It wasn't to be though. I very slowly became aware of an excruciating pain the likes of which I had never known. I suddenly could feel my burned body again, and as I gained feeling again the pain increased until darkness took me again. I didn't have eyes, the fire had melted them, but as I became aware again after who knew how long, it felt as though I were still on fire, and it felt like my flesh was bubbling. I couldn't make a sound, and I couldn't move an inch. My mind was fogged, I couldn't think. I was a mass of pain. Blind, deaf, mute and mindless.
Whenever the pain became too much I lost consciousness again, which usually happened when it suddenly became a color behind my empty eye sockets. It felt like being immersed in flowing lava every time, and I couldn't scream.
I have no idea how long I was in such a state, but slowly my eyes seemed to regrow, though I was still blind. My flesh still felt as if I were on fire all the time, but slowly my burned lungs healed and it became a little easier to take a breath after beginning to breathe at all. One day when that awful burning feeling came over me again, it felt suddenly as though something was poured on me, and I felt my body seize, moving instinctively in convulsions that caused more pain. I felt something touch my burned body, and what I didn't know was my mouth was pulled open, and something was poured down my throat. I couldn't taste it, I had no tongue, but my body didn't seem able to get it down just the same. I don't know what happened, but I lost consciousness again.
When I awoke next, the pain was marginally less, my tongue had regrown, and while it was very quiet, I seemed to have a voice again, raspy, croaking, but a voice all the same. A groan came out of me, and there was a bright light across my vision where very faint shadows moved now and then. I still couldn't move my body, but it seemed that I had healed a great deal in the time I had been out. There was more awareness as well, as if my brain had healed as well and was no longer cooked in my skull. I could think, and emotions came back in a rush. I panicked, remembering vividly the fire, and a croaked scream came out of me. I felt firm hands push my arching, writhing body back down on the flat surface I could suddenly feel beneath my pained body. Some of my nerve endings seemed to have restored as well.
I was afraid. I couldn't see who was touching me, I had no idea where or even when I was. Something familiar came over me, a soothing calm that I instinctively fought against. I had no idea what was going on, but as I tried to fight the familiar calm that certainly wasn't coming from me, it grew stronger, washing over me like waves of the ocean I loved so much. I couldn't fight for long, and I felt as if I were enveloped in calm, still waters, and I fell back into unconsciousness.
I woke again, and the shadows in my eyes were darker, and beginning to take shape. It seemed I had woken because I could feel cold water on my skin. Even the linen cloth hurt, but the water was so soothing that had my tear ducts still been functional I would have cried. Someone was slowly healing me. Someone was tenderly caring for my burnt and broken body. I felt so thirsty suddenly for the first time since burning. I didn't know which language this person spoke, but I couldn't remember any but my native language and whispered for water.
To my great surprise the person brought something to my mouth after lifting my head up, and I felt cold water slide down my throat and it was so nice I heard myself groan. There was a slight strange taste to it though, as if something sweet and metallic had been put in it. My stomach churned, but the water stayed down. The calming feeling coming off of the familiar presence started to make me sink back into darkness, and I thought I must have heard him wrong. It was quiet, and I thought I was hearing things.
“I set you on fire and now you're mine again.” The voice was male, but the emotion that it elicited in me was realization and a longing that almost choked me. I knew that voice. I hadn't heard it since leaving Greece. And the voice spoke my native language. He was back, he'd saved me. The fact I thought I heard him say he had been the one to set me on fire was lost as I fell into an almost painless sleep.
When I woke yet again, I found I had eyelids and had to open my eyes. My vision was blurry, but I could see colors again, and shapes. There was no presence in the vicinity, and I groaned as I forced myself to sit up. My skin hurt, and since I couldn't see it well enough to inspect with my eyes, I reached a hand to feel instead. My flesh was sticky, flaky, bubbled and hard all at the same time. It felt like what we now call third degree burns, and I couldn't imagine what I had looked like before.
