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jenni_blogTitle: FROM THE RUINS: Chapter Four: Goodbye
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Aramel, Amaranto, Chase-lee
Summary: Disaster finally befalls the friends.
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Aramel, Amaranto, Chase-lee
Summary: Disaster finally befalls the friends.
Next midday found Aramel and Amaranto eating a meal of rabbit and potatoes washed down with strong tea. They were sitting outside Amaranto's cabin, a small fire warming them while they ate. Chase-lee had no doubt gone to her parents' house in the heart of the village, about an hour's walk from their homes. Her father was a smith, her mother a robust woman and the best cook in the village. Chase-lee had learned much about smithing from her father and could produce a meal almost as fine as her mother's.
Aramel was relieved she wasn't there. He wanted to discuss something with Amaranto that had been preying on his mind ever since his accident, and without having to listen to Chase-lee's opinion. "Will you help me build something?" he asked his friend. "It's something I believe will be important."
"What is that?" Amaranto looked at him, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.
"Will you help me cut down some trees? Four should be enough. Those straight ones that have branches only at the top, like those." He indicated some tall pines encircling his friend's cabin.
"Why do you think that will be important?" Amaranto looked perplexed, chewing the meat off a bone before casting it into the fire.
"Please don't ask me to explain it to you just yet. What I want to do is to lash the four trunks together with some strong ropes after cutting them all to the same size."
"Leaving the branches on or off?"
"Off. Why would we want to leave them on?"
"How should I know? You won't tell me what this is for."
"You will help me, won't you? I will explain it to you when it's the right time." Aramel ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. But he was pleased that Amaranto agreed to help him. His plan was to build a raft that would float on the water like he had made the twig do in the stream on his way back from Leo's farm. But he did not want to explain his motivation while there was a chance Amaranto might scoff at him like Chase-lee had done the night before.
After they had finished their midday meal and cleaned up, the two men set to work constructing a sturdy raft made of pine logs, lashed together with strong cords made of hemp. The hard work had made them slick with perspiration. Deciding to go for a swim to wash off the sweat and dust from their bodies, they left the raft in front of Amaranto's cabin and walked to the local swimming hole a short distance from their homes.
They reached it in fifteen minutes. Dusk would soon be falling, there was no one else at the swimming hole, so the two men disrobed and waded into the water. They enjoyed its refreshing coolness and washed all the dirt and sawdust out of their hair and off of their bodies.
While Aramel's skin was dark, with a tan the colour of finished maplewood, Amaranto's was as dark as rich mahogany. His hair was black and tightly curled, his eyes huge and dark like Aramel's, with a similar wide, toothy grin. But where Aramel was well-muscled Amaranto was slender and graceful. When he ran it made people think of a deer.
The men swam for a bit before starting to splash each other and horse around, one ducking the other's head below the surface and carrying on like a couple of children.
Unseen by them, someone approached the swimming hole and after watching them for a moment, picked up their clothing and hid it behind a rock. The men were still splashing each other, oblivious to this intruder, so she took off all her clothes and eased herself quietly into the water. They didn't notice her swimming up to them until she announced herself. "Hello."
Aramel, his back to her, turned around, startled. "Chase-lee?"
She smiled, not saying a word. Then she lowered her head below the surface after taking a deep breath of air. Only a little splash showed where her feet had been as she kicked herself down deeper.
Aramel and Amaranto were standing on the bottom facing each other, the water reaching up to their chins. Chase-lee swam in between them and reached out her hands, touching each man on the thigh just above his knee. While they stood still, unable to speak but looking at each other wide-eyed, wondering what Chase-lee was going to do, she walked her fingers up each thigh until they reached nearly to the men's groins. She touched no more than their inner thighs before needing air and surfacing, a huge smile on her face.
Neither man could speak, nor look at each other. Chase-lee continued to smile hugely.
"What sort of game are you playing?" Amaranto finally asked her when he found his voice.
"Just having a bit of fun," was the response. She waded toward the shore, rubbing her arms. "It's a bit cold. I am going to get out now."
"Will you throw us a towel too?" Amaranto called to her.
"Towel? I don't see any towels," she replied, looking around on the grass.
"Come on, Chase-lee, you know what I mean. What are you playing at?"
"Come out and you'll see."
"We can't come out. We're naked, as you no doubt saw."
"I've seen plenty of naked men before, as Aramel so much likes to point out."
Aramel was annoyed. "Look here, Chase-lee," he admonished her. "Just throw us our things so we can get out. You must have hidden them. No one else has come here."
"Come on out and you'll have them," she sang.
"All right, damn you." Amaranto was first to emerge, covering his private parts with his hands.
Chase-lee pretended to look away.
At first Aramel tried to come out with his back to her, but realizing that wouldn't work, he turned to look at his friends and when he saw them with their backs to him while Chase-lee was showing Amaranto where she hid his clothes, Aramel ran, splashing out of the water, up onto the bank, hoping he could fall onto the grass before they turned around.
