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Chapter 22: Touch Me

Lea crawled desperately, scurrying painfully on paws and knees. She could hear Eno cursing down the tunnel after her, calling her a stupid bitch, telling her she didn't have anywhere to go, that this was just a hole with a dead-end. But Lea didn't care! She'd rather curl up in here and die than stay out there with him another minute! And maybe Eno would travel on to the sun village without her and then she could run back home! The very thought made happy tears spill over her cheeks.

But as Lea scurried on through the darkness, she started to realize that the tunnel wasn't ending any time soon. No, it kept going, sloping down further and further, until Lea finally twisted around and slid herself to the bottom on her tail. With her tail flying in front of her between her thrashing legs, Lea's butt scraped level ground again and she crumpled with a little cry. Looking up, she found herself in a pool of moonlight. The passage was wider here and higher -- so high now that she could straighten up and walk. And looking up, she saw where the moonlight was coming from: there was a hole in the tunnel ceiling -- a very high ceiling. On the hard, stone walls were strange carvings of symbols, even colorful paintings. Lea touched a paw to these paintings, in awe as she passed down the tunnel. There were more holes in the ceiling, shedding in more blue beams of moonlight, and she passed through these feeling cold and hungry and tired but nevertheless in awe.

What was this place? Lea wondered to herself. She shivered, hugging herself as she gazed all around. The tunnel reminded her of the ancient memorial stones, only they were more colorful and far less dour. There were paintings on the walls that Lea could not believe: wolves coupling wildly, big cocks feeding in and out of pink and red vaginas, females obviously screaming as their nipples were bitten, females kneeling before males and taking their big cocks in theirs mouths. Lea gasped. Would she really be expected to do these things? To take a male's cock in her mouth? And what was she to do with it if she did? Zalia had never explained those things to her. She felt frightened in this cold, empty, silent place with its paintings of copulation, of ecstasy and agony. But it was better than being out there with Eno! She closed her eyes and thanked god Eno hadn't been able to fit in that hole!

As Lea wandered on, the path ended in two smaller tunnels much like the one she'd scurried down when fleeing Eno: they were very close and very small, as if the rocky ceiling had sagged over time. Lea randomly chose the tunnel on her right, reasoning that she would have to crawl on paws and knees whichever tunnel she chose.

As she crawled along, the air became even cooler and her nipples were soon standing out hard. And then she smelled the unmistakably cool scent of water on the air. She saw moonlight up ahead and hurried on, only to stop abruptly: the tunnel ended in a sheer drop! Lea scrambled to a stop, clutching the edge breathlessly in her paws, and she peered down on what appeared to be an enormous cavern of water. Lea gasped. It was so beautiful in the moonlight! The water was glistening and clear and it sat so still, reflecting the round shape of the moonlit hole in the ceiling perfectly. There were paintings on the walls of this cavern much like the tunnels: females being humped, females being licked, fondled, and caressed. But what perplexed Lea the most: there were males copulating with males as well! Male wolves humped the backs of other male wolves, feeding their penises in and out of red anuses, biting their necks, stroking their dicks. Why, there were even females kissing females! Females fingering each other! Lea could not believe it. But looking at the males together, she felt slightly aroused . . .

And then something happened that made Lea grow very still. Movement! Someone was down there! She quickly lowered herself flat, then peered carefully over the edge of the tunnel opening. The figure of a male appeared in the mouth of the cavern entrance below. Lea felt her heart pounding. He was one of the most gorgeous males she had ever seen! And so big and tall! He had to be six or seven feet tall in the least, and his silver fur was so pale and light that it practically glowed in the moonlight. Lea watched in fascination as he came to the edge of the water and dipped his toe, as if to test the temperature. Then he sat on the edge and dipped his legs. Lea saw he was wearing some kind of necklace with a symbol on it and his long silvery mane was pulled back in a tail. God, he was rippling! Bulging arms, broad chest, toned calves that flexed when he drew one knee up to his chest. And his penis! His penis was so big and thick, even when it was soft. It lay against his thigh, dipping a little into the water, and Lea felt herself blush when he scooped up a pawful of water and smoothed it over his own cock. She thought he was going to touch himself but Lea soon realized he was just cleaning himself. She saw him reach behind and pull the tie holding his mane free. He tossed his mane, tilting back his head, and when those muscles in his arms flexed so big and so burly, Lea shivered. Then he was scooping water in his paws, letting it fall back through his mane. He opened his eyes and examined his navel where the abs were so rippling and tight, and Lea saw that he had the most intense lavender blue eyes.

