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Lira's Home
 
A Fallon's Resurrection Story
 


Chapter 3
 


Lira moved around the remains of her old home, gathering a few things of
sentimental significance. Nothing of value had survived the Aspelians' raid.
She did find one small utility knife, which she took as a matter of principal;
there are few things more useful in the wilderness than a blade.
 
As she moved around, Orin and Darren stood watch over the Fallon who had been
with the soldier. They stood in mute observation of Lira's quick, purposeful
movements. Finally, as she passed by them on her way into another section of
the house, Darren couldn't stand the silence.
 
"What are we supposed to do about him?" he asked, motioning to the captive man.
 
Lira looked between the men as if to say, *Is he still alive?* Drawing her
sword, she flicked her wrist faster than anyone could follow. In an instant,
the man's intestines were spilled out onto the floor, as Lira had sliced him
open from his waist all the way to his throat. She looked down at him,
writhing on the floor, with malice in her eyes.
 
"Die slow, traitor," she spat. Turning to Darren, she said with contempt, "All
taken care of." She returned to her search. She was not stealing things for
herself; she had every intention of giving these things back to her siblings,
but they could never return here to get them.
 
Finally she returned to the two men. The traitor was still writhing on the
floor, but no longer had the strength to make noise. Lira did not care. She
looked at her two companions.
 
"It is time for us to part company. Where I am going, you would only be a
problem."
 
"What do you plan to do?" Orin asked quietly.
 
"I plan to get my brothers and sisters back."
 
"They'll kill you for trying," Darren said.
 
"I'd rather be dead if I don't," Lira said quite simply. That ended the
matter, as far as she was concerned. "I would suggest that you leave the
village of Navanar as quickly as you can. I cannot help you now. I assume you
will see Sioran at some point. Tell him this changes nothing. I will not fight
in this rebellion; already you see what it has cost me, and I'm not even
fighting! I will be leaving the forest soon, to where, I'm not sure. But the
Aspelians will come looking there after I free my siblings, and I won't stand
against them."
 
"You're a coward," Darren said.
 
"And you're a fool," she spat back. She walked past him on her way out, and
shouldered him strongly enough that he lost his footing. She smiled grimly to
herself as she heard him fall to the floor. "Kit!" she called loudly. The
animal was at her side in an instant, and the two walked out the door.
 


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Lira made her way back to her cave at a far more sedate pace than she'd left
it. Kit trotted along beside her alertly, ready for anything. It took a few
hours for them to reach the cave, as they took a roundabout route to make sure
they were not followed. When Lira spotted the raven in the forest, and it
followed her, she knew that there was no one else around, and she went
directly to her home.
 
The raven kept her distance from the fox, which showed the bird's
intelligence, though Kit had no interest in something that would be so hard to
kill. Instead, the fox wandered off to the river to get a drink while Lira
took out some old bread and fed the bird. The bread was a little stale, but
the raven didn't seem to even notice. It sat, perched on a low branch, and fed
from Lira's hand.
 
"I have to go, Little One," Lira said quietly to the bird. It stared at her
for a second, but returned to eating, even as she spoke to it. "I cannot stay
here, or they will find me and kill me. I hope that you will be able to fend
for yourself." Lira watched as the raven finished off the piece of bread, and
chuckled at herself. "Not that you've really needed my help, have you? You
just like the treats. I wish you well, *Gishyrna*," Lira said, using the
Syrmoaran word for "black world bird".
 
The raven sat for a moment, considering its benefactor, and then, with a quiet
*caw*, it stretched its wings and flew into the forest. Lira watched after it,
feeling a slight sadness that she wouldn't see her feathered companion again.
 
Taking a deep breath, Lira returned to the cave. She had much to accomplish
before she left to rescue her siblings. She would come back here only once,
and that stop would have to be a brief one. She was certain the Aspelians
would be on her heels within hours. She did not intend to let them find her.
 
*Not that it's entirely up to me.*
 


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It was nearing midnight, and the three moons were all up, making for a bright,
well-lit scene. Lira would have much preferred a moonless night, but she
couldn't wait another three months to get one.
 
Not that it mattered. Darkness would have been nice, but she was going,
regardless. She crouched on a rocky ledge just below the top of a small hill.
She could see the Aspelian camp about five hundred feet below her, and about a
quarter of a mile away. There was plenty of cover between where she was, and
where she was going. That was both good and bad news; that which hid her could
also hide them.
 
