Cold Touch II


Author's Note: Yup, M rated. Also a little behind my scheadule, sorry.

I was afraid still. That was probably what she was talking about with the bearded man, 'call the guards I got us a spy'. Gutterwash!, I always hated how under developed my breast are and now they are just big enough for me to visit the Paladins dungeons.

"So why are we here?, aren't you gonna take to see Valera and her Immortal Blade?"

"Well, I need to know why are you here, if I like your answer, I might let you go free, well for a price," she replied tunefully with a smile. Still too close to me.

I need to lie, or else I won't be able to collect the bounty, I need that for the crew, I have to lie, "I am not a magistrate spy," the best way to lie is to use a bit of truth, "I'm a bounty hunter, my client… is a concerned father, he is looking for his daughter and I believe she is back there at the pub." I kept my voice as collected and calmed as possible and my eyes searching for hers, and her lips… Focus!

"Oh, I see, I met a bounty hunter a while ago, she was more of a hired assassin. So your client want his daughter dead or alive?"

"No, he wants just the location," might as well keep lying, "he wants to reconnect with her, and, kidnapping her or killing her would definitely have the opposite effect."

Her eyes were intense, she was examining all and every single breath I took, every twitch of my lids or my neck muscles. Then an exhale, her eyes closed, her shoulder relaxed. She bought it. "So, If...if I let you go, would you leave immediately?"She says faintly.

"If you let me go, I will never come back to your town, I swear."

"What if I don't want you to leave? Will you stay?" Her voice was tender, fragile, pleading.

"I guess, but I still need to report back to my client and collect my payment. There's people depending on me. My crew...they deserve a better life. They are survivors from the now Seris Pond."

"Seris?!, the town that disappeared, that Seris?"

"They were going to be sold as slaves to the aristocracy, so I freed them and took them in my hideout. But, then after days of teaching them how to rob and escape from the guards, I saw the emptiness in their eyes. These kids were not happy stealing jewels to buy food for the younger and weaker of the crew, they put up with it because all they wanted was to be a… family."

This was so hard, it hurts, the truth hurts, but, perhaps, this pain and my tears and the aching in my throat, would pay off. Maybe she would let me go, maybe she would hold my in her arms and hold my hand… Why do would I want that?
What I want is to complete my task and collect the bounty, anything else is just day dreaming. Unlawful fiends do not get what they want, they fight for what they need.

My tears dissolved the ice shackles into thin air, or that is what I thought when I my hands were liberated, but, my tears were not responsible for it, it was her magic. She had changed her mind, I changed her mind. A few tears falling in the tablecloth, her tears. She was looking torn, fragile, and, I was not enjoying it. I was winning, yet, I felt terrible. I want to make this better, I want to help her...but how?

"Maybe..." maybe? "I can stay with you for the night, and then… you can take me back to the Magistrate's District in the morning..."

"So just one night," a pause and a smile, "you know, after all these years vagrant in this realm, one night or one life time, are still as enjoyable. Very different, but, us immortals can't be picky."

It worked, she was smiling and, it felt good, I was smiling. I felt warm inside, ticklish, I've never felt like this before.

We did not have steak as I was promised, Evie forgot to order anything since she thought I was going straight to the dungeons. Instead, she used some fresh fruit from the kitchen and milk and her ice wielding powers to create a beverage. It was not ice nor liquefied, it was like soft colorful snow, mine was pink in allusion to my hair, Evie's was vanilla blue. My hungry stomach was soothed by the delicious strawberry and milk dissolving on my mouth and descending down my throat. Sweet, cold and fruity, a delight.

"This is amazing, how do you call these?"

"I created it, I'm thinking of something catchy, maybe 'Snow milk' or 'Frozen fruit cream'." She sounded very satisfied and positive.

It was almost curfew time, the sun was giving the last lights turning the few clouds from a pristine white to shades of blue and red and even orange, as it follow the natural descent. We left the venue, I kept looking for the target, but she was nowhere to be found. But that was quickly erased from my mind when the magic broom took off and we were going to her place. It was the first time I was invited to someone's house for romantic reasons, well the first time I accepted.

We arrived at the am wooden shack in the outskirts of the town, it seemed like it could be a farm but there was no cattle roaming, no horses, and just grass and a few vegetables planted for what I guess could only be her own consumption. I kept looking at the fireplace, and the empty vase by the window, I was nervous, I felt my cheeks burn hot whenever I looked at her. I knew what was coming my way, that thing the prostitutes do in the alleys downtown and in the cheap rooms of El Cabera Inn, but I still was pretty confused on what to do exactly, I know there is like jerk motion of the hips but, what for?

I was about to take my jacket of when she embraced my by the waist, I was frozen in place, but not by ice magic, by her nude body. I can't recall her taking off the various layers of her elaborate garments, yet, she was now wearing none. My eyes tried to explore her body, but she was so close I could only observe her firm buxom, a sight that made me both jealous and something else, a feeling in my privates that was a kind of pleasure and, preemptive, as if something was going to happen.

I looked up, she was smiling so wide, I swallowed my spit, as she got even closer to me, the hot air coming of her nostrils on my skin, she bends slightly to be on the same height as me. And then her lips on mine, a revolution under my skin, an electric pulse invading me, my lips moving on their own account mimicking hers. This was better than her snow milk, hell it was better than steak and even better than chocolate.

She helps me off my clothes and knives, her fingers lightly touching my skin as they unwrap me, heat building up in my coreand ears. And then I was as nude as her, but, I was not embarrassed or trying to cover myself, I wanted her to look at me the way I was looking at her, to enjoy me with her senses, this was a first. There was so many firsts today.

Her cold hand roams down my back until it reaches my butt, she grabs my flesh and it bothers me not, "Well seems like there just this 'tail'", she smiles mischievously, "still pretty cute and soft". Yet another kiss as she guides me toward the bed, I felt a smile on my lips, I felt happy.

She lays me down on the bed, face up, she spreads my legs slowly and trails kisses as she moves downward to my pink treasure. Every time her lips impact tenderly on my skin its like electricity traveling from the impact zone to my spine. And then she was there, breathing so close it makes me shiver, her eyes lock on mine as she sticks her tongue out… my eyes close by their own will, every minuscule polyp on her muscle attacking against me pink secrets, a new pleasure that is almost painfully intense. My legs start to get tense, my hands grip on the bed covers, incomprehensible sounds coming out of my throat. Was my body rejecting this feeling?
I couldn't care less, this immense pleasure that was once hidden is mine now, I claim it. I grab Evie's pigtails and force my hips to move in a vertical rhythm, going faster, owning my own.. this feeling.

Then my eyes are no longer in my control, my back arches, my toes curl and my calves feel cramped and tensed, all I see is white as a thunder burns my body in the most amazing way I've ever felt. This was better than robbing fools, or chocolate, or steak, or kissing. Now I understand why those women are every day on the alleys, I could get addicted to this.

I was still shaking, and, some pulsing movements coming in waves, were still affecting me. I was sweating and panting yet, I felt relaxed, more then ever before. There was no worries in my head, no deadlines, no screams of my past life, all there was in my head was sleeping.

"Good...night"

"Good night kitty, sleep, tomorrow will be a long day. Next time you will… oh never mind, you really are snoring..."