Lea sighed to herself. She could have gone on watching him forever. She thought of Kilyan and felt a pang of guilt: Kilyan seemed so small next to this big, strapping male. But she loved Kilyan. This she knew. What she felt for this handsome wolf bathing himself below? She felt a gushing wetness between her legs. And as she watched him suddenly stand and wade in the water, as she watched his tail floating through the water behind him and sighed over the flexing movements of his muscular buttocks and back, Lea found herself wondering what this strange silver wolf was like. He looked old enough to be well beyond his first mating season -- probably her father's age. Was he married? Was he in love? Was he good? Was he bad? But how could anything that looked like it tasted so good . . . be bad? She knew it was a foolish thought: handsome males were cruel too. But she wanted desperately for him to be good. Because maybe he could help her find her way out of here, maybe he could help her get back home.

But how was she to approach him? Lea hadn't a clue. And the thought of approaching a male so overwhelmingly handsome frightened her. She was very young and he was probably twice her age. What would he think of her adolescent drooling? He would probably laugh.

Before Lea had time to think, the male had noticed her. She had risen up on her elbows to look at him without even realizing! And he was standing there, frozen in the act of scooping water to his face. He stared up at her in blank astonishment, and Lea stared down at him and knew she was blushing, her lips a perfect "o" as she touched an embarrassed paw to her breasts. Her breasts were heaving now. Oh, god, what was about to happen here? Her first instinct was to scramble up and flee. Forget it! She was so frightened of him suddenly and she would find her own way out! She tried to turn back into the tunnel but the ground gave away beneath her, and suddenly she was falling through the air, screaming, and she heard the male give a shout and he caught her heavily in his big arms. He sloshed quickly out of the water, and Lea could hear the small avalanche of rocks falling from the tunnel into it. And then she looked up into those beautiful lavender eyes and moaned.

"Well!" said the silver wolf, and she loved already the sound of his voice: it was friendly and even amused. "It seems as if it's raining little females!"

Lea couldn't stop staring at him and he laughed at her fascination. She realized that he was carrying her to the edge of the water and she didn't want him to put her down. She wanted to cling to him. He was so big and so friendly and he made her feel so safe after everything that had happened with Eno! But she didn't want to embarrass herself any more than she already had, so when he set her down on the ledge surrounding the water, she did not move to stop him.

He stood there looking at her, but to her surprise, he didn't stop bathing! He scooped up more water and splashed it over his face, then splashed it down his neck. Lea was beside herself when that water plastered down his fur, making those rippling muscles stand out all the more. And he was so shameless! No, that wasn't the word. He was oblivious! He didn't even seem to know she was lusting after him, that her passion was building into a hot, maddening throb between her legs. And she knew her nipples were hard and that her breasts her blushing, but she could not stop staring at this beautiful thing. Would Kilyan grow up to be so beautiful? He already was in a way. But Kilyan, like her, was a summer wolf: he would never grow so tall.

Still eying her curiously, the silver wolf turned his back to her and smoothed a pawful of water over his tail all the way down to the tip. Lea felt herself getting wet just watching. She wished he would stop it. Didn't he know what he was doing to her? She tried to find her voice, to make some explanation as to why she was here, but what do you say when you fall out of a hole on someone? And she felt so dismally shy. She hated herself suddenly. Why couldn't she be braver like Zalia? Zalia would have had this handsome wolf between her thighs by now!

"You know," said the silver wolf with a little laugh, "at first I thought you were one of the village girls. They sneak in here a lot and get whipped for it, and I was just about to ask you who your parents were so I could take you home. But looking at you more closely . . ."

Lea flushed again as his eyes traced over her -- and without a hint of lust! She felt so dismal.

"Looking at you now, I realize you're too small to belong to the sun village. What's your tribe, little one? Summer?" He gazed at her questioningly.

Lea couldn't find her voice. She felt so small and stupid beside him. To think she had actually wished he would want her too! But she was just a child to him. A lost little child.

"And you're injured!" he said, frowning with concern. "You're sprinkled with blood!"

Lea grew very still as he drew closer, and then he was touching her! Oh, god! His paw was on her thigh. Her blood pumped even faster now and she was trembling. He thought she was afraid. Good. It would be utterly dismal if he realized that she wanted him!

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said, peering into her face with those gentle lavender eyes. "I just want to see how bad it is."

