CHRONICLES OF AADYA

Episode Thirty-eight

AADYA

These past days have been so brisk that it comes off as though I barely lived a day and it's gone. Perhaps I have been occupied with things rather than taking note of the day. And the time spent with Rudina is always as comforting as the first day, and her little lad never stops touching my hair whenever he shows up. He has so much energy in him. Kids could be like that.

Al seems to be quite busy with his brother, going off into the woods and returning late this past two days, except today I've glimpsed Callen around though yet to see Al. And Gunner–I barely even glimpse him anymore.

Conan stood so still, eyes following the bird in flight. He had glued alongside me and his mother, wanting to join us in our everyday routine. He watches as children do, with that look of love and awe. His eyes stay with the bird, the beating wings capturing his mind in the most calming of ways, the same way soft waves on the beach do. It's as if he's in love with nature, with life itself, and I hope this life nurtures that sense in him.

Rudina soon allied the mushroom she had fetched with mine and then ushered them into the basket and we begin to head back.

The rustle of the stale leaves beneath Conan's feet seems soothing to watch. They fly up with every shuffle he takes. There came whispering in the air. A huffing wind rose then, stirring the trees. The day had been beautiful and the sky was like a dome of ocean blue. The clouds had looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming halo of the sun.

Though now, the clouds race across the sky, thrumming with the charged energy they are desperate to release. The rain was going to come down any moment; its distinct smell was filling the air. Plush, intertwining clouds pushed their grey front towards our path. The trees continued their protest against the wind as it blew their seeds to the ground. Maple seeds twirled down, only to get stuck on our clothes and in the grass.

"It would rain soon" Conan's voice rang out from a distance, excited perhaps. I turn to look at Rudina who wore a gentle smile.

Cue the rain. At first, it was just a slight dribble, but as we steered trying to reach the village before it strives, it became an all-out pour. We took shelter under an ageing oak, hoping that we could see out the shower. Droplets of moisture began to drip from the leaves. They were sprinkling onto the grass like a gardener's hose. Then the rainfall evolved. A wall of rain thrust over the oak and the drops were drumming against the shelter. So much rain was falling that the sound blurred into one long, whirring noise.

Rudina glance at me and I knew too well what she was about to execute. She took off, laughing as she peeks in our path before Conan joined her and I pursued. Laughing. The nectar of the gods and the serum of the sky drenched my clothes, washing down my body.

Eventually, we ran into the tent that is her kitchen. The noise against the tent was like the phut-phut-phut that ripened nuts make when they hit the ground. It wasn't the soft, sodden, swollen drops of spring we were hearing; it was like crystals were hitting the canvas roof with force. I could also hear an occasional ker-plunking sound. It was caused by the rainwater gathered on the tent falling to the ground in a great swash of release.

"Go in Conan," She tells the boy and he immediately sprinted into the house. She dropped the basket into a large jar and we both rush into the house.

I pull off my garment once Rudina returned with a new garment for me. Only leaving my inner orris-silver silk garment that the rain had caused the fabric to get thinner and somewhat transparent against my body. I was still holding my wet garment when the door suddenly pulled open and Al walks in.

He instantly froze in his step when his eyes were laid on me. I could swear I heard him groan. And then his body moved but he never stepped out of his position. His unrelenting gaze compelled me to get shy but I refused to look away and when I thought he would finally depart from this room, he began surging toward me, a spark ran through me, not certain if it was provoked by the sudden thunderstorm outside or the fact that Al would reach me in no time.

My heart slammed with the force of his lips on mine, and I whimpered. I was going to remind him of Rudina's presence yet his hand behind my head forbade. What is he thinking kissing me before Rudina with such an aura of hunger?

"Al," I mumbled between the kisses, but he groaned, claiming my mouth further.

And then I was drowning in it, in the sensation of him kissing me with such eagerness, such desire, of my body wet from the rain, and the lingering drops running off my eyelashes, of letting his hands slide freely over my wet fabric that barely covered my body and yet made thin and clinging by the rain. It was almost like having him touch my bare skin.