As I felt my hand along my pained flesh, I realize that my breasts were practically gone, and I had no hair whatsoever. No eyebrows, lashes, no hair on my head, nothing. Any loose skin; lips, ears, my breasts, my nose; all of it was gone. My eyes had regrown, and I had lashless lids, and my nose was beginning to grow back, as were my lips and ears. Suddenly I was glad that I was mostly blind so I couldn't see myself.
I heard a door open, and a shape appeared in my blurred vision as it opened and a figure came through it. “You shouldn't be sitting up.” It was that man's voice again in my native language. Had I been able to cry I would have. I asked in a scratchy, croaking voice how he found me, where were we, why did he leave for so, so long. He pushed me gently back down onto the flat surface, and he didn't answer any of my questions. He helped me lift my head again, and held the clay cup to my mouth to drink the cold, odd tasting water. This time, aside from what unfortunately spilled, I was able to drink the entire cup.
I immediately felt my skin bubble, as if it was boiling water, and my innards writhed. A hoarse scream came out of me, and the indigo-eyed man held me down as my body seemed to have a seizure. There was definitely something in the water. I could taste it now. My body was entirely out of my control as it writhed inside and out, hoarse screams coming out of me as more of my body seemed to light on fire and I became aware of more of my body parts. Something was put in my mouth and somehow I knew it was to keep me from biting my new tongue and choking on my own blood.
It was several minutes before the pain dulled to a constant, moderate ache. I was gasping for breath, but the pain hadn't made me faint this time for more than a few seconds at a time. My body was tended to, where my skin had split and was oozing blood and something foul smelling, I felt a cold, damp cloth gently wipe everything away. The stick that had been shoved between my teeth was removed when the seizure ended, and a soft, deep, quiet voice so familiar to me told old stories while he cleaned my sickened, healing body.
They were the stories my mother used to tell me when I had been very small. My body jerked now and then as it was wiped down, and my eyes burned as if I were trying to cry but couldn't. I closed them, listening to the soothing sound of his voice and hoped that he would stay with me this time.
It took weeks for me to heal in this manner. I would be given the altered water every day. It caused seizures and eventually vomiting, but it somehow sped up my healing exponentially. My voice returned as I healed, though I still didn't say much. When I had healed enough I was moved to a soft surface that quite honestly felt like clouds. My vision was blurry, but I was regaining it steadily as well. I was so weak and in pain that sitting up was agony. It took what seemed like months for my body to heal enough that I had some semblance of normal sensation. I had not been able to eat a morsel in all that time, and by the time I healed to the point my hair could start growing again, I was skin and bones.
As my sight returned fully, I was able to see the place I was in. I didn't recognize anything at all. The walls were stone, and the bed I was in was so soft I was certain that no such material was within the capabilities of humans in the 1600s. It was the most comfortable four poster bed I had been in in my entire life. The sheer hangings were drawn back so that I could see the rest of the room. There was furniture the likes of which I had never seen. Everything was polished, rich wood, intricately and elegantly carved as if by hand. It looked both new and incredibly old at the same time. There was a large, plush, intricately patterned area rug on the marble floor. Where on earth was I?
I was not permitted to leave the bed except for the washroom. I saw no other people aside from the indigo-eyed man, who saw to my care more diligently than I ever could have. He even began bringing a cream for growing my hair that was tinted a strange pink color. Soon enough, I had a great deal of red fuzz on my head, in just a matter of days.
After I was permitted to sit up in the enormous bed, I began to see other people. But they weren't like any servants I had ever seen before. Some wore strange clothing, while others wore clothing of time periods long past. Some people had pitch black skin, while others were bronzed or pale. I'd never seen people living in one place with such a spectrum and it baffled me. Only women tended to me aside from him. He still took time to bring medicine and treat by burns himself, but the servants he sent now took over bathing me gently, bringing me small, light meals.
