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Something to Take	By : c0p13r Category: Misc Books > Het Views: 369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Something to Take
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It had all been decided. Taran set out in the morning to seek his origins. With great luck, he prayed to find that he belonged to royalty. If he came from noble lineage, it would be a simple task to ask Princess Eilonwy for her hand in marriage. She was gone, of course, learning to be a proper lady from the Queen of Mona; against her wishes, she said, for she enjoyed being who she was, and that was an adventurous individual who working in the scullery to being pampered all day and night.
            With his quest merely hours away, Taran tossed and turned restlessly in his bed. So much could happen on his first journey benefitting only himself. Gurgi would be with him, though; the furry creature would have it no other way, and neither would Taran.
            Taran sat up and groaned, rubbing his face with both of his hands. The crack of the window next to his bed allowed enough of the starlight and moonlight to see around his small room. Tiredly, he glanced around, checking his packed saddlebags to make sure they were ready to be hefted out in the morning. Almost everything was bare since he had no real possessions other than the essentials. But something felt out of place.
            He had missed it when he scanned the room the first time, but upon his second glance, he saw the figure standing against the corner nearest the door. It was someone dressed in dark robes, even darker than the night around her. Brushing back her hood, the former Queen of Prydain made herself known, her haunting smile lifting her mouth almost pleasantly.
            Taran almost jumped when he saw her. Though she had given up her dark practices and had graciously taken up Eilonwy’s chores in her absence without any arguments, she was still a forbidding presence when she wanted to be. Taran would always remember how she almost left him to rot in a dungeon on a mere whim; he had forgiven her somewhat – at least enough to tolerate living with her – but it was difficult for him to forget.
            “Achren,” he whispered, scooting up in his bed to sit more stiffly. She had never been in his room before, and rare was the time they would actually speak to each other without Dallben’s or Coll’s attendance. For a moment, he feared that she had come to do something unspeakable to him to exact some sort of revenge against Gwydion for stealing her from her place of rising power. “What are you doing here?”
            “I’ve come to impart words of wisdom, Pig-Keeper,” she told him. She glided through the shadows as if she was one with them. At last, she stood at Taran’s bedside, the side of her beautiful face catching the shine of the moon. Her fair-colored hair glimmered in the pale light. She enjoyed seeing the boy recoil from her as though she was still as dangerous as she was when she was ruler of Prydain. “You leave in the morning to seek your fortune. This, I have heard from Dallben and Coll. Your furry pet, as well, couldn’t end his jabbering of the journey.”
            Taran flushed, feeling as though the sorceress was rebuking his decision to set out on his quest to find his identity. “I wish to know who I am, who Taran of Caer Dallben is. In doing so, I can claim something I have been too afraid to claim before.”
            The smirk on Achren’s face broadened slightly. “And if you are not of royal blood,” she began, knowing that Taran was speaking of the right to ask Eilonwy to wed, “if your blood is as common as another’s, what will you do? Will you despair and relinquish all hope in having the Princess of Llyr as your wife?”
            The thought hadn’t crossed Taran’s mind much, his hopes too high to be anything but him being of royalty. He looked Achren in the eyes. “I will not,” he said boldly. “I will find someway…”
            “And what way would you intend to persuade her?” Achren sat upon the mattress and leaned toward the boy. Her scent filled his nostrils, a blend of sweetness like honey mixed with the dryness of ash. “Do you believe you could please her” – she reached out slowly to touch Taran’s arm and made him shiver – “without ever knowing a woman’s touch yourself?”
            “What do you mean?” hissed Taran, suddenly becoming uneasy on a whole other level. He wished for her to leave and let him try to fall asleep. However, she would not budge unless she wanted to. She tilted her head downward somewhat, staring suggestively at him and spoke not a word. Again, Taran’s cheeks went deep red. “I don’t need to worry about those sort of things,” he protested, “at least until I’m married.”