But at that moment Chase-lee was turning around in order to let Amaranto dress in privacy, and she gazed fully at Aramel before he could drop to the ground. He lay with his face buried in the grass, feeling mortified.
Chase-lee sported an enormous grin on her face because she had noticed his erection that she had no doubt caused with her antics in the water, and because he was having so much difficulty trying to control it now. She walked over to where his clothes lay, picked them up and carried them back to where he lay still, dropping them on top of him.
"There they are," she said, trying not to laugh. "I'm sorry if you did not find my joke as funny as I did. You can get dressed now and I promise not to look."
Later, on the way back to Amaranto's cabin, Chase-lee apologized for playing tricks on them, and Amaranto asked if they'd like to come in for some wine before going home to bed.
"If you don't mind," Aramel said, "I'd like to walk Chase-lee home, if it's all right with her."
Surprised, Chase-lee stared at him with one eyebrow raised. "I'd love that," she replied, her voice softer than usual.
"What are you thinking?" Aramel asked her after they had been walking for awhile. "Are you still mad at me?"
"I desire you," she said matter-of-factly, her eyes burning in the moonlight. There were two moons on this planet and when they were both full, the night was very bright.
Aramel moved closer. "Would you like to go into the woods with me?"
"Yes," Chase-lee replied simply. The two walked hand-in-hand toward the clearing where lovers went to consummate their passion. That night was calm and peaceful. The surrounding trees and bushes shone with an eerie glow, making each leaf stand out as if it was a green jewel in the moonlight.
Chase-lee stood in the centre of the clearing. It was quiet in the still air. The woods smelled damp and there was a peaceful sound of buzzing of insects. She was wearing a loose dress that was bound around her waist with a thin hemp rope, which she untied, letting the dress fall about her feet.
Aramel felt desire burn in his loins. He was aroused by the sight of her, growing erect for the second time that evening. Her nipples cast shadows on the soft mounds of her breasts. His glance swept over her belly with its concave navel and her pubic hair glinting in the moonshine. He moved forward to embrace her. "No," she whispered. "I want to undress you."
He wore only a wrap around his waist, and Fernly's necklace on a cord around his neck. Chase-lee began to unrwap the waistcloth and when it was undone she let it drop to the ground. She dropped to her knees, leaning forward, letting her lips trace a line of saliva on his belly. He groaned when she caressed him with her mouth. She let his erection brush against her face before teasing the tip of his member with her tongue.
When she let him go and stood, he embraced her passionately in his strong arms, lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to a spot in the clearing where he gently laid her on the ground. He wound his hands through her hair and caressed the back of her head, kissing her slowly and deeply, their lips meeting, then sucking before letting their tongues explore each other's mouths.
Their bodies moved together, writhing on the ground. She kissed his neck and chest, sucking and kissing the smooth skin. She rubbed his stomach, moving her hands downwards until she felt his hard shaft and stroked it gently.
Aramel moaned, letting her do what she wanted with him. She pushed him onto his back and took his cock into her mouth again, circling the head with her tongue, wetting it with her saliva. She did not spend too long satisfying him orally. She wanted more. She wanted to give him every type of pleasure he could imagine.
Aramel groaned. "Please let me make love to you," he whispered, clasping her around the waist. He pulled her down on top of him, then rolled over so that he was on top. He began leaving soft kisses on her neck before moving his lips to her breasts, taking each one in turn between his lips, nibbling the hard, erect nipples. His hand sought the warm moistness between her thighs which she parted for him, letting him explore her soft inner folds. She felt his arousal press against her leg and moved harder against him.
He positioned himself between her legs, pressing his hard shaft against her pubic mound, seeking entry. She guided it until it found its way. Aramel thrust back and forth, in easy strokes at first, moaning with pleasure, until he began moving faster and faster until she screamed and climaxed, Aramel coming also, spending his seed inside her, his taut body shuddering in the aftermath of pleasure. Please forgive me, Fernly, he cried in his mind.
Aramel and Chase-lee had fallen asleep where they lay when both were awakened the next morning by the feeling of something vibrating underneath them. Startled, they both realized that the ground was shaking. Naked and afraid, they stared at each other in terror. Aramel crawled on all fours to where their clothing lay in a heap on the ground and retrieved it. They scrambled to their feet, trying to keep their balance. He tossed Chase-lee's dress and belt to her and quickly tied his waistcloth around himself. Grabbing Chase-lee by the hand, Aramel began to run with her through the woods.
"Where are we going?" Chase-lee cried.
"Back to Amaranto's. Hurry."
When they reached the edge of the woods he looked up to see steam shooting out of the top of the mountain. A great rumbling noise roared over the island while pieces of the summit began to break off and tumble down the slope. Rocks were falling everywhere. Aramel and Chase-lee ran as fast as they could away from the disaster.
When they arrived at Amaranto's cabin they saw him outside, looking panic-stricken. "What is happening?" he shouted over the din.
