Swords with Souls
A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story
By Dan Watt
(Author of BARD series)
(Author of the Plagueborn series)
– Adult content –
On Your Life
When their passion is satiated, she lays her cheek on her hand over his chest.
“I can feel your heart beat,” she whispers.
He brushes her hair from her face so he can gaze at her staring eyes in the moonlight shining through the sole window.
“There is also a giant–a true giant and a damaged faie child with my daughter.” She curls her fingers and gently presses the fingertips into his skin.
He strokes her cheek. “I’ve met the first two.” And in a quieter voice, “And one with wide spaced eyes along with a deadly sword wielder.”
“The giants and dwarves are changing. The youngest are stronger, smarter, and more determined.” She slides up until her breasts are pressing against his chest. “I need to change you too,” she says.
All he can see is the internal light in her eyes and the determination on her face. He gulps. “Do I ask why?”
“It has to be willing.” She spreads her legs over his hips and leans back on her shins.
“Will it hurt?” he asks, half joking.
“No,” she replies placing her hands on his chest. “But it will allow your seed to grow inside me. And….”
“What?”
“Well, that you would have to find out,” she says while digging her fingernails into his chest.
“Do it, my love,” he says with conviction.
“Stay here,” she tells him and climbs off him. Naked she hurries outside.
In a moment she’s back holding a wooden bowl with her left hand. He notices a poorly tied cloth around her right wrists.
“You cut yourself,” he says sitting up.
“Yes.” She proffers the bowl to him. “Eat.”
Inside the bowl he sees a mushroom covered in a viscous cherry red liquid. He looks suspiciously up at her.
“Eat,” she says, caressing his cheek.
When he’s finished, she has him drink from one of his wooden cups. She must have made the concoction before this night. The bitter taste of dandelion is combined with watercress.
“Swish it around,” she tells him, pouring more of the fluid into his mouth.
When the cup is empty, she dabs his lips with a cloth and tells him, “Close your eyes.”
With his eyes closed he feels her climb over him and the ends of her hair caress his chin and chest. He clasps onto her hips as her breasts press against his chest.
Afterwards he feels her lean forward and her lips tickle his ear as she whispers, “I choose you.”
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