            At this, Achren couldn’t hold in a laugh. “How naïve you are, Pig-Keeper. If you truly wish to please the Daughter of Angharad, you must be acquainted with a woman’s body first, lest you wish to look a fool to her.” She moved nearer to Taran, her smile lost in shadow. “I have come here, Pig-Keeper, to offer my assistance before you leave on your quest. Would you ask me to leave and refuse my help when I offer it to you?”
            Taran wanted to say no right offhand, but found that he couldn’t. He thought of Eilonwy, and he did wish to please her in every way possible. Stumbling along during intercourse may very well annoy her, as she was agitated when he didn’t do things right. Aside from that, she was gone to learn to be a lady. Would it be so wrong for him to learn to be a man?
            When he looked at Achren again, he saw that she was standing, removing the robes that always shrouded her. Beneath, she wore a glistening, black corset that pressed her ample breasts up and squeezed her abdomen before accenting the pleasant curves of her waist. Below the corset was worn a simple gown of fabric as black as the rest of her attire, making her skin glow amongst the gloom. Her silvery blonde hair tumbled about her shoulders in both directions and framed her beautiful face.
            “You have me now, Pig-Keeper,” she said softly. She leaned over and petted the side of Taran’s face with loving tenderness. Her face was closer than any other had gotten to him before. “Accept me now, or refuse me. Whatever your choice, I will not argue.”
            Taran pressed his mouth against hers before he could change his mind. He was panicked as he tried to kiss in a way that would impress Achren. However, she could smile at the transparency of his inexperience. Her fingers ran along his jaw until they cupped his chin, and then she pulled away from him, watching with amusement as he struggled to catch his breath.
            Erecting herself again, she licked at her lips. She gave a simple command. “Remove your blanket and sit at the edge of the bed.” She saw that Taran was reluctant and mockingly asked him if he preferred that she leave now. This seemed to help in his eagerness, for he pushed away the covers and sat where he was told to sit.
            Achren was pleased. She went down to her knees, moving between his legs. He gave her a questioning look, not knowing the reason why she would position herself in such an area. He knew of regular copulation from his teachings, but did not know a thing of foreplay, though it was not a popular process in such times. Archren, who was master of all the land, had learned many things during her rule before Arawn Death-Lord overthrew her.
            She did not speak as she reached for the hem of Taran’s nighttime bottoms. Just as he was about to protest from embarrassment, Achren hushed him and reminded him that he accepted her aid. With him now biting his tongue and following her lead, she tugged down his bottoms to his knees.
            Much to her surprise, Taran was quite large for someone his age, despite not being fully erect. His member hung in a pulsating arch. Thick and long, it began to rise under the gaze of Achren. He watched in silent wonder as the former queen leaned forward and licked the head of his penis. It was a subtle pleasure, and it caused blood to rush to and fill out the rest of his cock. Before it was fully erect, Achren had taken a good portion in her mouth and drew succulently on it. The feelings created by this were much more intense than a simple lick, and he couldn’t help but moan loudly. His sack was cradled gently in her right hand while her left hand braced against her thigh.
            With a bit of effort and adjusting the position of her head, Achren accepted more into her mouth without gagging. She bobbed up and down, her tongue lashing along the thick shaft. When air became necessary, she pulled back from the cock and took in a breath. She held the shaft and stroked it several times as she caught her breath. With her other hand, she brushed back her silver tresses before lapping eagerly at Taran’s cock, lathering it with a coat of saliva.
            Taran was choking on his own breaths. Each stroke from Achren’s tongue caused his erection to surge. Pre-cum spilled from the tip to feed the sorceress’s appetite. Whenever she paid special attention to the head of his cock, Taran would cry out in pleasure and sob, forcing himself to meet her eyes as she gazed up at him sensually.
            A sudden banging on the door made Taran jump and his heart race frantically. He stared at the portal, wishing for, at least the moment, Achren would stop her ministrations; to his despair, she seemed spurred on by his panic.
            “Kindly master,” called the shaggy Gurgi from the other side of the door. “Gurgi woke up when he heard kindly master upset with groanings and moanings! Did kindly master get hurt?”