I still, after all this time, did not eat meat. The bread was different here, it wasn't as dense, not as hard, and the way it tasted was unlike anything I had ever tasted. I ate it with every meal, I couldn't get enough of it. The types of dishes that were cooked and brought to me were different too. I had never seen such a thick stew full of vegetables before. I didn't know how they thickened the broth without meat. A servant one day told me when I couldn't bear it anymore and I asked. Flour they said. A little flour like what they used for the bread. I was astonished. The vegetable stew became a favorite of mine, and it helped to increase my appetite slowly until I was eating more than I had in decades.
One day I asked where I was, and the two women who were helping me step into my first normal bath in who knew how long looked at one another and told me that that was a question for the master to answer. I assumed they were talking about the indigo-eyed man. So when he came to gently massage a strange red colored oil into my rapidly growing hair, I asked.
“We are in my Home.” I asked what he meant by that, but he didn't answer. So instead I asked how long it had been since he had found me and brought me there. I was shocked that it had been a full year.. He told me that I had been so badly burned that I had died repeatedly over the first six months as he healed me. It had been a year and my skin had only just lost it's shriveled, dry, cracked and blistered texture. I was still reddened and even brown in some places where I had not fully healed yet. My hair was only a couple of inches long, and that was growing so rapidly that one of the servant women actually said at one point she could visibly see it growing.
Even after a year, I still could not walk well, even with assistance, but it seemed to be one of the things that the indigo-eyed man seemed to take it upon himself to work on with me. Some of the women who tended to me sometimes quietly remarked that they thought that their master had finally found a mate to take. They wondered if I would be their queen. I was always only half awake when I heard them, and by the time I woke again, I couldn't remember exactly what was said to ask about it. I remember being confused because there was no way I would become any sort of queen any longer. Egypt had a new government entirely, pharaohs had died out long ago because of the Romans. That was the only throne I had claim to. My native language was gone even. With the rise of Islam, people spoke Arabic, not Egyptian. I was part of history. There was nothing but ruins left of my entire people and culture.
Whenever I asked questions the women tending to me looked at one another but always told me that I had to ask the indigo-eyed man. And when I did ask him, he was always cryptic with his answers, which left me more confused and curious than ever. Eventually I was allowed to sit on the balcony that was attached to the room I was in. The first time the curtains were opened and the doors flung wide for the fresh air, I actually fell on the floor in shock. The sky was purple, and there were two suns!
I was so shocked that the attendants ran to get their master while leaving someone with me to try and help me up from the marble floor that was always strangely warm. I didn't have enough strength in my legs yet to be able to get up on my own, or even with assistance from so low a spot, and the woman with me didn't have the strength to lift me. She stayed with me, grabbing a blanket to keep me warm while the other fled to get the indigo-eyed man. I should probably at this point give him some sort of name, but at the time I didn't know his name even after knowing him from my infancy.
This was the same man who had been my personal guard, the same man who had freed me from Rome, stolen my child, found me when my mother was murdered, the man I had spent five hundred years with in Greece. And he had still never told me his name. Though in the past I had always called him by the name he had used in Egypt. Osirek. I knew he had gone by other names since then, but I had always called him by that name.
It took my shock at a purple sky and bruising my newly healed legs in my fall for me to get some answers. When he returned with my half panicked attendant some time later, he scooped me up and I shouted in pain even though he was gentle. My skin was bleeding in a couple of spot because it was so fragile and new still that it was like crepe paper it was so delicate. My cuts were addressed, and I demanded to know where I was. Why were there two suns? Why was the sky purple? Why were the people here so silent about my questions? I was glaring at him, but his expression was impassive as he checked my new bruises from the marble floor.
I was still rapid firing questions at him even though he was ignoring my words it seemed, when suddenly he silenced me with a kiss. It was the kind he had given me in Philae when he had left me there. And he did it right in front of his servants no less, who merely made themselves busy with making me something to eat to have on the balcony.
It was the same fire I remembered, but when I reached for him he held me back and broke the kiss. “You are not well enough yet.” He called out to the two women to bring lunch for two. It seemed he was going to join me. I think that he thought that I had forgotten about my questions, but while he left me quite breathless, I had not forgotten, and I didn't intend to let the matter rest either. I let him carry me to the table on the balcony, infinitely grateful for the fresh air even if the view was both astonishingly beautiful and bizarre are the same time.