"We need to get those logs into the ocean NOW!" Aramel shouted. The two men each grasped an end of the raft and began running toward the ocean's edge. Aramel turned around to see where Chase-lee had gone and saw her running back toward the cabin. "Chase-lee!" he cried.
"The goat!" she shouted back over her shoulder. "I must save Fern!" She continued running.
"No! Chase-lee! Come back!" Aramel dropped his end of the raft and began to run after her. "Amaranto!" he called over his shoulder to his friend. "Can you drag the raft to the sea by yourself and wait for us there?"
Amaranto nodded, the whites of his eyes showing all around his pupils while he gazed up in horror at the exploding mountaintop.
Chase-lee was a fast runner. When Aramel reached her she was already untying the goat from its post. The poor thing was bleating loudly, terrified. He grabbed Chase-lee by the hand. "Hurry," he hissed at her.
She stood stock still. "My parents," she cried. Tears were falling down her face.
"NOW, I said!" Grabbing Fern, Aramel carried the goat in his arms, relieved to see that Chase-lee was following him. The two of them raced to where Amaranto waited on the beach.
"What do we do now?" Amaranto's eyes were wide with fear.
"Get on top of the logs. You too, Chase-lee," Aramel ordered, placing the goat in her arms. With one mighty shove, he pushed the raft forward into the ocean, jumped onto it beside his friends, and they drifted out to sea.
Previous chapters:
FROM THE RUINS 3
FROM THE RUINS 2
FROM THE RUINS 1
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Date: 2012-08-30 10:48 pm (UTC)Aramel is very clever but not with a woman *smiles*
The sex is so sweet and he is 'innocent' in some way.
I noticed she isn't shaved.....
Holy shit it has to be hard for Chase-lee to leave her home and her parents *cries*
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Date: 2012-08-30 11:04 pm (UTC)I wanted Aramel to start off very innocent for a boy of 20. But he will grow. He is more in his mind than a sexual guy, although when he is turned on he cannot control it and has to fuck.
No shaving. They are quite a primitive people.;)
Would it be a real turn-off for you if Aramel had a gay experience? When I first wrote it it was another character but now that I have it being Falcao, I don't know....
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Date: 2012-08-31 05:32 pm (UTC)*smiles* not all women can be shaved.
I can be very interesting for him to have a gay experience. But I'm not sure. I have read a book (Darkover series) where a man is bi-sexual. The woman is very strong and she accepts him as he is. Her love is very strong, she knows the other man is not taking away something from her but he makes the man she loves very happy. When I first read the book I was all OMG! what a shit. The second time was a bit different but I can still not understand her. But I'm not such a strong woman. To fight for the man you love with another man is wasted time because the woman has NO chance to win. As long as it is an experience to bring the story and the person forward is a very good idea.
It's your choice!
I will read it for sure and I will enjoy everything!
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Date: 2012-08-31 06:04 pm (UTC);)
Okay, I have to do it because there is a reason. I will say no more, but I believe it is important to the story. One thing I can say is that it is NOT reallyyyy gay...but you might think so at first...and it will definitely bring the character of Aramel forward...as well as the story!!! XD
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Date: 2012-08-31 08:57 pm (UTC)GREAT! Can't wait to read more!
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Date: 2012-08-31 09:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-31 10:39 pm (UTC)OMG! I didn't want to bother you!!!
*lol* @ women with moustaches!
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Date: 2012-08-31 10:46 pm (UTC)Okay, they had metal. They could shave! LOLLZZZZ. If I made a third draft of this story I would add all the little details like that. But there are some races with no beards (beautiful native Indian men) and this IS a fantasy, so the people in the story will be clean-shaven! ONLY pubic and some underarm hairs! XD
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Date: 2012-09-01 09:04 am (UTC)You can everything write in a fantasy story! That's the fun too!
I asked because I thought about the fact, my main character shaves his head! How could he do it in the huge prison building without having a razor??? They didn't have there any metal 'tools'.
The little things are the things I always forget.
For women I have always some explanations.
YES! It IS fantasy and men don't have to shave!!!! I love it so much!
I love your story so much! It is such a great idea and to develop a main character is very interesting!
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Date: 2012-09-01 01:22 pm (UTC)When we were in the Pergamon (and in a museum in Conimbriga, Portugal in 2007) I saw grooming tools from very early times! Things like combs & brushes and scissors have not changed over all this time! They must have had shaving stuff always... ;)
Thank you! It's more exciting to write fantasy than anything else,I think! :)
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Date: 2012-09-01 02:20 pm (UTC)I think people were always innovative when it came to 'personal beauty' aso.
Can you check: He pulled her down on top of him, then rolled over so that 'she' was on top
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Date: 2012-09-01 02:58 pm (UTC)I changed it... :)))
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Date: 2012-09-01 05:43 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2012-09-03 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-03 03:06 pm (UTC)