            Far from the actual fact, Taran vaguely thought as he glanced back down at Achren, who teasingly ran her tongue up from the base of the shaft to the tip, where her tongue flicked like a snake’s. All the while, she was smirking wickedly.
            “I’m fine, Gurgi,” Taran managed to wheeze. He bit back a moan. “I was just having a bad dream. I’m all right.”
            “Gurgi is glad. He does not like it when master has harmful hurtings.” There was a bit of shuffling beyond the door, and Taran feared that his furry companion would walk in. But the door never opened. “But, master must know. Mean witch who causes the harmful hurtings is not in bed. Clever Gurgi thinks witch is going around with sneakings and peekings.”
            Achren stopped sucking on Taran’s cock to glance back at the door. It was rather irritating to hear that creature condemn her so even though she had faithfully served Dallben since coming to live at the farm. Out of her and the Gurgi beast, she knew others would be more wary about him.
            “That’s fine, Gurgi,” said Taran, who moved his hips in a silent plea for Achren to continue, which she did gradually, but with a bit less fervor. “Just go back to sleep. We have a big day ahead of us.” He even surprised himself with how calmly he spoke as Achren deep-throated him.
            A yawn and words of goodnights were given from beyond the door, and Gurgi returned to sleeping in his bed. Whatever worrying he had about Achren’s whereabouts could wait until morning.
            Relieved that they were truly alone again, Taran could again revel in the pleasures of Achren’s lips and tongue. He shuddered. Delicately, he placed a hand on the top of her hair and urged her on. She spurred on, advancing and retreating her talented mouth until she could practically feel his release bubbling from the very base of his erection.
            As if to torture him, she took her mouth from his cock, and she could swear that he looked to be on the verge of tears. Such piteous looks did not faze her. She would not allow him to cum until she was ready.
            Standing up and never taking her eyes from the winded Taran, she skillfully began to remove her corset and dress. The gown fell away first to bundle at her bare feet, and Taran caught his first glimpse of a woman’s body when her undergarments were quickly disposed of. Above, her clothes were peeled away and allowed her slightly compressed breasts to settle in place. Tipped with stiffened nipples, they were a glorious pair. Eilonwy still had some maturing to do, but Taran had to admit that hers could not be as full as Achren’s: nicely rounded, not sagging, but still retained weight.
            He hastily moved aside when she crawled on the mattress like a sleek cat. Several inches taller than him, she was a daunting presence to accompany him in his bed. Her smirk was so close to him, and he almost begged to kiss her again. When her lips moved, he hoped it was to grace him once again. “Take off the rest of your clothes,” she whispered sultrily, “and you shall know the true touch of a woman.”
            Taran was all too eager to obey her. He threw his shirt from over his head while he clumsily kicked off his pants. All the while, his arousal pulsed, expelling more beads of clear liquid from the intensity of it.
            Both were nude, and Achren looked pleased as her eyes ghosted over his body, examining the slightly hardened body of a young assistant pig-keeper. She touched his chest and caused an outbreak of goose-bumps all over him. Leaning forward, she tenderly kissed the side of his mouth while guiding one of his trembling hands to her breast. They were heavier than he first thought; another strong throb occurred from his loins as he toyed unskillfully with the large mound of flesh. He poked and rubbed at the hardened nipple, and found that Achren’s reactions were greatest when he plucked or twisted it. She would inhale, bite her bottom lip, or give a quiet moan.
            Her hand came to cup his testicles, rolling them in her hands. The sensation created made Taran believe that she would coax his essence from his sac by applying just the right pressure, and it was all too cruel of her to leave him unsatisfied. She told him to lie back, and if it meant that she would continue to share these wonderful feelings, Taran complied without much thought. He was on his back and watching as the queen enchantress straddled his hips. She handled his jutting cock gracefully and rubbed its tip against the patch of light-colored curls above her slit. Running his cock over a sensitive nub at the crest, she finally reached home.
