Post by Jaiden Liatris-Durante (D) on Jan 18, 2008 17:30:54 GMT -5
I lay in a hot tub of water, soaking my bruised and painful body. Idly I watched water drip from the cool tiles lining the whole room, stretched out in the healing water. A fierce pain in my lower back kept me still and focused on my breathing, on anything else but the pain.
I hated to admit I was worried.
Today had been perfect to ride out. Elton and I took to the woods with fierce joy, a royal huntsman in tow with a brace of dogs to flush prey. I carried spear and sword, loving the thrill of the hunt, Elton silent and deadly at my side.
How I loved the man! Despite all the history between us, and his underhanded ploy to marry me, I loved him. I'd woken him that morning with kisses, my mouth slipping down his shaft and brining him to climax. We hadn't set out as early as planned, but the loving had been worth it.
I was looking over at him, watching the slow smile spread on his beloved face, remembering his sighs and gasps under my ministrations when my hunter, a new coltish thing, high spirited, spooked at a flushed stag.
He reared back, and caught me off guard. I only just managed to stay in the saddle. No, it was he dead fall he tangled himself in that did it. He snapped a leg, and I went careening through the air to land in a battered heap. The breath was knocked from me and I lay stunned, ears ringing. Elton was by me in a flash, cradling me in his arms and caressing every inch of me to check for wounds.
I didn't tell him my belly hurt. He'd only fuss. I was fine, had taken worse falls before. Gradually I'd gotten to my feet. The huntsman was by the horse. Poor thing was floundering to get up, foaming and wild eyed. I unsheathed my sword and swiftly dispatched him, a mercy.
Elton insisted we return home. I complied. I hurt. And my back was killing me. He fussed and coddled, pleaded and yelled to summon the healer. We fought and I retreated here.
Sighing I stood up, stepping out of the bath and wrapping a bath sheet around my slim body. Absently I rubbed the growing child in my belly and went to go find it's father and talk some sense into his thick head.
I hated to admit I was worried.
Today had been perfect to ride out. Elton and I took to the woods with fierce joy, a royal huntsman in tow with a brace of dogs to flush prey. I carried spear and sword, loving the thrill of the hunt, Elton silent and deadly at my side.
How I loved the man! Despite all the history between us, and his underhanded ploy to marry me, I loved him. I'd woken him that morning with kisses, my mouth slipping down his shaft and brining him to climax. We hadn't set out as early as planned, but the loving had been worth it.
I was looking over at him, watching the slow smile spread on his beloved face, remembering his sighs and gasps under my ministrations when my hunter, a new coltish thing, high spirited, spooked at a flushed stag.
He reared back, and caught me off guard. I only just managed to stay in the saddle. No, it was he dead fall he tangled himself in that did it. He snapped a leg, and I went careening through the air to land in a battered heap. The breath was knocked from me and I lay stunned, ears ringing. Elton was by me in a flash, cradling me in his arms and caressing every inch of me to check for wounds.
I didn't tell him my belly hurt. He'd only fuss. I was fine, had taken worse falls before. Gradually I'd gotten to my feet. The huntsman was by the horse. Poor thing was floundering to get up, foaming and wild eyed. I unsheathed my sword and swiftly dispatched him, a mercy.
Elton insisted we return home. I complied. I hurt. And my back was killing me. He fussed and coddled, pleaded and yelled to summon the healer. We fought and I retreated here.
Sighing I stood up, stepping out of the bath and wrapping a bath sheet around my slim body. Absently I rubbed the growing child in my belly and went to go find it's father and talk some sense into his thick head.