*There is nothing that can be done about that.* She felt a nudge at her leg,
and reached down to pet Kit without thinking about it. The little fox had
followed Lira without any hesitation, even when she had left the forest for
this strange, rocky land. Navanar was twenty miles behind them, and they had
entered the hill country of Syrmoar. Here, there were dangers other than the
Aspelians. Lira was not entirely familiar with this type of wilderness, and
she worried what kind of creatures might be hiding here. The sensations
returned her to the days of her first wanderings in her forest, and those were
not pleasant memories. She tried to shove them aside.
 
It was the scream that galvanized her into action. Any scream that could carry
a quarter mile in the hot and humid atmosphere of the hill country would have
been painfully loud at the source. Lira clicked her tongue to Kit, and then
silently moved down off the ridge. The rocky terrain broke up her outline, and
she moved like a ghost in the night.
 


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It took Lira over an hour to cover the quarter-mile distance. She moved slowly
and carefully, always looking and listening for any sign of movement. She
worried that, at any moment, she would run into an Aspelian patrol. Of course,
it needed to be nothing more dangerous than an Aspelian child - many of which
lived in this area - who could run back and tell Daddy about the strange girl
in the rocks.
 
Lira shook her head sharply. She tried to tell herself that she was merely
hunting, that her prey no more knew she was here now than it had the few times
she'd actively captured dinner. This did not work; her normal prey did not
carry weapons. Still, she pressed forward, keeping to solid ground, avoiding
loose rocks or dirt, and keeping her eyes moving in a never-ceasing pattern,
looking for movement.
 
When Lira finally reached the outskirts of the settlement, the first people
she saw were Fallons. These were the enslaved peoples who served the Aspelian
army. She wondered if some of them might be undercover rebels, but she could
not risk showing herself now. She could more clearly hear the sounds of
Aspelian "entertainment" off to her left, and her eyes blazed at the thought
of what was happening to her siblings.
 
*You will die for what you have done.*
 


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Lira's eyes were having to readjust to the bright electric lights used by the
Aspelians. Fallon did not use electricity; magic had always provided their
sources of power, and it provided a much gentler illumination than she was
squinting from right now.
 
She had crept here, slowly and stealthily, trying to ignore the noises she
heard, because she absolutely did not want to be rushed. She'd already had to
kill one Aspelian guard, and his blood still dripped from the blade of her
sword, which was gripped tightly in her right hand. She pushed her hair back
out of her face as she looked into the room.
 
"My, but you are a pretty one," the Aspelian hissed, groping the young girl's
tit. He spoke Fallonish, the worldwide standard language of Fallon, but it was
stilted and accented. Not that words were needed to understand what was going
on. Lira's eyes gleamed with rage and pity.
 
*Poor Merca. She's only thirteen. She's too young to have to go through this!
You fucking bastard, what do you care, huh? She's just a thing to you, isn't
she? An animal to be toyed with until she stops amusing you. And then you'll,
what? Kill her? Give her to one of your underlings? I hope you're enjoying
that last grope, because you're going to die tonight.*
 
Just then, the Aspelian did something that Lira couldn't see, as he was facing
away from her. Merca screamed, however, and that was really all the clue she
needed.
 
"Oh, shut the fuck up, bitch!" the Aspelian snarled in his own language. He
wagged his hard dick at her, and in Fallonish again, he said, "I'm going to
enjoy stuffing this up your tight little cunt."
 
Merca was crying incessantly now. Her tears flooded down her face, and her red
hair covered her eyes as she twisted her head away from the vile creature
before her. She could feel his hot breath on her, and she struggled again, but
the ropes that held her, spread-eagle in the middle of the room, were
unbreakable. Already, her legs hurt from standing this way. She knew that
would soon be the least of her worries, however. She could feel him coming
closer.
 
"I'm going to enjoy fucking you, you little bitch," he said. She felt his cock
rub up against her cunt lips, and she redoubled her struggling. She felt him
move, but suddenly, his body shivered, and he froze.
 
"If you don't want to lose it," Lira hissed, "You'd better take a very slow
step backward." Her Fallonish was simple, so that the Aspelian would
understand her. Not that anything more than the sword blade running across his
dick was necessary. The Aspelian soldier had gone white as a sheet, and ever
so slowly moved not one, but two steps away from Merca. Lira interposed
herself between the two, and she glared at her opponent. She was trying to
think of the very best way to kill the son of a bitch. She considered cutting
off his dick, but that would be noisy.
 
