The Dark World

Chapter 14: Touch

Ezekiel

It took almost two months for Esther’s mother to recover, but we were in no rush for time worked differently here, in fact, there was no time at all since the darkness, it was not only that we did not die true deaths, but we did not age either.

The home was so tiny it barely consisted of a kitchen and a sleeping area, so we all slept outside while Esther and her mother slept inside the house.

We set up our makeshift tents again, and again Marisoll wanted to sleep with me. I could not figure her out, she was as unreadable as Cairn, I dared to guess that she finally saw me as an ally if not a friend, why else would she so often choose me over mystic Zerena? The first time mystic Zerena had told her to choose one of us men for safety, but we were in a less dangerous area now, so she no longer minded.

As fierce and tough as she was, Marisoll was still so pure minded, I do not think she understood how it could be difficult for me not having a night alone to myself. Almost three months had passed since the lady back at the inn and I could feel that familiar old urge, I needed a release and was counting on her choosing mystic Zerena so I could have the time alone to ease my frustrations with my hand.

Sighing, I nodded when she asked if it was ok and I climbed inside. I fell asleep pretty quickly, but halfway through the night I felt good, really good down below, I feared I had either been dreaming something erotic or had an e.rection, probably both, still half asleep I was moaning softly and finally opened my eyes wondering if I were still dreaming because I looked down to see Marisoll running her hand over my groin, stroking it over my clothes as it grew hard. I was not expecting that…at all.

She did not know I was awake, and it felt nice enough, I didn’t want to let her know in case she panicked and stopped touching it.

The longer she rubbed it and stroked it the better it felt, I softly started to moan a little louder and moved, trying to press myself more firmly against her hand. Screw it, she must know by the noises I was making that I was awake now. Neither of us spoke, both afraid to break the spell of this moment, I reached down and unzipped my trousers, pulled myself out and removed my hand so she could carry on playing with it.

This was most certainly her first time, she stroked it and touched it curiously, not really knowing what to do, but she seemed fascinated by how it grew hard and big.

She ran a finger down the length of me, sending a shiver down my spine as she curiously touched and explored my e.rection. Did I touch her back? I was not sure as she had never shown any interest in me before now, was it simple curiosity? Again, I did not know.

She finally wrapped her hand around me and moved it slowly up and down, the only words exchanged between us was her whispering, “is this right?” And my reply, “yes, a little faster though.”

She moved her hand faster and at some point gripped me tighter making it feel even better, it had been a while and in these dark times pleasure and affection was much craved so it wasn’t very long before I was moaning again, and I spurted come all up my chest and over her hand.

I thought that was it, but I cried out when she leaned down and traced her tongue over the tip of me, tasting me. “F.uck,” I breathed, my hand automatically falling to her head.

It felt so good I wanted her to do more, wanted her to wrap her lips around me and suck in earnest, taste every inch of me and bring me to climax in her mouth, not very gentlemanly thoughts, but I was not feeling very gentlemanly right now, I was aroused and all her teasing made me want to f.uck her, but I was not going to get that lucky, she tasted me, used her tongue to clean me up, lick all my semen until there was none left on my body or hers, and then she politely put me away and did my zipper back up, either not ready to lose her virginity to a man she barely knew or because she was too shy, either way, it was not for me to decide, and so I did not question her or make her feel obliged to offer more.

Without a word, she came back up beside me, lifted my arm, lay her head on my chest and made me hold her, I smiled in the darkness at her innocence and held her until we both fell asleep.

I was not accustomed to being intimate with women like Marisoll, when I woke up to find her gone I was not surprised, but I was surprised when she would barely look at me let alone talk to me, she would shy away or slip away somewhere, if we were in one another’s presence she was shy and bashful, timid even, a trait I never thought I would use to describe Marisoll.

I was more accustomed to confident and overly flirtatious ladies, even Cairn noticed the change in her and of course he wanted nothing more than to torment her and make her feel worse.

“You’re acting weird today, why?” He asked her.

“I’m not,” she replied defensively and tried to skirt around him, but he blocked her path.

“You are, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong Cairn and even if it were, you wouldn’t really care, you are just being nosey.”

I could see this ending in another fight, Cairn was a pain in the a.ss, but sometimes I wondered if Marisoll wasn’t just as bad, sometimes she caused an argument where one needn’t have begun. Her response of course, riled Cairn up, his temper was fast and fierce, anything could set him off, but either way I would always side with Marisoll just to p.iss him off.

“I was only asking you a question, why are you being a f.ucking b.itch?” He growled at her.

“Because you’ve been a pain in my side from the moment we have met, and you expect to believe that now, you have genuine concern as to whether I am ok?” She scoffed and shouldered past him.

When he grabbed her arm, I grabbed his. “Let her go,” I warned.

“No, I want to know what’s wrong and why she hates me so much when she fights me every step of the way as much as I do her,” he snarled back.

He tried to wrench his arm from my grip, but I tightened my hold. “Let go,” he said quietly, a threatening warning in his tone.

“Leave her be,” I warned back.

Mystic Zerena came over and lightly touched my arm. “Let him go after her, it is important they sort their problems out between one another.”

“But—” I tried, but Cairn was already off after her and mystic Zerena did not loosen her grip.

“I don’t understand?” I said to her.

“You do not need to understand, you just need to trust me, it will be better for them to work things out alone then adding more fire to the flames between them, you and Cairn have enough of your own problems, and it will only make things worse if you interfere.”

“Why does it even matter?”

She walked off with me following behind, she was quiet for a while and turned to hand me the basket in her hands, I took it, and she began gathering fruit and vegetables that were growing with help from her magic over the last few weeks.

“You do not notice how similar they are?” She asked. She had been silent for so long, her words startled me.

“Uh, not in the slightest.”

She looked over her shoulder at me and rose an eyebrow, “no? You do not find their tempers match one another, or that she so easily puts him in his place where others have failed?” She moved along picking more berries and carried on, “they both have trust issues, they are both quick to temper and always on guard, both lethal fighters, yet she balances Cairn’s coldness and cruelty with softness and vulnerability.”

“Are you saying you think they would make a good match?”

“I do not claim to know that, but I don’t think we need to worry either.” When she gave me a knowing look I rose my eyebrows, “you think Cairn likes her.”

She shrugged, “I cannot say for sure, but I think there is a strong possibility if they were to put aside their issues that they would be a formidable couple.”

I gave a curt nod, I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of Cairn with Marisoll, my thoughts surprised me, when had I begun to care who Marisoll grew close to?

I did trust mystic Zerena though, so if she said it was best to leave them alone, then I would. Once she had gathered the fruits and vegetables she wanted we went back inside the house. Mystic Zerena went to the kitchen and had me help her, Esther joined us and I had her help me make the berry pie mystic Zerena wanted us to make while she worked on a vegetable stew.