Lea was breathless now. His paws were on each of her thighs, so warm and wet and gentle -- but so lacking in passion! She wanted him to caress her thighs, not touch them like her father would! She sat there in frustration, her paws holding her up, but then she realized he was spreading her thighs. Oh, god, now he would see! Her thighs trembled as he pried them apart. There was a pause as he looked at her and then colored up like any blushing girl! So he had seen, he had seen her little swelling passion, those big pussy lips gushing, swollen for him! But he had also seen her vagina opening, which was surely stained with virgin blood after Eno had raped her. It probably looked a little torn too. She certainly felt torn -- and sore.

"Who did this to you?" the silver wolf asked, peering up into her eyes.

Lea opened her mouth but no sound came out. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she speak to him! But she felt her heart flutter when he stroked her thigh sympathetically.

"Poor thing," he said. "Someone really abused you. Are you alone? How did you get in here? Must've just crawled in here, huh? Were you escaping your attacker? Is that it?"

He stood there blinking at her in sympathy, waiting for her to answer. Looking back at him, Lea wanted to tell him everything: how she'd been stolen from her family, how she'd been raped and slapped and chased, how she so desperately just wanted to get back to her village and would he please hold her because she was so tired and frightened, hold her and never let go! But she heard her voice bursting out of her as if it belonged to someone else entirely:

"You have the most beautiful lavender eyes!"

Oh, god. She felt like a fool. But to her relief, he gazed at her, his pupils going small in his astonishment, then he laughed.

"Yes, my nickname is actually Lavender Eyes," he said, grinning at her.

What a handsome smile, what a handsome wolf. She loved the way his wet mane draped around his shoulders. She loved how thick his lashes were, how they fluttered when he laughed. He was so much older than her, but he looked like a pup when he laughed. His face was young. That was it.

"I guess I'll bathe you," he said, "and take you back to my village. My sister will know what to do with you. What do I know about females?"

What did he know about females? But he was so much older than her and surely he had plenty of wives being so handsome? She stared at him in astonishment until she realized what he'd said: he was going to bathe her! She colored up when he placed his paws on her waist and then lifted her easily down from the ledge. He carried Lea in his arms to center of the little pool where moonlight was beaming down strongly on the water, and he stood Lea on her feet. God, she loved his paws on her body! She wanted to tell him not to stop, but she had never said such a thing to anyone before -- not even to Zalia when they were touching each other. She didn't know how to ask for pleasure.

And then Lea felt him behind her. He smelled so good, so -- soft. Yes, his fur smelled as if it was downy soft! Not rough and bristly like most males. And yet his body was hard against her back. She felt the muscles, felt his soft cock nudging against her. And then his arm reached around her from behind and she watched wide-eyed as that paw traveled under the water toward her thighs. He was going to touch her there! She waited, tense with her passion, for that first caress. But he was only wiping the blood away gently with his paw. She moaned in frustration and he was shocked. He started to pull his paw away, but she grabbed it and forced it between her thighs again. Just touch me! Touch me! She felt him hesitate, and then suddenly, he was stroking her very softly, very gently, and a shudder went through her body. Her head fell back against him and she moaned, imagining this was Kilyan -- this was Kilyan touching her!

The silver wolf continued stroking her -- uncertainly but deliciously, she thought.

"Does this please you?" he whispered nervously in her ear. "You see, I -- I have never been with a female. I'm a tail chaser . . ."

Lea eyes opened. A tail chaser. It suddenly all made sense. No wonder he hadn't desired her. No one wonder that cock hadn't gotten hard.

"Do you want to be with a female?" she asked him. She couldn't believe she'd just said those words! What was the matter with her?

"I . . . I have always wondered what it was like . . ." he answered and he sounded so nervous.

Without a word, Lea guided his paw over her pussy, pushing his fingers deeply between the lips. She felt him shudder and she shuddered too. God, his fingers were so big and yet so gentle, so uncertain. His uncertainty was cute! She felt as if she was an expert teaching him the art of love making even though she hadn't a damned clue herself. But she guided his fingers deeper, making them glide over her clit and massage it, and suddenly he was pleasing her all on his own. He worked her carefully, pinching his fingers in her juices as if he was fascinated, giving little sounds of surprise when she reacted with a deep shudder or moan.

Then Lea found herself taking his other paw -- which had been resting on the curve of her buttocks -- and she placed it on her breast. He started massaging it, and she knew he was peering over her shoulder down at it, probably just as fascinated with the soft feel of her breasts as he was with her bulging sex. She felt him breathing hard against her neck now, as if he himself was getting exited, and then she felt his dick moving against her. He was getting hard for her.