The Aspelian didn't know what to do. His weapon was across the room, and he
knew that this *girl* could kill him long before he could get to it. The end
came as a surprise, as Lira's hand and body moved like lightning, plunging her
sword deep into the Aspelian's chest. With a quick flick of her hand, and a
muttered spell to increase her strength, she neatly cut out the soldier's
heart. As he collapsed onto the floor, she withdrew her blade.
 
Lira was about to turn away, when she got a wicked idea. A vicious smile ran
across her face. She flicked her sword again. Leaning down, she picked up the
now-severed dick of the Aspelian soldier, and shoved it into his own mouth.
 
*That's a warning to the rest of your buddies, asshole.*
 
Lira finally turned to face her younger home-sister, and smiled at her. Merca
was weeping openly in terror.
 
"It's okay, Merca. He's not going to hurt you now."
 
"Lira?" the girl said through her tears. Her eyes were unfocused from the
crying and the bright light. "Lira, you've got to get out of here!"
 
"I will. Just as soon as I get you guys free."
 
Lira sheathed her sword, and drew out the utility knife she'd been carrying.
It was highly sharpened, and it made quick work of the ropes holding Merca in
place. As soon as she could, Merca enveloped her sister in a massive hug, and
Lira tolerated it for several seconds. Then she had to get things back on
track.
 
"Where are they keeping the others?"
 
"In the dormitory, over by the cafeteria." This camp had once been a small
university of learning, and the Aspelians had managed to take it intact. Not
that any of the people had survived.
 
"Okay, you need to show me. Can you walk?"
 
"I need some clothes!"
 
Lira cursed in Syrmoaran, a language she reserved for emotional statements.
She looked around, but found nothing.
 
"Stay here," she ordered Merca, who nodded and shrank to the far corner of the
room. Lira had to take a big risk now. She moved toward the Fallons at the
edge of camp. She could see that they had a small housing structure of their
own. She slipped inside, moving quietly through the darkness. For whatever
reason, this area was not well lit. That suited Lira just fine. She slipped
into one room, and was unfortunately confronted by a mother and daughter. She
cursed again, for she had hoped to find an empty room.
 
The two females cringed before her. Lira did not soften her expression: she
didn't know if these two would give her away or not. The daughter, however,
appeared to be close enough to Merca's size for Lira's purposes.
 
"I need some of your daughter's clothing. If you speak, I will have to hurt
you. I don't want to do that, but I will. Do you believe me?" The two nodded
in terror. "Good. Now, I need a blouse and pants, and underthings. *Move!*"
Lira hissed. The mother sprang for a chest on the far side of the room, but
the daughter was frozen in place. The mother came back in a flash with some
clothes tied in a bundle.
 
"Are any of these important to her?" Lira asked, her voice still in a harsh
rasp. The mother shook her head negatively. "Good. I'm going to leave now. If
you sound an alarm, the very first thing I'm going to do is come back and kill
you both. Do you understand?" Lira was lying. If they sounded an alarm, she
would have no time or inclination to find them. She was gratified, however, to
see that they nodded fearfully. Lira gave her own curt nod and turned to
leave, before she was stopped by something the young girl said.
 
"Go with Shavin." Lira stopped in her tracks at the good-luck wish, and looked
back at the girl. Shavin was a myth. A *Navanarian* myth.
 
"Where are you from?" Lira asked, less harshly, but still in a raspy whisper.
 
"Navanar. Good luck, Lira," the girl said. "You'd better go."
 
Lira shook her head in confusion, and then made her way out the door. *How did
she know who I was?* It wasn't important at the moment. She needed to rescue
her siblings.
 


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"Put these on," Lira said, tossing them to Merca. Getting back had been easier
than she'd dared hope for. Apparently, they were too busy having fun to notice
the dead soldiers yet.
 
"Where did you get them?" she asked fearfully.
 
"Just *put them on!*" Lira raged. "They're clean," she added, alleviating
Merca's obvious fear that Lira had killed for them.
 
Merca quickly donned the clothing, and was at Lira's side. Lira motioned for
Merca to follow, and then left the doorway quickly, hoping that no one would
see them silhouetted against the bright light.
 
The pair ran across the compound, trying to keep as close to the buildings as
possible to hide their outlines. They ducked beneath windows, and dashed madly
across open doorways. Soon, they were near the dormitory. Merca yelped
slightly, and Lira turned to see her looking down in terror. Lira looked down
as well, and actually grinned.
 
