Twenty years passed in this manner. The town I lived in had changed, but I hadn't. And in those days, the majority of people lived in the same town their entire lives. It was time to leave, move to another region or another country, and start over again. I spoke to Storm about this, and she agreed that it was time to move on before people became too suspicious of my agelessness. I was sad, because it meant that my training was finished and my friend and I would be going our separate ways now. At the same time, I was also happy to have mastered my training in its entirety after so many centuries of waiting.

Storm and I went to the local inn that evening to have some fun on our last night before leaving the town. Music played, food and ale flowed freely, it was noisy and boisterous and merry. It was difficult to be sad in such an environment, and both of us got caught up in the flow of things. I danced, I flirted, I ate and I drank, which was something I didn't really do back then. Storm and I stayed until quite late, and at one point I think she left without me, without saying anything. Though I couldn't blame her since I had ended up being picked up by someone during the night, she probably had wanted to let me have a night of fun and not interrupt me.

He wasn't much taller than me, since men in those days weren't as tall as they are now. After finding out that Storm had left, the male expressed sympathy for being left by my companion and that he would be happy to keep me company instead. Since I had been drinking the ale for a change, and I had been enjoying myself thus far, I accepted the offer. I spent another two hours drinking, talking, and enjoying myself with the human male, listening to the music, and listening to the hubbub and noise around us.

My companion asked me if he could walk me home. He knew who I was, being the best herbalist in the whole town and all, and my shop was once more in the front room of my house. I wasn't worried about being harmed, I could easily handle a human, mildly drunk or not. So I smiled and accepted his hand to help me up. He must have been wealthy, because he paid the tab for my drinks and things from after Storm left.

I leaned comfortably on his arm as we walked along the dark streets towards my home. He was warm in the chill of the salty night air of Autumn, and we talked and flirted the entire walk to my front door. When we did get there I had a small moment of hesitation. I had not been with anyone since Greece, and I wasn't sure if I could do it. But the man saw my expression and took the risk for me. He leaned down and kissed me before I could think on it too much. He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and delved into my mouth. It had been decades since I had been kissed, and between that and the ale in my system, my hesitation disappeared entirely.

I returned his kisses, sliding my arms up and around his neck at the same time he slid an arm around my waist and pulled me against him. The tiny sound I made was swallowed up by the kiss, but he still seemed to notice it and broke the kiss finally, leaving me breathless. He kept his arm around my waist as he went in the always unlocked front door. I told him where to go and he led us to my bedchamber.

He kicked the door shut behind us and then pushed me up against it roughly. It startled me, and I thought for a moment that I might be in danger, but all he did was kiss me again, more enthusiastically than he had outside the house. His body pinned mine to the door, and he kissed me in such a way it left me moaning into his mouth breathlessly. It felt familiar, but I had never met this man before and it confused me a little. Not enough to make him stop though. I didn't want him to stop. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he explored my mouth and his hands roamed over my sides and hips through my dress.

He broke the kiss and slowly knelt before me, and he slipped his hands up under my dress and ran his hands all the way from my ankles up, pulling my dress up along the way. I stood still, letting him lift my dress and expose my bare body beneath. He lifted the dress up and over my head, and dropped the dress on the floor without taking his eyes off of me. I stood before him, not having any modesty. The look on his face was familiar to me, on top of him looking as if he wished to devour me whole.

He suddenly pressed against me again, pressing me back into the door, and kissed me with even more fervor than before. His hands roamed my skin, and his clothing was rough against my skin but only managed to arouse me more. His hands were warm, and calloused, and against my soft skin it made me shiver. His ardent kisses and groping hands left me breathless and moaning into his mouth. The door against my back was cold and hard, and he was pressed so tightly against me, warm and solid but soft at the same time.

My hands slid up under his tunic, undoing the belt at his waist and letting it drop to the floor with a careless thud. My own hands were well cared for and soft, and he seemed to flinch a little bit when my hands touched the warm toned skin of his waistline. I let out a sound of pleasure when I touched him, and I let my hands slide up his abdomen. He broke the kiss just long enough to quickly remove the tunic entirely before sliding his hands down my back to grip my bare rear and pull me tight against him, his already hard length pressing against my lower abdomen.

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He suddenly picked me up, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him so I wouldn't fall. He turned around and walked away from my bedroom door and went and deposited the two of us onto my feather tick bed. Taking my hands from around his neck, he pinned them above my head and leaned down to kiss me once more, his free hand curling over one of my breasts and kneading. Since there was no fire lit, the air was chill, but his hands were warm, and he tasted of ale. He let go of my wrists at the same time he broke the kiss. “Don't move,” he said, in a tone that seemed deeper than before and made my breath catch all on its own.

