Wake Unto Me

Ghost felt her now as he had when they first put the rings on. A link to the lives they lived a thousand years ago, a link to each other through some bond kept alive in the metal and in the recesses of their souls. He knew she was sleeping, dreaming even, and every emotion she felt in that slumber would fill him as if it were his own. They were pleasant tonight, filling him with warmth and lifting his spirits. Ghost allowed a small smile as he finished laying a stone into his leather bracer, not certain if he was smiling because of the good fortune the night held or if it was the wash of positive emotion that flowed into him from his sleeping companion. ‘Either way,’ Ghost thought to himself, ‘I could get used to this.’

Standing and stretching, Ghost glanced at the night sky. It wasn’t terribly late yet, plenty of time to wander around the castle walls or the nearby forest. He felt like hunting. Free time had been limited lately, and a good hunt was long overdue… then the thought occurred to him, was it really his desire to hunt or perhaps Crimson’s dream compelling him? They hadn’t tested all the possibilities of their new connection yet, perhaps not only feelings could be shared but thoughts as well. It would also explain the joy she was feeling while dreaming, hunting was something she enjoyed as much as he did. Even though they both were from very different walks of life, it had been something bred into them, a way of life so natural to them both. Where ever the thought came from, it wasn’t going to happen. This land had been dead a long time, and anything living or dead was recently driven out by their presence.

With a sigh, Ghost ran his hand through his dusty-brown hair. It was easy to see nothing was happening tonight, he’d just have to wait for a time when things weren’t so chaotic. Locking his fingers behind his head, he leisurely strolled toward where Crimson had bedded down for the night. They had been sharing a room for a year, though it wasn’t until recently that they shared a bed. He had woken on several occasions to find her curled up next to him, which was unnerving at first, but now the thought of sleeping someplace else brought up an unease in him. He was well aware she had some sort of feelings towards him, but the relationship was a complicated one and had never turned intimate. Any time he had attempted to bring it into conversation she would just stare with her large eyes and slowly shrug as if never sure what to say. Those eyes unhinged him. Those silver orbs of hers so contrasting to the black pupils that were larger than normal. He could never make contact for long without feeling like his soul was being pulled into her.

‘Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be a part of her.’ The thought surprised him as much as the sudden arousal he felt. It wasn’t that he had never thought of running his hands over Crimson’s tanned skin the many times he’d seen her nude, he was a man after all. It was that women were a difficult sort at times. He had had his fair share, and each had a different reaction after the matter. The consequences that came with a person like Crimson were a foreign concept for Ghost. He had never met a woman like her. And he often thought about what it would mean to her if he was to give in to the flesh. A shiver ran down his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, and a smirk formed on his lips as he was certain of the culprit for his sudden eroticism. ‘What an interesting dream it must be…’

Ghost stopped, standing over Crimson and watching. She was sleeping soundly, not giving away the wicked scene that had to be playing behind her heavy lids. Curled up on the ground, her orange, fiery hair sprawled out behind her, Ghost was reminded how beautiful she really was. During her waking hours Crimson was an intimidating woman, quite attractive in her natural state, but her lack of interest in primping kept her feminine radiance from shining through. Her massive amount of tattoos, covering her from collar to ankle, didn’t help matters either. But now that she lay prone, Ghost could see the curves and softness of her features. Her feelings pouring into him were threatening to take over.

‘Just get some sleep.’ Ghost let out a long, slow breath, closing his eyes to calm himself. ‘This will all pass in the morning.’ It was the only logical course of action to him. If he slept then he’d just be dreaming much the same, but nothing would come of it. They were on the edge of a war for Creation, now wasn’t the time to submit to carnal urges, as much as he was sure he’d enjoy it. Crimson had put a stop to all encounters Ghost had with other women. She was constantly nearby, and when she wasn’t she had a way of showing up at the most inopportune moments for him. On one such occasion she had even blackened his eye and yet never had Crimson shown interest in him in a physical form. He was positive he would enjoy it but now was definitely not the time.

Ghost laid out a bedroll nearby, attempting to keep his mind busy with the little details. Kicking away any stones he could find on the ground. Counting each button on his jacket as he unfastened it. Carefully rolling his belt around his packets of tools. Checking his laces for cuts as he loosened his soft leather boots. None of it was of any use, the thoughts tore through, some even memories of times when another would unbutton his long, leather jacket. Someone else pulling off his belt, or loosening his boots. He closed his eyes and leaned back on his elbows, surrendering to the fantasy. His member stiffening as he envisioned her crawling on top of him. A half-smile forming while the woman in his mind slowly slid him into her wetness. He could almost smell that delicate scent all women have, the natural perfume of sweetness that Ghost found deliciously appealing.