My body shudders as he cupped my breast over the fabric, squeezing before he tweaked the tip. I gasp, "Al" I breathed out but he never stopped. He continued his ministration, fingers dancing around my breast like wild species sending shivers down my spine. His other hand travels down to my butt before he suddenly and hardly hauled me tightly against his erection, squeezing my butt cheek—

I instantly peeled off with a force, gasping in pleasure. "Rud— Rudina" I breathe out.

"She's gone. You need not worry" No, I am worried. Unleashing even the slightest to me here, in this room is something I don't wish to imagine how it would go. And recalling the fact he did say he desire to take me on a mattress forced my heart to erupt loudly. I had barely contained my moan earlier and–

"What are you mulling over?" His hoarse voice came clashing with my thoughts. I took a step back as my eyes came upon his, scouring through my face.

The words ceased in my throat as I thought of it, though finally "You can't take me here– It–" I look away, shying from my own utterance but when I returned my eyes, he was smiling "you know–"

"Shush" He shushed shifting to me. His hand cupped my cheeks and he pressed a soft kiss on my lips.

"I won't be taking you here, my love" His hand traced my hair to its ending. And then he scooped me off the ground and mounted me on the mattress. "But..." He slightly grazed his teeth over my n****e and I moaned and then goes to lick my parched lips.

He groaned and rose to seal his mouth over mine. I was shocked by how soft his firm lips became. My right leg moves on its own, it hiked up, pressing against his hardened length. Al let out a throaty groan and then drove his clothed c**k against my knee, desperate for the friction he had just welcomed. I was certain his low groan had escaped the room.

He lifted his head, his right hand moving to a hair that had become stuck to my face, and then he returned it to the rest.

"I want to taste you" He rumoured into my ear, though I certainly understand not what he had just confessed and yet my body quivered. I made a noise of surprise, low in my throat as his fingers travels down the thin fabric, reaching the hem, his fingers were suddenly on the bare skin of my leg and he slowly begins to travel up from beneath.

He surveys me "Beautiful" The word came more of a whisper. Before he began sliding down and my eyes followed in curiosity.

I shifted once his face came so close between my legs. "Relax," he says. I did.

Again, his face moved close between my legs until I felt his tongue against my folds. I gasp, but his hands held me from moving. Slowly I began to yearn for more, the sound of the downpours fading away. My hips soon start to whine in demand, asking him to continue.

My chest heaved as he circled my folds with the tip of his tongue, and then nudged the hypersensitive knot of nerves. I moaned, my hips moving restlessly into the devious act, my muscles tightening with the clawing need to pour out my o****m. He was driving me insane "Al, please"

My body continue to quiver as he kept on coaxing me to the brink of o****m. "Please, please, please" I pleaded, yet unconvinced of what I was truly begging for. "Please, Al"

"Just a little more"

Over and over. I could feel not even a fraction of the wind nor the downpours as sweat misted my skin and my heart felt like it would burst. His tongue remained on my folds, tireless and demonic and a single stroke caused me—

"Al!"

My voice set out– and his wild tongue right on cue dived into me causing my breath to seize from my throat, my body jerked up and I scraped my nails along his shoulder. The thrust and shallow plunges were driving me insane and the way he flickered his tongue made me wrap my legs around his neck, being consumed by much pleasure.

"Yes!" I moaned, muffling them into the fur I had grabbed.

Al' yanked the fur off my grip in a split moment. "I want to hear them" He tore his lips to demand and a finger unexpectedly slide into me.

"Al!"

"Yes... Exactly like that"

His finger soon we're replaced by his cruel tongue as they started their shifting, diving and curling up, now so torturously slow. Then his thumb was on my folds, fondling it in a way that had my hips churning. And again I wrapped my leg around his neck, hooking him closer.

I feel like I was being eaten up from the inside when his tongue began to go wild, provoking every last nerve remaining that no thoughts or dreams could ever come close to how I felt having his tongue dive into me with such passion.

A flick inside caused a thunderstorm to erupt within me that made my o****m explode through me like heavy rainfall. I cried as the wave came crashing on me, I trembled, my entire body being too fragile to even move an inch.

Silence fell, interrupted only by our breaths. The downpours had already stopped.