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The balcony was several stories up, and everywhere you looked was a vast green landscape, with towns or villages dotting here and there, snaking roads going from one to the other, an ocean nearby and a lake in the distance in the bowl of rolling green hills. It wasn't winter here either, but the air smelled fresh, like mid Spring does when flowers are blooming in earnest. As I said, the sky was purple, but it wasn't a deep purple, but a very pale lavender, almost pastel in tone, and there were two suns in different spots in the sky, though it wasn't any brighter than our dimension is.
That was the only explanation. I had been to different dimensions before when I went to the Cove for my training of course, but this was different. There weren't Gods living here these were ordinary people. The lunch was brought to us and it was heartier than normal, and I was glad because I was famished. I had been famished constantly as my body healed and I began to move around again. The food in this place was excellent, there was never anything I didn't like, and no one ever tried to give me meat.
I dug into the savory stew, and the fresh bread and cheese also, but I told Osirek I wanted my questions answered still. He sighed, clearly hoping he had successfully distracted me from my curiosity. But he knew by now after having lived with me for five hundred years in the past that no such thing ever happened.
He told me this was his home, a different dimension from the Earth I knew. He told me that he had found my body badly burned but my heart still beating periodically. He refused to answer me how he found me. He told me he brought me here to his home dimension to get me away from the widespread witch hunts in Europe, to let me heal and to give me some peace where I wouldn't have to hide what I was. He ruled the planet, he said, and I would be treated with respect for as long as I resided there.
I asked him why his servants were talking among themselves about me being a queen. I wasn't royalty anymore. To my surprise, he told me because I was his. That I had always been and always would be his. I was astonished, and I couldn't help but smile. For now my questions ceased, and we finished lunch with him telling me that once I was strong enough I could leave my chambers, escorted of course, and go wherever I pleased. Clearly, he intended for me to stay. I didn't argue since I wanted to stay with him. I finished my meal for a change without even noticing it.
He started having lunch and dinner with me daily since it seemed to be good for my health and my appetite. He spent time teaching me the language every day, and so did the attendants that had been assigned to me. I picked up the language easily in the following weeks. I gained weight from all of the rich food as well. I had been shriveled skin and bones, and after months since I had begun to regain consciousness I was finally beginning to fill out again. My hair was growing so rapidly with Osirek's treatments that it was nearly to my shoulders already and the maidservants were beginning to do things with it. Most often it was small, thin braids spaced throughout loose hair.
My vision returned to normal quickly, and the pain in my body also quickly faded once I reached a certain point. I steadily felt better, my energy returned, I was able to move more, and within a couple of weeks I was able to walk short distances without assistance. I started being hungry constantly. I was always ravenous. Osirek was having meals sent to me six or more times a day, and I was rapidly gaining weight again.
Sleeping was an issue. I often woke screaming, dreams of fire and pain and a cruel man with red eyes. There were times the terrors were so bad that I accidentally hurt myself before I was wakened, and I would end up hurting the maidservants who would try to wake me. After it was clear that it was a real issue, it was him who woke me. I couldn't hurt him. And once I was well enough, he started to sleep beside me, and I would fall asleep easier and more peacefully in his arms. He was gentle with me, tender in a way I wasn't used to. Sometimes I would catch him looking at me with what looked like guilt in his eyes, but I assumed I was wrong, because the moment he caught my eyes on him the expression disappeared entirely.
As my health improved, Osirek would take me out of the palace and down to the shore. At first he had to carry me most of the way, but as time went on I was able to walk farther and farther until I was able to walk the entire distance. The ocean here was magnificent. It was bio-luminescent at night, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I started to spend a great deal of time on the shore or in the vast library. Sometimes I would take a book down to the shore and read all day until someone came to fetch me for a meal.