"Kit, don't frighten my sister like that," she told the animal softly. Kit
looked up at her leader and whined. Lira reached down and scratched the
animal's head to settle her down.
 
"You own a *fox*?" Merca whispered incredulously.
 
"I don't own her. I just feed her," Lira said. "Now, how many guards are in
there?"
 
"Probably only one or two," Merca said. "There are usually three, but they
just came back from a raid, and so they'll want to have fun with their
trophies." 

Lira heard the fear in Merca's voice, and reached back to take her hand. "It's
okay; we're going to get you out of here. C'mon."
 
Lira raced across the open ground, barely touching the grass, it seemed. Kit
was right beside her, a flash in the darkness. Merca did her clumsy best to
keep up with the warrior girl. Finally, they reached the building, and
plastered themselves against its wall, hidden deep in shadow. Together, the
three inched carefully along the wall. As they neared the corner, Kit would
not go any further.
 
Lira knelt down to stroke the animal, whose fur was clearly on end. Silently,
Lira drew her sword. Kit's actions clearly meant that there was danger around
the corner. Though she could not hear it, she trusted Kit's instincts. She
motioned for Merca to stay back; she knew Kit would not need instruction.
 
Lira moved forward in a crouch until she reached the corner of the building.
She very carefully peeked around the corner until she could see a sentry
standing in front of the door, not even ten feet from her. She was barely
breathing now. She pulled back until she was hidden from view again, and then
took a deep breath. There were only a couple of ways to do this. She could
either go fast, or go slow. If she went fast, and missed, she was dead. If she
went slow, and was seen, she was dead. The trick was to figure out which one
was safer.
 
As Lira had to, she sided with the fast, aggressive approach. She took a deep
breath and then stepped a few feet away from the building. Judging her angle,
she rolled forward, beyond the corner of the building. She knew she was making
a bit of noise, and if the guard was at all alert, he would turn to look at
her. That did not matter. As her feet once again touched ground, she pulled
them under her until she was in a crouch. Her eyes locked onto her target, who
was only now beginning to look her way.
 
Lira judged the distance as only about six feet. Her target didn't stand a
chance. With her blade held forward and aimed for her target's heart, Lira
lunged. Her strong legs carried her into her target, and beyond. She felt the
tip of her blade strike the stone of the building. She allowed her arm to
recoil, rather than ding the blade on the hard stone. The guard, who had never
had a chance to even utter a curse, slipped down the wall, leaving a bloody
streak that was ghastly in the pale moonlight. Lira fully withdrew her sword,
and then clicked her tongue to signal the other two. Kit was around the corner
in an instant, followed rather more shakily by Merca.
 
The trio entered the dormitory, and moved about quietly. Lira thought for a
moment about simply leading everyone away, but knew that would attract far too
much attention, and realized that they wouldn't all escape, and those who did
not would be tortured and killed. Lira was sure that slavery was better than
death at the hands of the Aspelian guards. Of course, she wasn't the one
enslaved.
 
Merca showed her where all of Lira's siblings were being held. They had yet to
run into another guard, and Lira thought that was either stupidity on the part
of the guards, or it was a trap. She searched for and found the way to open
the door. She could have busted it down, but that would be noisy.
 
The reunion was a happy one. There were nine people waiting inside the large
room, and all were happy to see Merca back safely, and were delighted to see
Lira. Lira was glad that her siblings were all right, but she couldn't deal
with that right now.
 
"C'mon. Reunions later. We've got to get out of here."
 
"Merca, they took your brother, Murek," one of the other children said.
 
"Lira, I can't leave without him!"
 
Lira swore again. "Okay, look: I'll lead you all out of here, and then I will
come back for him." As the others started to protest, Lira shushed them.
"There are ten of you to save. Murek and myself are only two. Now you'll do as
I say!"
 
"Lira," one of the older girls said, "I'm supposed to be in charge. I'm the
oldest."
 
Lira had never much cared for Danee. "Maybe so, but I'm the one with the
sword. Now *move it!*"
 


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Lira moved outside quickly, and she looked for Kit. It took several seconds to
find the little animal, scrunched under a bush, her eyes and ears open and
alert. Lira inhaled slightly through her front teeth, making a slight chirp.
Kit immediately moved from her hiding spot and darted across the field to
Lira, a silvery flash in the darkness.
 