"I never dreamed anything was so soft," he whispered in her ear. "Or so . . . hot. I . . . I want to be inside . . . of here." He closed his paw over her sex, and somehow, she knew he was blushing. He sounded so bashful! It reminded her of Kilyan and she smiled. If only she was at home with Kilyan in the fields right now. If only.

Lea moved to the edge of the pool and stood with her back to the ledge. She didn't know what she was doing. He was so tall. How was he supposed to get inside of her? The thought flew from her head. His lavender eyes were so intense! They gazed down at her with such a rushing fire and she was paralyzed. His big paw cupped her neck, and she realized he was staring at her breasts. Then his other paw smoothed over her waist, and she heard him whisper, "I like wolves with stripes. I like white wolves too. You happen to be both." They smiled at each other.

"What's your name? Your real name?" Lea asked, gazing happily into his eyes.

"Julyan," he said. The thick lashes fluttered, and she realized he was looking over her body, that he was hard for her.

Lea couldn't believe it when she said, "Put it inside me, Julyan!" and he colored up just like that! Oh, he was too gorgeous. But he seemed worried. Probably because she was torn, she was hurt. Lea reached up and cupped his face, "If you go slowly and gently, it won't hurt me."

Julyan seemed reassured. That fire still rushing in his eyes, he dragged his paw from her neck over her breast in a line of fire, and she realized she was being bent back over the ledge, her breasts thrusting toward the moonlight. And he entered her. Her pussy was beneath the water, and the entrance was slippery and wet. He was so thick inside of her that she let out a gasp and he stopped, but she grabbed his arm and couldn't believe it when she whispered that she wanted him to -- she wanted so badly! He moved inside of her now, rhythmically and slow, and his big paw cradled her head when it fell back, his tongue found her breasts. God, he was so huge -- everything about him was huge! She felt trapped in his bulging arms, trapped beneath his hot chest -- she felt safe. She felt happy. She wanted him to never stop. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was smiling at her, the lavender eyes were crinkled with a sad smile. She asked what was wrong.

"You're so young and fresh and pretty. Everything about you is softness, prettiness. I feel like this is a dream. I feel like this can't be real -- I feel like I've been seduced by some kind of goddess or something." He leaned down and Lea trembled to feel his kisses on her neck before he whispered in her ear, "You just fell out of the sky and made love to me!"

Lea laughed and put her arms around him. She was so happy when he held her back, squeezing her tight, hunching his back to push himself deeper and deeper into her wet walls.

"God, the way you cling to me . . ." he panted.

She was out of breath. He was so deliciously deep, so thick, so overpowering in his size. She was paralyzed in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, and he was fucking her so deeply, so slowly. She thought it was a dream too. To feel these kisses, this closeness, this admiration coming from him -- it was more than she'd ever wanted! He kissed her in a frenzy now: on her neck, on her face, his moans becoming more urgent the deeper he thrust himself.

"Oh, god," Lea moaned in his ear, and she was shocked to hear herself asking, "Julyan, fuck me! Deeper, Julyan!"

Julyan was shocked too, but she also knew he was on the verge of coming and only too happy to comply. Lea had never been taken so gently, so deeply and yet with such kindness. She would never forget the way those lavender eyes smiled at her!

When they had come and sagged in each other's arms, Julyan carried Lea back to the deeper part of the water, and with her clinging to his neck, he bathed her again. He gently stroked the blood and dirt from her fur, scooped up water and smoothed down her mane, and Lea clung to him, happy and content and feeling safe at last, her eyes closed. She opened her eyes to look at him again, to make sure this was real, that she was really free of Eno -- and she noticed he was embarrassed. He couldn't look at her!

"What's the matter, Julyan?"

"You're just so young. I feel like I robbed the cradle. But the fact that you came on to me . . . it makes me feel a little better."

They laughed.

"What's your name, little goddess?" Julyan asked. "And how came you to fall to earth and seduce me?"

Lea grinned. She loved the way he talked. It was playful -- like her father.

"My name is Lea."

"Lea," he repeated, as if trying it on his tongue. He scooped up more water and smoothed a pawful of it down her tail. "You're obviously from the summer village, am I right?" he whispered, smoothing water over her buttocks. "It's the closest village with wolves your size."