One evening I went down to the shore I found that a space had been made for me, with a comfortable lounge chair and a magic torch that couldn't be blown out by the wind so that I could see. I found a small scroll tied to the arm of the lounge that had a light blanket draped over the back of it. It was from Osirek. I don't remember now what it said, but I remember how it made me smile. He had thought of me, my comfort and how much I enjoyed the sea that here glowed red and blue, as if someone had taken glowing paint and splotched it all over. The waves turned purple sometimes as the algae mixed.
As my strength gained, which at once point started to return in leaps and bounds rather than slowly, I was able to take walks along the beach, or the palace gardens. One day one of my attendants brought an enormous armful of various flowers from the gardens, most of which you wouldn't find here in this dimension. She told me they were from her master and that he wanted to have dinner with me that night. Now, we had dinner together almost every night, the exception being when something came up and he could not join me. So for him to specifically say that we would have dinner, I knew it had to mean something more. Especially with the presence of the flowers that I asked to be put into a vase on a small table in the room.
I had finally fully regained my former appearance, and it had been almost a year since I had regained myself and consciousness. So it had in total been two years since I had been burned at the stake. My hair was fuller than ever, and my maidservants were always doing intricate things with it now. I had gotten used to the deferential treatment I was given by now, and being bathed meticulously, my skin cared for with minute dedication, my hair brushed for me until it gleamed; I was used to all of it. That's not to say I wasn't grateful for their hard work, but at the same time, I have to admit that I enjoyed a life of leisure finally.
I dressed in whatever clothes suited me, I didn't care what time period they were from, but I most often wore clothes from the past. Belted dresses that flattered my returned figure and dragged the floor, and if I wore shoes at all, they were flat ones that slipped on easily. This evening they dressed me in a dress of midnight blue with golden embroidery in the pattern of vines along the hem and sleeves, and pinned up my hair in an intricately braided type of bun that had strands of sapphires and diamonds wound all through it so that my red hair sparked with light now and then.
Catching sight of myself in a modern mirror that didn't exist on Earth yet, I was shocked. I hadn't looked so good in so long I was a little overwhelmed to be myself once more. It had taken two years for my body to heal and regain strength. The maidservants were clearly satisfied with what they'd done, complimenting my appearance. I felt strange to be genuinely smiling for the first time in years. One of the butler's whom I had seen now and then came to announce that dinner was ready, and escorted me to a room I hadn't been in yet. It was a small dining room. The table had probably twelve chairs to it, but only two places were set, the head of the table and the first seat to the left. I knew from old fashioned culture that a master of the estates wife or fiancée was set in that place when dining formally like that. I felt my chest constrict at the sight of that and of Osirek standing from his chair as I entered the room. He smiled at me in a way I had never seen before, and the expression in those indigo eyes that matched my dress made me shiver. He hadn't looked at me like that since Greece.
He acted the part of a perfect gentleman all through dinner. My preference to not eat meat was, as always, kept in mind. While he had some sort of steak and vegetables, my dishes were of hearty vegetarian foods. There was a small egg pie with greens mixed in it, a salad of greens and fruits that had become a favorite of mine, and a thick broccoli cheddar soup served in a bowl made of bread. Because my appetite here had skyrocketed, I managed to eat all of my food. Fire had increased my metabolism and eating like a bird actually made me sick now, and Osirek seemed pleased by this. An apple pie with cream was brought to us after even all of that, and I wasn't able to finish all of the piece that time, but I felt as if I had eaten enough for two people.
With dinner finished Osirek suggested a walk in the gardens. It was a clear night, warm, and all four moons were out in different stages. It was bright as we walked, talking amicably. When I asked what the occasion was for such an evening, he said that it was to celebrate my finally being healed. I found myself smiling again. I was so unused to such a thing I found myself looking at the ground and trying to hide my face. It felt foreign to smile and my face felt strange. He stopped me from continuing to walk and made me look at him. I should probably mention that he was so much taller in this world than he was in mine. I barely reached his chest, he had to be near, if not over, seven feet tall here.
