Arakim's Legacy(#Wattys2015)

Chapter 26

Arakim woke up much rested and very aroused but no dream. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled, happy at the sight before him. Mena was cuddled against him, her rear pressing deliciously against his very much awake member. Her head resting on his right arm while his left arm was wrapped around her mid-riff, under the long but thick, lustrous and wavy hair cascading everywhere.

Sunlight spilled through the small window high up on the wall with its rays falling on the tawny tresses on his arm, highlighting the blond streaks in them and casting a golden halo around it. Nuzzling into those silken tresses, with its clean smell, Arakim realised that Mena had time for a wash this morning before joining him.

Not bothering to raise his head, Arakim tuned in his senses to check who else was in the room with them and found to his satisfaction that they were alone. He briefly wondered where the others were, not really caring but hoped that they stayed there for a while and grateful to whoever decided to leave them alone in the cool hut.

It has been a while since they had found time to be alone especially since Mena confessed her love for him, smiling at the thought. He still couldn't believe she did but felt happy and greatly satisfied she did. Arakim knew she felt something for him, even before Edum said as much but hearing it from her was still wonderful and gratifying. He felt empowered and complete. All the cold and lonely places in his heart that he didn't even know he had were filled. Mena made him whole.

"Mmh,'' murmured Mena, still sleeping, drawing Arakim away from his maudlin thoughts to the delicious bundle in his arms. He wished he had the means to wash without actually getting up from the mat and remembered. Of course, I am wizard he thought, smiling at himself. Nothing to lose, he thought and whispered a small spell. Arakim wandered if it worked and realised that he could not smell the dried, stale blood on his person anymore and his mouth felt clean.

Not wasting time, he slowly moved his hand to cup Mena's ample breast over her leather shirt, cursing the outfit that was in his way. He rubbed the already hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, while nuzzling deeper into her neck, using his head to push her hair aside, very reluctant to release her breast.

Mm-hmm, murmured Mena in his head. Is that you, Djou? She asked sleepily, wriggling her rear on his groin.

"What!'' exclaimed Arakim in shock and anger, getting up abruptly and pulled his hand away from under her head, and watched in satisfaction when Mena's head hit the mat with a thud and wished she didn't have so much hair to cushion it. And became irritated when he found her laughing uproariously at him, holding her mid-riff and her knees drawn up, rolling on her side to face him.

"That was not funny, Mena,'' grumbled Arakim, realising that she was only teasing him.

"You.... You should see your face.'' She gasped in between her laughter, tears rolling down her face.

Arakim realised that it was the first time he was seeing Mena this relaxed or even hearing her laugh so freely. But he refused to be pulled in by the happiness and joy on that beautiful face, and got up from the mat and walked to the table with food arranged on it. I might as well satisfy one hunger, thought Arakim, miffed.

"Aww,'' giggled Mena, 'don't be like that. I was only playing.'' And erupted into laughter again when Arakim glared at her over his shoulders, hitting her palm on the mat.

"And everyone says Mena can't make jokes,'' she said smugly. "Take that, cousin.''

Arakim turned sharply to gaze at her in surprise. "You did this to get back at your cousin?'' he asked, reluctantly impressed with her meanness but wishing it wasn't at his expense.