It was familiar, but I couldn't place it because the entire visage was completely different. Brown eyes, honey brown hair, quite attractive but not devastatingly so like the person he reminded me of was. But the expression in his eyes was the same, and I seemed to react just as intensely to him. I dared not move, barely dared to even breathe as he lowered his head slowly, hot breath ghosting over my skin and making me shiver, until I felt his mouth around one of my nipples.

I felt like I had been scalded, and my back arched as I let out a little cry. It took every ounce of my control to keep my arms above my head when I wanted to tangle my fingers into his hair and press against him. He held me down as he teased me, which made me feel desperate. My hands moved of their own volition finally and tangled into his hair as I moaned. He stopped, and removed my hands, pinning them back above my head.

He slid his hands all the way from my wrists down my arms, over my breasts, my ribs, belly and finally stopped at my thighs as he parted them. My chest heaved in anticipation, wondering what he would choose to do. I lay with my head against my bed and kept my eyes closed, almost panting the longer he sat still and didn't move. But just as I was going to open my eyes and look at him I felt him oh, so slightly stroking my flesh with one of his fingertips. I lifted my hips in invitation but he seemed to ignore it. He seemed to want to torment me. I bent my leg to give him ample access to me, and I could actually feel him smirking at me. My hands had twisted into my blankets above my head, but my mind was pinpointed wherever his finger touched.

Finally he pressed his fingertip to my clit, and I couldn't help but moan after all his torment of me. He, effortlessly it seemed, slipped two fingers into me, and my hips lifted once more as I cried out. He started to stroke my walls now, slowly at first, while another finger pressed itself to my clit and rubbed it. My body felt hot, and my body moved on its own to meet his digits every time he slid them back into me. And every time, it elicited a soft pleasured sound out of me.

I could feel myself tightening around his fingers, those digits increasing in pace as well as force. He leaned up over me and kissed me again without stopping, and I ended up moaning into his mouth. He was unrelenting, assaulting every one of my senses without mercy. It felt like my body was going to explode, and a moment later it did. I could feel my walls spasming around him as I cried out over and again until he finally stopped and gently removed his fingers from me. I watched him with heavily lidded eyes as he licked his fingers.

It wasn't until now that I realized that he was still wearing his pants, though they were visibly tight now. He stepped from the bed as I caught my breath and divested himself of them before returning to the bed to kiss me again. He pulled up my legs and hooked them over his hips as he settled between my legs, and this time when I moved my hands to run them over his torso he didn't pin me back down again. He just let me run my hands along his heated flesh and explore every ripple of muscle.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me and I felt him press against my entrance and then into me with a single fluid motion, a cry ripping from me at the assault on my still tender nerves. I stretched around him, and my chest heaved with the effort and from the pressure of having him within me.

He pulled back out until nothing but the head of him remained inside before thrusting back into me, causing me to moan. He repeated the motion, making me think that he was going to withdraw from me fully and then sliding back into me, over and again, slowly increasing his pace until my body rocked slightly beneath him.

Breathless and moaning, I clung to him. I had not been with anyone in the entire time I had been in this town. And it had been decades. I didn't care about the rising 'morality' of only sleeping with one's spouse, and I was leaving town that next morning anyway. With pleasure coursing through my entire body as he took me and growled in my ear possessively, I knew that if he wanted, he could have me straight through until morning.

My hips lifted to meet him thrust for thrust as I cried out, and it didn't stop even when my body started to spasm around him in a second orgasm. My nerves were tender and frayed, and it didn't take very much for me to reach a third release, almost screaming as my body arched and moved with him in abandon. His hands moved and grasped my rear to hold me in place as he relentlessly took me now as he pulsed within me and finally stopped, buried to the hilt in me, and reached what felt to me like an intense release as he groaned in pleasure in my ear.

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He kept me up the entire night, as if he couldn't get enough of me. I finally fell asleep just before dawn, and I ended up sleeping far later than I intended. It was midday when I woke, and the man was gone, though I could still smell his scent in the room, as well as the scent of sex. I was sore all over, there were marks all over my body, and as I climbed out of my bed I realized I needed a bath. I washed in the pond in my courtyard, the walls around my home high enough that no one would see me bathing naked in such a manner.

When I went back inside I dried my entire body and brushed and braided my hair down my back in a single plait before putting on traveling clothes of soft leather. Most women a thousand years ago wore dresses all of the time, but I only wore them if they wouldn't get in my way. It was considered immodest by then for a woman to wear pants, but I didn't care. I saddled my horse and mounted up, bedroll and saddlebags in place. I steered my jet black stallion out of my home, and through town. Outside of town I stopped and looked back for one last look. I knew I wouldn't come back.