Ghost frowned and sat up, coming back to the darkness of night and stillness of his current surroundings. This wouldn’t do, he was never the type to live in a fantasy. Frustration started to creep over him, wrapping through his muscles like tiny ropes growing taut. Huffing he stood and threw off his jacket, leaving it a crumpled mess near the blanket. He felt like he was going mad with desire, so suddenly it had come on with no provocation. Everything he had tried to diminish the feelings hadn’t worked, they just continued to grow, overpowering any other thought in his mind.

Then it clicked, what he had forgotten in the heat of those tempting images. This was not of his doing. ‘The more it was fueling me, the more I was fueling her.’ Ghosts eyes wandered over to Crimson. ‘The root of it all,’ he thought attempting to push through the haze of lust that was clouding every ideation of resolution. ‘I’ll just wake her!’ It was so simple a theory that Ghost scolded himself for having let it go on so long.

He knelt by her now, hand held out to gently shake her shoulder, but not going through with it. He was watching her breathe, she looked so peaceful. Crimson’s chest softly rising and falling, Ghost’s hand gravitating towards her breast instead of where he intended it to be. Inching closer he leaned over her. ‘If I kissed her now, would she object?’ How badly he wanted to. How badly he wanted to do more. ‘It was her dream after all!’ That voice in his head coaxed him, the one he knew he shouldn’t be listening to. He darted his hand back up to her shoulders, scooping his other under Crimson’s knees. Hoisting her up, he cradled her against him and carried her over to his bedroll.

“Ghost?” Crimson’s whispery voice questioned. He didn’t have to look down to know he woke her up. He felt her surprise the moment he lifted her off the ground.

“Just hush.” He answered with a small head shake, kneeling and delicately setting her on the blanket. Quickly making his way to her feet he slipped off her straw-bottom sandals. Thin things Crimson wore to feel the ground beneath her and yet provide protection from rocks and twigs.

Crimson sat herself up, watching Ghost curiously. His palm touched the underside of her foot, rubbing from ball to heal and lifting her leg. Both of his hands on her now, his fingers gliding up her calf, thumbs smoothing along her shin he hooked his fingers under her slipper sock and pulled it off with no resistance. He was on her second leg within milliseconds, repeating the same route with gentle pressure and deftness.

And then he was in front of her, face to face with his knees between hers and holding himself up with his hands. Her breath caught, he was so close, noses almost touching. She was staring at him and his eyes were looking over her thin features as if for the first time. Her brow, her angular cheeks, her soft, thin nose, down her jaw line, her pointed chin and then her lips. She wetted them involuntarily thinking how his eyes were lingering there. He moved closer, grazing his nose against hers and pressing his lips to hers. Ghost’s eyes were closed but she just kept staring.

‘My first kiss.’ Crimson thought. She had never had a lover before due to her status in the tribe she was from. She was too lowly to be considered a suitable mate, and when she came into power her status had rocketed her to the top where no one dared to court her as she was to make the choice. A choice she never did make before she left to find what was missing from her. When she met Ghost she soon realized things were very different in Nexus, the large city he resided. He literally lived in a brothel, one his mother ran. There were no rankings, and plenty of touching to be seen, not to mention what went on upstairs.

Crimson kissed him back, finally closing her eyes as well. She felt him wiggling out of his boots. He parted his lips and licked hers with the tip of his tongue, and then it was over. He pulled away from her. Her eyes shot open, afraid she had done something wrong, or he had changed his mind. Ghost was kneeling and smiling at her in a peculiar crooked way she’d only seen a handful of times from him. Without taking his eyes off her he was rolling off his wool socks. ‘Tell him to keep going. Tell him he’ll be your first. Tell him you want him too.’ But Crimson said nothing, just watched and waited to see where things were going to go. It was his choice in her mind, though she saw him as hers there was something that compelled her to listen to any suggestion he had.

She was anxious, Ghost could feel it. It was like she wanted this as much as he did, but that she was afraid of something. Caught between some sort of uncertainty and desire. ‘She did start it after all. I’m merely following through...’ There was no way she had changed her mind, he couldn’t read her thoughts, nor did she show it on her face, but he knew it was there. The craving. The hunger. Ghost tugged his woolen shirt over his head, her heart fluttered. He leaned towards Crimson, rubbing his hands up her outer thighs, fingertips grazing her rear and coming around to her cloth belt holding her kimono together. Without looking he easily loosened the knot as he nuzzled his face against her neck, kissing softly down her collar bone. Crimson cocked her head back, her kimono sliding from her shoulders. Ghosts hands busily working at the sash wrapped around her waist holding her undershirt in place. Up the other side of her collar bone back to her neck, he nipped and Crimson shuddered.

