Erotic Mists (BBW Erotica,Supernatural,WMBW) by Alessandra Daun Page A

this was some sort of trial and he would be rewarded for his patience. This alone gave him the strength to carry on after the old man passed.
     
    Month after month he toiled away and became lost in his chores. He tended the gardens, swept the grounds and dusted the walls and bookshelves of the forgotten monastery. He would be rewarded for this; someone would come. He repeated those words in his mind like a powerful mantra, until one day someone did come.
     
    Winter was quickly approaching and Jan had just stored away a bountiful harvest for the coming months. Another year had gone by and he expected to be dining alone for the night. Suddenly, a high pitched voice called out from behind the stone walls. The storm’s winds were strong and at first, Jan thought that he was mistaken. It was not until he heard the shout a second time that he ran for the gates to see who it was. He didn’t care who it might be. He was just happy that another soul had ventured to find him. His heart thundered in his chest as he ran through the empty courtyard and finally to the barred wooden gate. He expected to see his long lost brothers waiting outside. It was not them.
     
    This person was a warrior. That much he could tell from the look of the visitor. His stout figure sat upon a white panther which was almost camouflaged against the snowy landscape. The rider was clad in onyx and silver armor and kept a steel War-hammer at his back. The luster of the silver filigree etchings on his breastplate and cuisses glittered in the faint sunlight, and gave him the appearance of a most spectacular deity come to save Jan from the tedium of solitude.
     
    Jan bowed to the warrior and the warrior repeated the gesture out of respect. He wore no helm; instead a thick black shawl masked his face to keep the biting cold winds at bay. Jan stepped closer, but not too close lest he startle the warrior’s beast. He had never seen a panther as big as this one and had only read about them in his books. This one seemed harmless under its master’s weight, but he would take no chances.
     
    “Welcome sir.” he smiled. “How may I be of service?”
     
    In response to his question, the warrior began to pull the shawl away from his face. Jan’s eyes squinted against the armor’s glare to better see the face of his visitor, and as the fabric fell away, he realized that his visitor was really a woman.
     
    He had only seen a few women in his life, but none of them could ever compare to this one. She was lovely. She was of a darker complexion than he was and probably hailed from the southern regions of Cal’Duun or La Bourie. Another thing he’d read about in his books. Apparently this city was populated by dark vixens of an amicable nature and her pretty smile reflected the notion. He reasoned that she was also gifted in the arts of war. Her weapon and the way she donned her armor told the story of a powerful woman who could easily protect herself when put in harm’s way. Her beast was the next clue of this prowess; for not many were able to tame the gigantic beasts of the wild, let alone easily turn them into mounts.
     
    “Good day to you sir! Might I spend the night here? A storm is approaching and I won’t be able to find any shelter for some time.” she said, a light mist floating away from her warm mouth as she spoke.
     
    Her voice was as lovely as her visage; soft and airy as a bird’s song. As she waited for reply, she tucked a few strands of her violet hair behind her ears. She had pinned the locks back with silver clips, but the strong winds were making a mess of them. Still, she was as radiant as the moon goddess and Jan would serve her in any way he could.
     
    He fought the thick lump in his throat and uttered a hoarse, "Of course my lady. You are welcome here."
     
    She smiled sweetly at him and a chill ran through his body and down to his cock, stiffening the normally flaccid organ. For the first time in a long time he felt awake and alive.