Science Fiction Story Aimee 7

It did not end! Aimee', his loving did not end then! He continued on for another full minute before finally roaring his climax, louder than before, stronger than before! I never dreamed of what I had unleashed in Ryuchia as he loved me that night, Aimee'! Unbelievable.

He fell, literally fell, out of the air. I barely rolled free of his falling weight. His breath came in panting, puffing intervals. His eyes were shut tight. "Oh, Darynn, oh, Darynn," he repeated over and over.

I grabbed the towel we had been using and wiped my buttocks. I was not surprised to find blood, but with a simple spell Thomorr had taught me I found that, as usual, I would survive and be well come the dawn. "Ryu?"

"Darynn!" he gasped. "I've never... I cannot..."

"Hush," I said, touching his chin again and kissing him on his beard. "You need to sleep."

"I... Yes. You do too."

"May I sleep with you?" I asked.

"You may not have much of a choice," he breathed. "I am too tired to fly back to my bowl. May I use your bed tonight?"

"With my complete acceptance, beloved Ryuchitoran."

"'Beloved.' I like that. Thank you."

"Sleep, Ryu. We will talk tomorrow."

"Yes. Yes, we will, Darynn." He drifted off to sleep, and I joined him thereafter.

Darynn looked up at the clock and swore softly. "Aimee', my telling has taken far longer than I had planned, and we will have to finish this story some other day." He looked at her closely. She had removed all of her clothing but the tunic she had first so casually tried to doff. She had removed her boots first, and now her pants and undergarments were gone as well.

"Aimee'? You have not removed your tunic?"

"I... " She looked up, confused. "I did not know when I should. It..." She began crying. "I did not know..." Tears began falling from her eyes. Darynn pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her fragile form. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm so sorry."

"You have done nothing wrong, Aimee'. Do not apologize for lacking in harm."

She looked up into his face, tears streaking her cheeks. "But... you wanted me to be naked by now, did you not?"

"Aimee, if you had felt it wrong to take off even your boots, I would not have berated you. You have done exactly as I asked, and there is nothing to be ashamed of in that."

"Sir," she moaned pitifully. "Teltirray wants to know when I will begin learning spells from you."

"Next week," Darynn said calmly. "I had planned to do some beginnings here, but we will start next week." He held her close, feeling her warmth next to his. He felt protective of her, an understandable reaction considering his feelings towards the man really "owned" her, contract or not. "Now, tell me something. You exposed all of yourself but your torso. Would you like me to guess as to why?"

She looked up at him. He caressed a small streak of tears away. She nodded.

"Teltirray, your master, has taken everything from you. You have no privacy in where you go, so your boots are no matter. He takes your sex at his leisure, so your pants are no matter. You learn what he wants you to learn, so your headcloth is of no matter. He has not got your heart, and you want that kept to yourself. So you wear your tunic as one would wear armor."

She stared at his face, and then squeezed her eyes tight as her crying came again, stronger than before. The tears told him he had judged correctly. He felt no victory at that. She gathered the material of his robe in her fingers and gripped tightly. He wrapped his arms around her, but she pushed away suddenly, grabbing at her tunic and pulling it off with an expression that could only have been a snarl, then looked at him, smiling through her wet face.

He smiled back down at her, holding her as she placed her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. He knew what was happening. She had decided that he, at least, should be allowed to know her heart, if only for the moment. He thanked her silently for that.

He drew a deep breath, regretting what must come next. "Aimee', I cannot keep you here."

"I know, sir. I must return to Teltirray."

"Are you afraid?"

She looked up at him. "You know, then. You cannot protect me. So I am not afraid. I have nothing to fear. What will happen, will happen."

Darynn was stunned by the maturity with which she approached a dismal future. "Aimee', you will return next week?"

"With your permission, sir."

"That you have."

"Then I will return." She stood up slowly. "I guess I should dress now."

"Yes," Darynn nodded. He watched her as she pulled her clothing on, first her tunic, then her pants, and her headcloth and boots finally. He found her truly beautiful in her youthfulness, and he feared that she wouldn't live long enough for him to teach her anything appen.

"Goodnight, sir."

"Goodnight, Aimee'." He waved as she closed the door behind herself. In his heart, resolution became real. Teltirray would not have her forever.

He was shocked at his own feelings. Was he leaving the world of men behind, or was his own merely getting larger? He had never had these feelings for a woman before, especially not one so immature as Aimee'.

Whatever their origin, they were his emotions and they were real. He would do with them what he could. He would teach Aimee'. He sat down at his desk and began making notes.

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written by elf