Ghost watched as her shirt opened, falling away from her tattooed abdomen. They were soft, though many. Flowing vines, leaves, and intricate designs covering every inch of her chest and stomach, leaving a smoky colored road map to follow. Her breasts were small and pert, nipples firmed from the night air, her previous dream, or their current situation, Ghost didn’t know and didn’t really care why. He had the urge to lay his head on her chest and caress her body in a loving fashion, exploring every tattoo and learning every curve of hers. He also still had the urge to be inside her and pull her hips into his until they both lay panting. ‘Another time,’ he promised silently, knowing copulation would win out tonight.

He brushed his thumb around her navel, circling it a few times before running it up to her sternum. There he set his whole hand on her, fingers spread and flexed, his index toying with the underside of her breast. Skimming his hand down her ribs and following her natural curve so they wrapped around her backside at her waist and he was left cupping her hip. He glanced up at her watching for a reaction as he slipped two fingers under her pants and pushed down exposing her hip down to the joint. She brought her eyes to meet his, ‘Oh God, those eyes,’ and nodded once. It was all the invitation Ghost needed.

Stripping her pants away, Ghost stood and dropped his as well, kicking them to the side. Crimson had honestly never seen Ghost naked, and though a man looks like a man, it was hard to put into words how he was just different than any other. It was custom to dance scantly clad or fully nude where she was from, and there were attractive men, and some not so much, but Ghost seemed to fall in the middle of the two. It was only a moment’s glance and he had descended upon her. Grabbing the side of the blanket and covering them both from the night. He was between her legs, on his knees, squatting, which in turn forced Crimson to bend her knees around his hips.

Ghost swooped in pulling the ruminants of her tops down her arms, bringing her close to him for the briefest of touches and then he was laying her back. One hand nestled between her shoulder blades, the other groping at her breast, cradling and stroking her softness. Squeezing, he brought his mouth down to her nipple, a flick of the tongue was all the warning before he popped her into his mouth, suckling vigorously. The closer to the ground she got, the closer Ghost’s pelvis came to hers until she could feel his cock resting on her pubic mound. He pushed forward once he felt her, rubbing his shaft against her hidden clit. Crimson’s whole body reacted, her head lulling to the ground, her shoulders rolling back bringing her chest up, her hips tilting to rub against him again, knees tightening against his hips.

Ghost pushed against her again, enjoying the response he was getting from a simple rubbing of their sex. Releasing her nipple he braced himself over her with a hand planted on the ground, pulling the other roughly from under her back, dragging his digits along the way. Reaching between Crimson’s legs he teased her with his fingers. First stroking her labia, fingertips running through unmanaged bush. Massaging her and bringing the blood flowing to her region. He parted her, just grazing her opening for enough moisture to slide up to her clitoral hood running his middle finger over it from side to side leisurely.

Crimson smoothed her hands over her own hips, feathering her skin up to her bosom, causing goose bumps to form under her delicate stroking. There were times she had touched herself, but never could she imagine the difference it made when another’s body was pressed next to hers in the flicker of building passion. Ghost changed direction with his finger, edging under the hood and coaxing out her sensitive clit. He began circling at a methodical pace, setting the nerves connected to her organ ablaze with sensation. She shuddered and plucked at her nipples. She was more than aroused. Wet and tingling between her legs, small contractions feed the fire.

She was suddenly aware he was staring at her, watching every muscle twitch and parted sigh on her face. She tried to meet his gaze, but he wouldn’t linger long, glancing away but always coming back to her moon-light eyes. He leaned in and she met his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. He opened his mouth and she followed suit, their tongues touching. He leaned away for a moment, pulling his hand from where it had been, then kissed her again. This time when her lips parted to taste his he met her eagerly twisting around her tongue with his, pushing her back with his passion, and entering her with his penis.

She broke the kiss with a gasp. He hadn’t been rough but she was tight from both the surprise and lack of encounters. Her knees pressed tightly against his hips, fingers digging into his shoulders, her body tensing as a knee-jerk reaction. The initial penetration was a hard feeling to comprehend. A wave of heat and euphoria washed over her, coupled with a bit of pain much like muscle stiffness. But each consecutive sweep lessened the soreness and brought a new wash of blazing lust scampering throughout her limbs.

Ghost started slowly, pulling nearly out and rocking back in. She was relaxing with each tender stroke, her legs spreading to allow him to nestle deeper. He leaned in close, on hands and elbows for support. His breath upon her cheek. The smell of him intoxicating her. His hips felt so strong between her legs. His back tense under her hands. She was being overloaded with all the pleasures of the flesh, trying to grab on to every detail and losing so many to the moment. His left hand roughly skidded up her side finding her breast and squeezing. Wrapping his finger around her nipple he stroked her areola with his thumb, bringing it to a pinch at the tip. He shifted his weight, spreading her wider, one of his hips dipped, the other thigh pressed against her ass. He had began thrusting faster somewhere in there, Crimson wasn’t entirely sure when, her head was swimming from it all.