“Do not hide from me,” he said. I knew he meant trying to hide the fact he had made me smile. Even after all this time he was still the only person I had ever felt this way for. The way he was looking at me took my breath away. The next moment his lips were on mine and my mouth automatically opened for him.
I felt like I had come home somehow. It had been so long since I had been kissed by this man I felt like I couldn't stand it. That familiar feeling I sometimes got washed over me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I forgot we were in the gardens where anyone could see us. His kisses always had left me completely breathless, and now was no exception. By the time he pulled away from me I was gasping. Osirek didn't seem to have the patience to let me walk back into the palace, and he scooped me up into his arms without any warning. We passed servants on the way back up to our chambers, and I caught sight of concerned expressions.
He ordered the maidservants out of the room and told them not to disturb us and they shut the door as they left, glancing at one another. I was deposited onto the bed once the door was shut and Osirek loomed over me for a moment before he leaned down to kiss me again. His hands were bigger here as well, and feeling them moving over my body made my back arch. A soft moan escaped me this time as he stole my breath away, and I could feel his hot hands sliding up my legs from my ankles, pulling the skirt of my dress up as he went along. It sent a shiver down my spine.
My dress ended up bunched around my waist, and my own hands had been undoing the buttons of his shirt to get to the warm, firm flesh underneath. The growl that came out of him into my mouth made me shiver, and he yanked my skirts higher. That searing kiss was broken when he slid a finger into me and my head tipped back as a cry escaped me. I was already melting in his grasp, but when he added a second digit my back arched, and I knew I'd be putty in his hands as always.
His fingers moved in and out of me, and he muffled my moans with yet another of his burning kisses. My body seemed to only respond this way to him, and it didn't feel like it was very long before my walls were spasming around those two fingers. The satisfied smile on his face as he removed them from me made me break out in goosebumps. I knew he was far from done with me, but he did something I didn't expect. He leaned down and bit me. I hadn't known he had fangs before that moment, and I felt them actually sink into my neck like he was a vampire.
He didn't drink my blood though, it felt as if something was entering me instead. My entire body immediately got hot, and by the time he pulled back I was gasping for air. I had never felt anything like it before in my life. An overwhelming need came over me. I felt as though I had a raging fever, and yet the only thing I wanted was the man above me, as if he was the only thing that could make it better. I reached for him, but he caught my hands in one of his and pulled them above my head. He pulled off my dress entirely, and pulled my arms back above my head so that I was stretched out bare beneath him, my back arched and my chest heaving in need and reaction.
I barely noticed that he actually tied my hands to the bedpost. I heard him say that he was going to enjoy having me to himself again. He rained biting kisses over every inch of my body, leaving countless marks all over me, the teasing making my body actually writhe as I moaned. I didn't seem to have any kind of restraint, and everything seemed more intense than I had ever experienced before. He didn't sink his fangs into me again, but he nipped, bit, sucked on and kissed possibly every inch of my body as if he was trying to learn me all over after so long, or as if he were putting a claim on me he hadn't before.
His hands slid along my thighs firmly towards my waist and my head fell to the side as even another moan came out of me in the form of his name. I couldn't stand it. I felt feverish. I was trembling as if I were freezing cold. His head dipped to wrap his lips around one of my nipples and my entire body arched up as I cried out. I heard him chuckle against my skin as my legs wrapped around his waist. I realized that he was still half dressed then, with his open shirt still half tucked in. I needed him in a way I'd never known, and I needed to feel his skin against mine. But my hands were quite literally tied and Osirek had every bit of control.
He reinserted his fingers into my depths and my body writhed of its own accord. He was tortuously slow as his mouth trailed down my body as well, leaving behind a trail of searing kisses as his fingers moved achingly slow within me. I felt as if I couldn't breath, but he had me moaning at the same time. His mouth trailed lower and lower, and my breath caught as I realized what he intended to do. “Oh please...!” I couldn't help it as I cried out. His only answer was that low, deep chuckle that set my skin tingling before I felt his mouth latch onto my clit at the same time that he shoved his fingers into me with enough force that the combined sensations immediately sent me reeling into a second orgasm that had me almost screaming.