            Taran gasped aloud and held onto the sheets of his tattered bed as he sunk into a woman for the first time. She had been wet, ready to accept his member with the greatest of ease. Her inner walls held him like a vise as he wedged deeper into her. Achren’s eyes shut, and a cute gasp escaped her. It was quite a chore to take him all into her, but it was rewarding. Filled like never before, she settled fully on Taran’s lap.
            Hands groped at her lovely body. Taran’s touch ran from her thighs, over her waist, and finally cupped her beautiful bosom. He caressed them like globes of delicate glass, though he was keen to pull on her nipples once or twice, eliciting a moan from her.
            Leaning forward to brace herself with her hands on Taran’s chest, Achren lifted her hips almost completely off his cock before dropping back down. She knew that in these cynical times, it was improper for a lady to mount her man, but she was not one to be dominated. She was in control, and this boy was blessed to be controlled.
            Slaps of skin against skin were lost under the sounds of their moans. Taran was much more vocal than Achren, but he did manage to get her to cry out her share of times, despite how much she tried not to. They had gone at it long enough for Taran to catch onto the rhythm and start thrusting in time with her. Achren’s body rocked above him as sweat glistened in the moonlight. The way her hair brushed lightly over his chest made him tingle all over. When his hands went to steady her wildly moving hips, her breasts swayed freely above him, and he watched them with such admiration. Lifting himself as much as he could, he kissed her skin lovingly. Their lips meshed together so suddenly in their throes of raw, unbridled passion.
            Of course, he was a virgin no more than ten minutes ago. He suddenly brought her hips down hard on him, managing to reach even deeper than before. Throwing her head back, Achren moaned loudly as she felt him throb within her body. Much louder than her, Taran cried while bucking his hips. Rushes of his seed shot forth to spill within her womb. It was a sizeable quantity, for he was young and did not time from his busy days to indulge in pleasures of the body.
            The warmth that filled her made Achren smile wearily. Several more spurts were discharged within her, and she reveled the feeling, biting her lip and groaning pleasantly while rolling her hips. Her vaginal muscles squeezed hard to milk him for every drop of his semen before the deflating member slipped from her.
            Taran, panting and motionless, stayed lying down, gazing at the ceiling, but not seeing it. Clarity returned to him, and he could not believe what he had done. A moment of weakness, of pure, boyish excitement, and he was left stunned.
            Achren was done. She moved off the bed without a word, though never lost her smile. She walked with a certain dignity and poise, even as Taran’s essence spilled from her snatch and ran down her thighs. To taunt him, she bent over and gave him a perfect view of every part of her body as she gathered her clothes; she would not put them on now, assured that she would make it to her own quarters in the house without crossing paths with any of the other residences, for they were all asleep.
            As mysteriously as she had come, Achren disappeared from Taran’s room. Naked and ashamed of himself, he turned his head to stare out the window. He could only think of Eilonwy now. Still, he was not restless anymore and found himself to be incredibly tired. He fell asleep in a matter of moments.
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            In the morning, Taran saddled up with Gurgi. Melylnas was equipped with the supervisions needed for the trip of undetermined length and time. All the while, the boy in search of his parentage was quiet, preferring to stare at his own hands and feet than at anything else. Without much said to Dallben or Coll, he and Gurgi set out. Taran didn’t dare look back, for he knew if he did, he would see the cold eyes of Achren smiling back at him.
            From the cottage, Achren watched the boy with her small grin. Last night was about revenge; not on Taran, but on Eilonwy. The girl, in refusing to obey her, had taken her from her place in the world once again. Therefore, Achren swore to take something from her. And she had, something more precious. It was something Eilonwy could never have.
            Idly, Achren rubbed a hand against her lower belly, and then turned to tend to the chores for the day.
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Was watching THE BLACK CAULDRON the other day and thought 'Do I still have the Taran/Achren story?' I'm glad I did! Now... I must needs write Taran/Eilonwy...
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