Ghost slipped his hand under Crimson’s arm, grabbing her shoulder. He had never experienced a woman like this, every movement he made not only was gratifying to him but because of their connection he was filled with every elated emotion that swept over Crimson. With a tug, Ghost brought Crimson’s pelvis closer, pushing deeper and more fervently. Her fingers, which had been on his shoulders, flexed, digging nails into his back. She clawed down his body, sweeping across his lower back and skimming up his spine with such delicateness he couldn’t help but shiver.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as she tried to kiss him again, Ghost pulled back, brushing his lips on hers but not locking mouths. Instead he slid his other arm under the small of Crimson’s back, hoisting her up and onto his lap as he tilted back into a kneeling position in one swift movement. Ghost nuzzled between the soft mounds of her breasts, now at his eye level. He moved his hands firmly around her hips and began rocking them front to back, still pumping his dick in her, probing her velvety folds.

Crimson took over, gyrating in a similar motion. His hands went in different directions, one grasping at her rear, the other palm pressed against the nape of her neck, fingers woven around the sides of her delicate flesh. She was excited by the force, the longer they were embraced the rougher he was becoming. He squeezed both areas and Crimson felt her crotch flex, bringing on another glorious wave of warmth and drug-like endorphins. Ghost’s member throbbed in response which did nothing but cause a repeat in Crimson’s spasm. It was close, she knew she would climax soon and wanted to see him. Wanted to look upon his face and establish a link of their souls, not just bodies. Grabbing his chin, she lifted his head. His pale green eyes alight with a fire she hadn’t seen in him before. Again a tightening of her kegels.

She bore into him with her silver eyes. Lids half-shut in a daze, but still she stared. He was on the edge of cumming, and from the quickness in her breath, the tightening of her pussy, and that look, he believed she was the same. Her fingers were locked around his jaw, his gaze on her, her lips were parted and exasperated, labored breaths coupled with whispery moans escaped.

Crimson’s body shuddered, her eyes slamming shut, jaw quivering, he could literally see it ripple down her body. Goose bumps spread across her skin. Her body hunched forward, gasping in his ear. The clenching of her vaginal walls pulling on him, her hips closing around him. The rush of her orgasm filtering into him through their bond, filling his senses with her climax. He was spent. Ghost clutched at her hair, tugging Crimson’s head back as his loins tightened and he spilled into her. Hand grasping at her lower back he ground deeper into her. Penis pulsing with each ejaculation, their sexes stroking each other. Crimson now experiencing not only the ending of her orgasm, but his as well. A releasing of emotions followed quickly by a euphoric rush of endorphins relaxing every bit of her body and his.

He let go of her hair, panting heavily. Sweat glistened forehead resting on her shoulder. Crimson slowly opened her eyes, staring up at the starry sky. A million thoughts were running through her head as tonight had been as unexpected as it could get. He was holding her tenderly again. The brusqueness he had shown was gone. They sat like this for countless moments, neither saying a word. Their breathing slowing and bodies cooling down. She draped her arms around him and nestled her face in his hair, simply enjoying the sweet silence of the night and the smell of him.

With the most delicate of movements, Ghost rocked forward and laid her on the bedroll. He was staring at her again, studying her face. She hadn’t said anything since he woke her, and not that Crimson was much of a talker, but he had no way of knowing what she was thinking, only feeling. At least that was a small comfort, she didn’t seem upset. Breaking away from her he quickly found his pants, standing he threw them back on and glanced around. Crimson watched as he gathered up a few of their discarded clothes, putting them in a pile save his shirt and her kimono.

“You better wrap up.” Ghost said, handing her the robe nonchalantly.

Crimson did as she was told, sitting up she slid the shirt on and covered herself. Ghost crawled next to her, balling up his shirt he dropped it on the ground as a make-shift pillow. He tossed the blanket which had fallen away with their shifting over both of them and sprawled out, as was his usual sleeping position. A stretch, a grunt, and his eyes were closed, already drifting off to sleep. Crimson opened her mouth with the intention of speaking, she felt the need to say something. ‘But what is there to say?’ The thought prompted her to close it and instead cuddle next to Ghost. Resting her arm on his chest and a leg across his, she closed her eyes with a flick of a smile on her lips. He smelled good. The same smell that had brought her to Nexus, brought them together, was wrapped up in her arms. Surely he was now hers.