The rest of the group was surprised to see the animal with Lira, but they had
no time to worry over it. Lira led off in a crouch, moving away from the
building, but trying to stay in shadows as much as possible. Kit, as usual,
took up a lead position, but was clearly aware of where Lira was going, as she
never once deviated from Lira's planned path.
 
It took only a few moments before the group had cleared the camp, and were in
the darkness of the surrounding rocks. Lira paused to catch her breath, and
the others looked truly exhausted.
 
"Wait here. Don't move around. I will go back for Murek. If I am not back in a
half-hour, go over this hill, and then find somewhere to go. You can't go back
to Navanar; they'll look for you there. I'd suggest Mirior or Sable, but it's
up to you."
 
"Be careful, Lira," Merca whispered. Lira nodded, and then moved off, Kit
still at her side.
 


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"You are going to be a lot of fun, little boy," the Aspelian woman sneered.
"You have such a puny body, but it'll serve my purposes well."
 
Lira was crouched beneath the window, and she could hear the woman talking.
She'd already seen that it was Murek inside the building. The door was locked,
however, and she had to figure another way in. Looking around, she spotted a
stairway to the flat roof of the building.
 
*A flat roof? What was this place?* Lira didn't have an answer to that, but it
didn't matter. She quickly and silently made her way up the stairs, pausing
before the top to check for guards. There were none. *Are they all stupid?*
She moved across the roof, and found the hatch in the roof she had hoped would
be there. She lifted it very slowly, and it did not creak.
 
*Thank the Fates.*
 
Lira lowered herself down onto the small landing beneath the hatch. She closed
it as slowly as she had opened it. There was a ladder leading down to the
floor, but Lira did not use that. Instead, she moved across one of the beams
just below the roof. The building's construction was so odd, she really began
to wonder what it had been, but the activity below re-centered her thoughts.
 
"Don't you want to know what I'm going to do to you, little man?"
 
"Whatever it is, just be done with it!" Murek said. The woman's Fallonish,
Lira noted, was much better than the other soldier's had been.
 
"Well, I'll tell you," the woman said, reaching down and taking hold of
Murek's limp dick. "First, I'm going to make you all nice and hard." As she
spoke, her hand stroked his cock. "Then," she continued, dropping into a
stage-whisper, "I'm going to cut it off!" She laughed as Murek went pale, but
her hand continued to manipulate him.
 
Lira watched with horror and anger for a moment, before she dropped down
silently from the beam on which she had been sitting. Murek saw her, but
quickly averted his gaze, so as not to give her away.
 
"Oooh, that's very good!" the woman cooed mockingly. "Nice and stiff for me!"
 
Lira drew her sword, and then announced her presence. "This looks like fun.
Can I play?"
 
The Aspelian woman spun around, but her knife was still sheathed. Lira's sword
was already moving, and the woman had little time to even see the girl, before
her head was completely severed from her body. The head spun through the air
with the force of the cut, while her body slumped lifelessly to the floor.
 
"Bitch," Lira spat. Turning back to Murek, it was impossible for her to not
take in his nude form, held out and tied as Merca had been earlier. She also
took note of the fact that he was, indeed, quite erect.
 
"Well," she said, teasing him, "It looks like she got the first half of her
plan done." Murek turned beet-red. While he was trying to regain his
composure, Lira took out her knife and cut the ropes that were holding him.
Apparently, the woman had been somewhat more considerate than the other
soldier, for Murek's clothing had been removed intact. He put them on as Lira
watched him. She had felt a certain tingle at looking at him, fully exposed to
her eyes. Now was not the time for such things, however.
 
"We've got to go. The others are waiting outside the camp. Follow me."
 
Murek made no protests about following the younger girl, as she unlocked the
door and left the building. Quickly, the two departed the camp, unseen and
unfollowed, except by Kit, who was actually ahead of them, anyway.
 


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The pair quickly made their way to where the others were hiding. Merca and
Murek shared a warm moment of reunion, before the group got ready to head off.
 
"We'll go back to Navanar," Danee said decisively.
 
"Not unless you want to end up dead, you won't," Lira sneered. "First off,
Navanar is a wreck. Secondly, that's the very first place they're going to
look for you. Do you have any idea what's going to happen if they find you?
And I can only do this once. You know that if they capture you again, they're
going to be expecting me. I can't get past any kind of heavy guard. Besides,
I'll be leaving the area very soon, because they're going to be hunting me,
too."
 
