Erotic Mists (BBW Erotica,Supernatural,WMBW) (2 page)

He’d gotten used to being alone and never expected to have anyone look in on where he slept. He loved to read and had gotten a bit sloppy but he quickly apologized to her for the mess. Nyah only smiled and asked to sleep in the room parallel to his. She reasoned that it would be lonely sleeping anywhere else and would prefer to have him close by.

His blue eyes lit up at the request and he gladly agreed to it. Even though he could never have such a beautiful woman in his bed, being near her would suffice. And so, he prepared the room for her comfort.

***

"How is it that you're here all alone?" Nyah asked.

The two were seated at the dining table and supped on a meal of roasted salmon, baked potatoes and red wine.

"My brothers and superior left on a pilgrimage to Helvahr's temple…but they disappeared. I don't know what became of them." he replied sadly.

"Oh...I am sorry if I..."

"It’s alright. I've had time to come to terms with their loss. I'm sure you’re wondering why I remain here in this secluded place. Although it is lonely I have nowhere else to go. I'm an orphan and was put into the care of the monks. This place has been my home ever since."

"Haven't you ever wanted to see what was beyond the mountains?" she asked.

"I have, but I promised to look after the monastery. Besides, it is dangerous out there, is it not? You carry weapons and you know magic. All of that gives the impression that one would need these things for protection. All I have are my prayers."

"Prayers can be just as powerful Jan. Have you lost faith in your god?"

"No…well…not entirely. He did send someone to me in the end." he smiled.

"You believe that my passing through here is by his will?" she asked with a tone that resounded both curiosity and disbelief.

"Yes. I was merely put through a trial." he replied in an assured tone.

"Supposing your brothers were killed…would that be part of his plan as well?"

Jan grew silent and thought for a moment. Before he could answer however, Nyah broke the silence with an apology.

"I'm sorry Jan. I've seen many things in my travels. The innocent always seem to suffer regardless of what faiths they hold dear. In a way I envy you. You have a beautiful home and a god who watches over you, whereas I am just a faithless wanderer. I hope that your brothers do come back to you. I do not believe the gods put me on this path but I'm happy to be here nonetheless.” she said with sincerity.

He smiled and nodded

"Why are you traveling through the mountains? If you don't mind my asking." he asked.

She smiled and looked down at her white hand in response to his question.

"I seek to become more powerful. Did you know that there is a school on the highest peak that overshadows this place? Up there are the supreme masters of the elements. They can summon great storms; snow and lightning with just the wave of a hand. I would like to learn what I can from them."

"I have heard stories…but I was told that their powers are only used for destruction. A contrast to what we believe great power should be used for."

"Like you I am an orphan, but I wasn't given a home like this or given to kind monks. I had to learn to defend myself from all sorts of bad people. I come from the district of Hallows Gale in the city of Cal’Duun. It is not the beautiful place that most people think it to be. It is run by murderers, thieves and all kinds of demonic evils. What I learn, I intend to use in my defense."

"My apologies. I didn't mean to offend you. My views of the world are very limited, living here all alone. I hope you will attain what you seek at the end of your journey.”

"And what of your journey? Does it begin and end here?" she asked.

He was puzzled at the question, but deep down he knew that he did not want his journey to end here. Despite the warnings, there was so much he did not know and wanted to experience. He hated to think of his home as a prison but in essence he felt trapped. Still, he could not forsake the monastery. He’d given his word to Rolfan to look after it. But he did wish that he could journey with her. She possessed an intelligence that could never be attained from just reading books. His heart suddenly began to ache at the thought of her imminent departure.

"Jan? Are you alright?" she asked in a concerned tone.

"Yes...I was just thinking. How long do you plan to stay here?"

"As soon as the storm is over, I will take my leave. Why? Have I outstayed my welcome?" she said with a mischievous smile.

"No-no. On the contrary I would like if you stayed with me. I-I mean...I can restock your supplies and show you the safest route through the mountains."

She smiled bashfully as if she knew what he was really thinking. He wanted her to remain with him.

"I'd like that very much Jan. Thank you. Maybe it’s just as well. Yazra and I have no home, really. We're constantly moving from place to place. It would be lovely to have a warm bed for a few nights."

“You are welcome to stay as long as you like.” he smiled.

**

The hour had grown late and Jan bid Nyah goodnight. Before he headed to his room, he made sure to show her around. When he last saw her, she’d gone out to check on Yazra. The weather had grown considerably worse and might be unsettling to her mount, as she’d explained.

A mixture of rain and hail pelted down on the rafters and it sounded as if a million tiny pebbles were simultaneously falling from the heavens. Jan loved the sound however, and began to wonder if the school’s mages were the ones responsible for this storm. He hoped that it wouldn’t last too long; otherwise the river might overflow and flood the grounds. That would not be good for him or his guests.

It had happened once before, but at the time he wasn’t alone. It took an entire month for the icy waters to recede and the earth was left a slippery and slushy mess. He remembered how he and the other boys used to splash and play in the icy puddles when they were young. It was a beautiful and nostalgic memory. One he would have liked Nyah to experience. From what she disclosed, he knew that she didn’t have a very good childhood and he worried for her.

