radiate from her body and felt an unbelievable light bathe them both as
the flood of passion burst forth in exquisite waves of bliss. He held her, breathless from the experience and realized that for that one brief moment
she had not only enveloped him with her body, but with her soul. "What in the nine hells was that". He asked the limp girl in his arms. "Me", she said
weakly, All of me".