"Why did you risk yourself like this?" one of the others asked. Lira just
looked at him.
 
"If you have to ask, my explanation wouldn't mean anything. Follow me." Lira
led off without waiting for further discussion. Danee was ready to protest,
but by the time she was able to open her mouth, Lira was already twenty yards
away, and the rest of the group had already begun to follow her.
 


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"Okay, this is where we part company," Lira said.
 
"Why don't you come with us?" Merca offered. "You'd be safer with us."
 
Lira did her best not to laugh at the younger girl. She couldn't conceal her
smirk, however. "No, I live on my own now, and staying together is a greater
danger, not a matter of safety. Murek, you need to come with me to get the bag
of things I rescued from the house. I couldn't grab much, but they were some
things I knew were important to each of you."
 
"Why can't we all go?" Danee complained.
 
Lira glared at her. "Because I said so. This is *my* forest, and I don't want
everyone tramping all over it. It will be easy enough for the Aspelians to
find my cave, and I don't want to make it any easier."
 
"But if you're not going to be there..." Danee continued.
 
Lira cut her off. "In order to start a search, you must have a starting point.
Why would I want to give them that? Now shut up. You're not in charge here, I
am. Murek, follow me."
 
Murek had not said a word during the exchange, and he didn't look to Danee for
guidance now. It was obvious that arguing with Lira was both futile, and
possibly dangerous. He marveled at the changes that had occurred in the girl
since she had lived with them. She was toned and strong, her skin was tanned,
and she was the most self-confident person he'd ever met. He had once offered
to have sex with her, but she had politely refused him. He had to admit he
found her even more attractive now.
 
Lira led him, without words, deep into the forest. Finally, the silence grew
heavy on him.
 
"How do you come to have a fox as a pet?"
 
"She's not a pet. She's a friend. She wandered in during a storm, and I
decided I could use the company. You're going to have to watch Danee. She
could get our family killed. She isn't as smart as she thinks she is."
 
"I know," he agreed. "If you came back with us..." he tried.
 
Lira shook her head. "I can't. If the Aspelians find me, anyone even near me
is automatically dead along with me. I won't put the others in danger like
that."
 
Conversation lapsed until the two approached Lira's cave. She led him in,
taking note that Kit stayed outside the cave, lying down in a soft patch of
grass to keep watch on things. Lira smiled at her in passing.
 
"Nice house," Murek said, without sarcasm.
 
"It kept me dry and warm," Lira said in agreement. She watched as he looked
around, taking in her humble home. She'd come to a decision on the trip up,
and she didn't wish to give him any chances to object. That's why she waited
until he was turned away from her to silently remove her sword and tunic.
 
"How did you..." he managed, as he turned back to her. The sight before him
removed his ability to speak. His eyes roamed Lira's ample chest, noting her
dark, erect nipples and the fullness of her tits.
 
Before he could speak, she knelt to unlace her boots, and quickly removed
them. She then pushed her tights off her hips, allowing them to puddle on the
floor as she stepped out of them. Her panties quickly followed suit, and she
stood before him, nude.
 
Murek still had not regained his voice as she moved toward him. Her hands
pressed lightly against his chest. She still remembered the tingle between her
legs when she had seen him naked, and she wanted to see him naked again. Her
hands insistently pulled against his clothing, not taking very long to remove
his own tunic. As her hands rubbed against his bare chest, Murek sighed in
pleasure.
 
As her hands reached down for his pants, she said, "You once offered to take
me when I was ready. I'm ready now."
 
Murek had little hope of arguing, as his pants fell down around his boots. As
his underpants joined his pants, his excitement at the thought became rather
obvious, and he felt slightly embarrassed.
 
Lira encouraged Murek to lie down on her bed, which he did rather clumsily,
due to the clothing tangled around his feet. Not that it mattered at all to
Lira. She gently took his cock into her hand, feeling the hardness that lay
just beneath the velvety soft skin. She straddled him, allowing her cunt lips
to rest along the side of his dick, pressing it against his abdomen and
trapping it between their bodies.
 
Lira leaned down and kissed Murek. She had only kissed a boy a few times
before, but enjoyed the feelings. Murek kissed back readily, gently embracing
her in his arms. His tongue slipped out and pressed against her lips. At
first, she did not know what to do, but as he applied a little more pressure,
she got the idea, and her lips parted. As his tongue slipped into her mouth,
she reveled in the wet sensation of his tongue, and marveled at how it felt
slipping against her own tongue.
 
