Heathen

Kynthia III

What Kind of Fate Befalls Us?

Endymion's POV

It was spring again. 

The air was filled with the scent of flowers and the promise of new beginnings. But something had changed, I could feel it. I had an inexplicable urge to find my brethren, to seek out my friend and advisor, Kynthia. I had not seen her for a couple of years. I knew she always went hunting near the mountain we met again for the first time after my "death" and so, I made my way there, hoping to find her. Reaching the edge of the forest, I saw a small hut. She was standing in the doorway, as if she knew I was coming.

-You were waiting for me? I smiled.

-Indeed... she smiled back. As I got closer I noticed she looked worn.

-Is everything alright, Kynthia?

-Come. You look tired, she said avoiding answering my question.

She went into the cabin and I followed.

-The Gods are leaving us, she said in a somber tone.

-What? Why? I looked at her dumbfounded.

How could this happen?

-It is unwise and unnecessary to question the actions of the Gods. You will not get any answers.

-What are we to do now? I asked, unsure of what was coming next.

She was staring blankly at the wall behind me. After a few moments she blinked.

-We will make do as best as we can. What else is there?

I admit, her answer did not satisfy me but I guess she was just as lost as I was. If the Gods were leaving there was nothing we could do, we were just their servants.

We spent the day to her humble abode and ate together, sharing news and making small talk. We were now sitting in silence, watching the small fire burning in the hearth.

She turned towards, me offering me her lips. I put my arm around her waist, pulling her closer and we kissed. It seemed we both craved touch, intimacy. She sat on my lap, not breaking our kiss. Her tongue traced my mouth, deep inside, making me groan against her lips. I lifted her body just enough to drive myself inside her and she started to rock her hips. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her fingers digging into my flesh. My lips were latched on her collarbone, stifling my sighs. She moaned loudly, letting herself go. It was a gradual build of desire for both of us, leading slowly to our release. I could feel her quivering in my arms. She cupped my face in her hands, looking straight into my eyes. Her irises were deep red. I was mesmerized. As if in a dream, she bent her head and sank her fangs into my neck, right over my crescent scar. I gasped in surprise but melted in the euphoric feeling that followed, and groaned with pleasure. It was the first time she bit me there. I thought it was forbidden to anyone but the Goddess. But it felt good. It felt so good. I let her quench her thirst, sighing softly. I just tighten my grip on her, guiding her hips to finally reach our end together. She lifted her head, placing her lips on mine, still covered in my blood. I licked up every last drop, tasting it more on her tongue as we kissed again.

-I missed this, she mumbled still dazed by our actions. –I missed you...

Kynthia could not get enough. We continued to kiss and caress each other. We passed all night in each other's embrace.

I woke up before dawn, alone. I went out to look for her. She was sitting on the grass, watching a waning moon disappear over the horizon. I sat next to her and she leaned her head on my shoulder.