Lea watched him bathing her, loving the way his long lashes angled down. "Yes," she answered. "I was taken from my home. He was trying to take me to the sun village with him, but I escaped in here."

"I figured as much. And he hurt you, didn't he? Poor thing. It's a good thing you fell into my arms. It's easy to get lost in here. Some of the passages are very dark --"

"But what is this place?"

"The sacred tunnels of the sun village. Our youth come here to mate during the mating season."

Lea's eyes grew round as it dawned on her. So that's why there were paintings of wolves copulating everywhere! But there were paintings of males with males too! Males weren't supposed to mate together during the mating season! It confused Lea.

Seeing Lea's confusion, Julyan said to her with a laugh, "I come down here sometimes to be alone. A lot of males come in here to get tail -- tail chasers or females looking for casual females. But most tail chasers have lovers and they just stay at home with them."

"Do you come in here to get tail?" Lea asked and was shocked at her own boldness.

Julyan gave a soft laugh and glanced sideways at her. "No, no. I -- I don't have a lover . . ." He blushed, his eyes fixed firmly on his own paw smoothing water over her thigh.

"Why not? I think you're gorgeous!" Lea bit her lip as if she'd said too much. Oh, what was the matter with her?

"Do you?" He was surprised. "Well, I guess you do. When I opened your thighs you were gushing wet, throbbing. I didn't understand it at first, but then I thought about how my dick throbs when I see a handsome male, and I knew."

Lea listened to him, marveling that he was so ignorant of females.

Julyan set her on her feet and her heart fluttered when he took her paw. "Come. You look clean enough now -- you look stunning. I'll take you to my village and you can stay at my sister's until we figure out what to do with you."

"You aren't going to take me home?" Lea cried, stepping out of the pool after him. "I must go home! I -- I miss my mother --"

He glanced back at her sadly. "Don't worry, my little goddess. I will help you get back to your shrine," he told her tenderly, and Lea was immensely relieved when he took her under his big arm and pressed her head to him. They walked this way side by side up the tunnel, passing under the blue beams of moonlight.

"So who is Kilyan?"

Lea's eyes snapped open and she flushed.

"Don't be embarrassed," said Julyan with a laugh. "I figured a lovely like you would have a lover, some young male that she'd be missing. I wasn't surprised at all when you moaned his name. And you were so deeply in your dreams of him that you didn't even notice."

"Kilyan isn't really my lover," said Lea awkwardly. "But I wanted him to be. He was away on a trip when I was taken. I . . . I didn't even get to see him a last time . . ." Lea's voice trailed sadly into silence, but she was comforted when Julyan kissed her on the head.

"Julyan?" Lea said after a pause.

"Hmm?"

"The wolf who took me -- he said we were days from the sun village. Is that true?"

"What fool kidnapped you and didn't even know where he was?" said Julyan with a laugh. "The sun village isn't far at all. It is hidden behind a great cliff that towers over the wastelands. Behind the cliff on a hill is the sun village. It's lovely. Stands right beside the sea. There are palm trees and flowers and -- males." Julyan's eyes glazed over, and Lea giggled.

"What?"

"It's just that -- I've never met a male who was so open about being a tail chaser! Aside from my father."

"Do they not accept tail chasers in the summer village?"

"No, they accept them, it's just that -- well, males aren't supposed to mate with males during the mating season! But all these walls have these paintings --"

"Why not?" asked Julyan in surprise. "Tail chasers need life partners too."

Lea was shocked. "Well, in my village, the mating season is about the continuation of life -- you know, getting a female with your pup."

"Oh, really? In the sun village, the whole point of the mating season is just to claim the wolf you want to spend your life with. You're supposed to know who you're going to choose before you enter, but some wolves come in here and just fall in love."

"Can I ask you something?" Lea whispered.

"Anything, my little goddess."

"Julyan . . . why are you alone?"

Julyan was quiet a moment, and Lea was frightened she had upset him, but he answered her quietly, "I never met a male to spend my life with."

Lea was saddened by his answer and took his paw and kissed it. She was relieved when he laughed at this.

"Julyan, do you still think you're a tail chaser since you slept with me?"

"I think I've always liked a little of both sides, Lea. But I still prefer cock first, if you must know. I get aroused by females, it's just -- you're so young! My sister will kill me if she finds out I was with you."

"I won't tell!" said Lea, grinning. She felt playful now. She felt like teasing him. "Would you sleep with me again if I came on to you?"