For long moments, the two continued to kiss. Lira moved her hips against him,
keeping his cock trapped between them, and keeping him fully aroused. When she
felt she was ready, she broke their kiss and sat up. She pressed her hands to
his chest to keep him in place, and rocked her hips, grinding her soaked pussy
against him.
 
Rising up on her knees, Lira reached down to position Murek's cock at her
entrance. He tensed slightly, and realized he should caution her.
 
"Lira, the first time for a girl is usually a little painful..."
 
Lira ignored him, as she began to press her body down onto his prick. Murek
sighed as he felt the tight wetness of her cunt envelop him. He let his hands
move up to her tits, gently caressing them as she pushed herself further down
onto him.
 
Lira felt Murek come up against her maidenhead, and took a deep breath. When
she was ready, she shoved herself sharply downward onto him, piercing her
cherry and causing quite a bit of pain. Lira winced and exhaled sharply, but
kept pressing downward until she had impaled herself fully on his dick. At
that point she paused to allow the pain to subside somewhat.
 
"Gods, Lira, you're tight," Murek said in awe. He'd had a few experiences
before, but they had been at the hands of older girls who had also already had
experience. Lira's cunt was gripping his cock tight enough to be almost
painful. It was an exquisite sort of pain, though.
 
That pain became more exquisite still as Lira began to move slowly on his
dick. She noted that the pain in her pussy had nearly passed, but she was sure
she would be sore later. Not that it mattered; she felt good now. As she
continued to move on his prick, she felt even better. She couldn't believe how
wonderful it felt to have a good, hard cock stuffed into her pussy.
 
Lira began to move faster, as her cunt got hotter and wetter, loosening
slightly to allow her to ride her lover. She used her arms and legs to help
her move on him, rolling her hips against him to slip along his prick. She
enjoyed the feel of his hands on her tits, plucking at her nipples and
massaging her flesh. She felt him begin to thrust his hips upward, timing
himself to move with her, driving his rod deeper inside of her grasping cunt.
 
The couple moved together quickly, thrusting and thrashing about. Lira could
not believe the sensations that were washing over her body, and she could tell
that she would soon reach orgasm. She had not really anticipated that, but she
welcomed it, even so. It was clear that Murek was enjoying himself beneath
her. Suddenly, he tensed, and she felt a hot, sticky liquid gush up inside of
her. The feel of it was wonderful, and it triggered her own orgasm.
 
Lira screamed out, and bucked, twisting her head from side to side. Her white
hair flailed about as she climaxed, and her eyes were obscured. Not that she
noticed, since her eyes had long ago closed in enjoyment of the ecstasy
washing over her body. For a long moment, her mind was lost to the sensations
of her pussy, and she was aware only of the pleasure.
 
The moment had to fade, however, and it soon did. Lira slowly came down from
her high, and worked to catch her breath. She slowly eased off of Murek, lying
down beside him on the bed, and kissing him gently in thanks for the wonderful
experience. He smiled at her softly.
 
"I hope you're not too sore to travel," he said quietly.
 
"I'll manage," she replied. Her pussy was sore, however, and she knew she
wouldn't make very good distance on her journey today.
 
"Why did we do this?" Murek asked.
 
"Didn't you want to?"
 
"Hell, yes!" he asserted. "But you've never shown interest in me until now."
 
"Well, I haven't seen you naked and tied up until now, either," she said
playfully. He blushed.
 
"Seriously, Lira. What's going on?"
 
She took a long moment to consider whether to answer him truthfully. Then she
said, "After seeing what they were doing to you and Merca, I realized what
might happen to me if I get caught." She turned to look at him. "I wanted my
first time to be *my* choice, with someone *I* chose. I didn't want the
humiliation of being taken for the first time by some Aspelian slug."
 
"Why me, though?"
 
"Why not you? You'd offered once, you're cute, and you've always been nice to
me. I suppose I could have chosen one of the younger boys, but they might not
have been ready, as I wasn't when you asked. I knew you would probably enjoy
it."
 
"I did," he said with a smile and a soft kiss. She returned the kiss, but then
she sat up. "We need to get dressed. You've got to get back to the others, and
I have to leave."
 
"Will I ever see you again?" Murek asked.
 
Lira didn't answer him for a long time, until he said her name. Turning back
to him, she said, "Probably not."
 



 

 