As he lay down against his pillows, his mind settled on his new visitor. He wondered if she liked him as well. Or was she only concerned with increasing her strength in the arts of magic? If only he had the means to protect the buxom beauty from danger. Only then would she be able to stay with him. It was unrealistic idea, but for him this thought was as beautiful as a bedtime fairytale. Nevertheless, he became lost in his fantasies and soon drifted off to sleep.

**

The loud
, rumbling of thunder made the walls of Jan’s room vibrate, waking him from a tranquil dream. He did not know how much time had passed but as he looked to the window, he saw that it was still pitch black outside.  He lit the candelabra and headed for the door. He wanted to check on Nyah to make sure that all was well with her. He thought that she too might have been startled by the noise and wanted to assure her that the monastery was sturdy and wouldn’t succumb to a meager hailstorm.

He stepped out into the hallway and found that the door to her room was ajar. He gently knocked against the wooden door and waited for a response. There was none. He slowly opened the creaking door and saw that she was missing from the room. In fact, the bed hadn’t even been touched. The grey sheets were still folded neatly over the mattress and the pillows had no indentations or wrinkles in their centers.

“Where has she gone?” he whispered to himself.

He made his way down to the bottom floor, thinking that she might have gone out to Yazra. The latch to the front door had not been disturbed however, and there was only one place she could be. He looked towards the direction of the bathhouse and a pale blue light flickered against the walls. Curious to find out what was going on he blew the candles out and crept towards the wing to investigate.

As he drew closer, he heard a mysterious voice in the distance. It sounded as if Nyah was whispering to someone…but to whom? That flickering light and the whispers instantly fed the fires of curiosity in him and he was determined to get to the bottom of this. It occurred to him that she might be undressed, but this thought did not deter him at all. If anything, it urged him on. Just this once, he would have liked to see her without the bulky armor. It was wrong, but he knew he might never get the chance again.  A little peek wouldn’t hurt.

As he approached the door he remembered that there was a tiny crack through which he could get a view of the area inside. He’d always meant to repair it but it would constantly slip his mind. What he would see next would make him glad that he hadn’t been so hasty to replace the broken planks.

Nyah sat on the damp tiled floor at the pool’s edge, with loosely fitting white robes clinging to her body. They belonged to him; he had lent them to her for the night. Between her legs was a bald man of chalky-white skin, who dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs. He held them apart while he buried his face into her mound and devoured her plump labia. Her discoloured hand rested upon his smooth head and was now bleached white.

The man stood waist deep in the pool and the muscles in his back and arms rippled as he spread her legs further apart to give himself better access to her mound. Jan was both frightened and aroused at the sight.  He had never seen such a thing and could not look away.

She whispered strange words that he could not understand and waved her white hand over the steaming water pool. A blue mist suddenly filled the room, swirling round the pair like the spiraling wisps of smoke produced from lit incense sticks. Within a few seconds another pale man emerged from the pool’s depths and clumsily climbed out to stand at her side. It stood upright and Jan finally got a good look at it.

Unlike humans, this creature had no eyes, ears, nostrils, mouth or genitals. Its face was a blank slate of pearl and it looked like a sexless marble statue which was yet to be perfected by its sculptor.

He tried to examine this one and the other more carefully but Nyah’s sobs of pleasure distracted him from the task. She arched her back and writhed against the creature's face as its jaw moved voraciously against her glistening mound. She was beside herself in pleasure but she waved her hand at the second creature and issued a command amidst the purring. A blue misty aura surrounded her hand and the creature fell to its knees, at her side.

Without hesitation, it tore the robe away from her chest revealing a pair of voluptuous breasts, tipped with pointed dark nipples. Its hand slipped round the right orb and he gently squeezed the fleshy gland in his palm. His head slowly dropped down to her breast and a white mouth took shape on his face. A large pink tongue suddenly protruded from the orifice and flicked at the stiff bud.

Jan's cock was now rock hard beneath his robes and rose upright against his stomach. He swallowed hard and his hand instinctively reached down to soothe the swollen organ. One stroke was so pleasing to him that he could not stop. He reached between the folds of his garb and took the thick organ in hand. It seared with heat and a film of silky moisture had collected at its bulbous tip. He wanted to groan out loud as she did, but that would give him away and cut the spectacle short.

His mouth had gone dry and his breaths grew shorter as he pumped his stiff erection. Nyah’s moaning had gone an octave higher as the creatures pleasured her. No doubt she was doing her best to stifle her cries because they would have echoed throughout the halls if she became lost in her pleasure. Little did she know that she had already attracted Jan’s attention, who now peered through the tiny opening.

He looked on as the creature at her breast curled its tongue round the brown areola, leaving glistening trails of moisture over her skin. He pulled at her nipple with his mouth and made lingering sucking sounds which matched the slurping of the other creature between her legs. While he sucked on the tender nether lips, his long white fingers held her labia apart, giving Jan an obstructed view of the fleshy, bright-pink folds of her sex. Its tongue lunged forward and Nyah’s pelvis jerked as it invaded her core. A spray of clear liquid suddenly squirted from her pussy and unto his face, but the creature was not deterred. It continued its devotion as if its life depended on it.