They passed under another solid beam of moonlight, and Lea saw him blush a little. She wanted to be bold again. It was so fun to break out! She grabbed his cock and smoothed her paw over it in one gentle stroke. She loved the feel of it: so soft and yet so hard. He shuddered a little and looked embarrassed when he started to get a little hard.

"Lea --"

But she was running ahead of him now. She ran backwards in front of him, skipping hard on purpose, her breasts bouncing. She put her arms behind her head and thrust her breasts from side to side, and she was never so pleased when he gave a moan and that big cock throbbed up again. She was almost frightened of its size! But her fear seemed silly to her suddenly: she had known him inside of her! Had she really taken that great thing in her walls? It seemed impossible.

"All right, that's enough. You've teased me into a hard-on," he said, "now come back here and walk --"

God! He sounded like he was her father! Lea turned and waved her tail at him, and looking over her shoulder, she loved the way his lavender eyes seemed to suffer just looking at her. She stopped now and bent over, her legs wide apart to reveal her pink sex, and he halted clumsily and his face was never so red. She bent over so far that her ass cheeks were spread as well, and she knew he could see her little pink anus. She rubbed her paws over her high buttocks, then arched her back and rose slowly, tossing her mane and thrusting her breasts out. That seemed to send Julyan over the edge. He made a playful snatch at her, but she was running, screaming and laughing through the tunnels, and he was laughing and chasing after, calling her his little wood nymph.

Lea felt so girlish, so young and happy, fleeing as she was from him. She ran around each corner, letting her tail flick after her on purpose. And her pussy was gushing just thinking of him inside of her again. She felt bold now, she felt free. It was almost as if being with Eno and finally standing up to him had opened a door for her. And now she never wanted to look back.

"Gotcha!" Julyan cried, and Lea gave a squeal as his big arms closed around her waist. He lifted her clear off her feet, and she pretended to wriggle and squirm but she was really enjoying it when he buried his kisses in her neck, when his big paws groped eagerly at her breasts. And then he had her on her paws and knees -- she loved the power of those burly arms bringing her down! -- and suddenly he was inside of her again, pumping into her, moving his hips against her, hunching over her, groaning, grunting, and she had her eyes closed and her head back, her knees were wide apart, her buttocks thrust at him, and she demanded for it deeper, harder, faster. And he complied.

"Oh, what a day," Julyan moaned when he and Lea were curled together on the ground in the middle of the tunnel.

They lay on the hard ground in a pool of moonlight as if they could have been on sleeping furs in a bed. Julyan had his arm around Lea and he was playing in her mane, lifting the thick tresses and letting them fall.

"You went from my goddess to a tricky little nymph," Julyan whispered. "Running from me around every corner, giggling when I couldn't catch you. It was all too sweet."

"I've been miserable for such a while now," Lea said in a low voice. "I think I just wanted to be happy."

"My poor goddess," Julyan whispered, tracing a finger over Lea's lips.

Lea felt bubbly with joy when he gathered her in his arms.

"But come," Julyan told her. He stood, holding Lea to his chest, and he started away up the tunnel. "We really have to be getting back. I'm starving and I'm sure you are too. And if you didn't keep seducing me, I'm sure we'd be freezing about now."

Lea knew he was right. It was very cold underground where the sun could not reach. But Julyan was so big and warm and soft. She laid her head against him and closed her eyes. Her savior. Her Julyan who had caught her when she fell. She would never forget him. The way he took her so sweetly -- she would never forget. And she would never forget those lavender eyes.

"Julyan?"

"Hmm?"

"Will I see you again? After you take me to your sister?"

"Yes, if I'm in the group that takes you home. I don't know, Lea. I might have duty. Or the council might not let me -- we have to consult them before we take long trips. But don't worry. My sister is very nice. She'll take care of you until we figure things out."

He might have duty. He was a warrior, of course. Lea sighed.

Julyan laughed softly. "I know. You're going to a new place where you won't know anyone and you're naturally trying to cling to me. But, Lea, there's no reason to be afraid. Honestly. I'll see that you're taken care of. In the mean time, stop seducing me, eh? God, my sister will kill me if she finds out. You're such a young thing."

Lea grinned at him mischievously, then started showering his neck with hot, wet kisses. Julyan gave a mock growl, and even as he was carrying her away up the tunnel, he started kissing her neck back just as fervently.

Lea threw her head back, giggling wildly and kicking her little feet as he showered her with his kisses. "Harder, Lavender Eyes, harder!"

And Julyan complied.