And he didn't stop. He dragged out my release for as long as he could, until he had me begging for him. His fingers weren't enough despite the intensity of the orgasm that ripped through my entire body. I needed him. I had no idea how his clothes disappeared but suddenly he was as bare as I was as he once more removed his fingers from my body and loomed over me with an expression on his face that looked both smug as well as something I couldn't identify.
He leaned down and kissed me while his hands lifted my legs to expose me to him. The moment I felt him pressed against my entrance I knew that his height wasn't the only thing that was bigger in this world, and I wasn't entirely sure I could take him, but it was a vague, subconscious worry because I needed him so badly I didn't care if he split me in half and I spent another year healing from it.
My eyes closed as he started to work his way into me. His hands almost touched as he held me around the waist, holding my arching body still to take me. I tried to reach to grasp his shoulders as he split me, but I was still tied to the bed. Osirek was gentler with me here than he had ever been, tortuously slow as he filled my body with his own to the hilt. My legs at least were able to wrap around him, and he leaned down and bit my neck again, this time without breaking skin. I could hear a low growl coming out of him, feel it against my heated skin as he started to move within me.
Every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire with pleasure, and I'm sure that he was able to feel my body trembling in his grasp and I couldn't in the least quiet the moans that came out of me. I'd never felt anything like it, and I didn't want it to stop. It wasn't long before yet another orgasm ripped through me that had me screaming his name again. And at some point he released my hands, which clawed and scratched at him as I tried to get closer to him than I already was or ever could be.
His pace increased, and his force did as well. I was left screaming in a mix of pain and pleasure as yet another orgasm tore through me and made me see white because of how intense it was. They seemed to get more and more intense every one that ripped through me. I was just a mass of nerves and sensation, screaming his name as my body writhed beneath him. And it didn't stop. He seemed to be nowhere near close to release himself, and he was relentless. He felt so good, my body moved to meet him thrust for thrust on its own.
I felt overheated, and out of my mind with need. I found myself pleading, begging for something that I didn't even know what it was. He chuckled lowly in my ear, and I don't remember what he said to me, but his tone made me shiver.
He kept me on edge, and he forced orgasm after orgasm through me. My nails had blood under them from tearing at his back. My body was giving and more responsive than I'd ever felt in my life. Finally a low growl came out of him as he slammed into me relentlessly and his own release felt searing hot and made my body arch up against him.
He kept me up all night long. It was the grey light of dawn when he finally seemed satisfied and I fell asleep. And it was midday when I awoke, positively covered in bite marks and hickeys all over my body from my neck to my ankles. I was sore all over, and as I rolled over onto my stomach a groan came out of me.
My attendants came into the room and promptly drew me a bath. I think that they had long gotten used to me not having any kind of modesty, but even they were visibly surprised at the amount of dark spots on my normally pale body. There also seemed to be a couple of puncture marks on the hollow of my neck where it meets my shoulder, not dissimilar to how a vampire's bite is described.
The hot bath was heavenly and eased the aches in my body, and the scented oils and rose scented soap made me feel refreshed as the two women scrubbed every inch of me. I had long gotten used to the deferential treatment, and let my body relax as they did the work of applying a rose scented cream to my skin that made me feel so soft.
Once all of my hygienic care was done I chose a dress in my preferred style. For a minute I thought that they would suggest a high necked dress instead, but they just smiled. They knew I hated anything that was close on the neck to begin with, but they seemed to be happy that I wasn't intent on hiding the clear connection that I had with Osirek. It was the exact opposite of my own dimension where such a thing was frowned on, discouraged and hidden at all cost.
When I saw Osirek for lunch he seemed pleased to see me, more so than usual. I ached, but I was in high spirits and seeing him smiling at me across the small table made me indescribably happy. There was something in those eyes that I didn't know how to identify, I'd never seen it before except fleetingly in Greece when we had been together. All I knew was that the way he looked at me made me feel as though my heart had stopped and my chest tightened.