Lessons Learned

By Bekka Mouri

(Namira learns something… Keep in mind she is very naïve. Things are going to get hot! ^_^)

Namira pulled her cape around her shoulders after she slipped out of her bed. She had woke up from a nightmare of her brother being killed and was now sensing that someone was in Bekka’s room. ~I hope she’s okay, ~ Namira thought, slipping out of the room and shutting the door behind her. She also wondered what made her have the nightmare and why it seemed so real.

The innkeeper had three extra rooms and Bekka was in the one furthest from Namira’s. Ryat’s room was between theirs and he had said he was very glad the old man had more room than he thought. Everyone was tired and a bit rattled from Bekka’s spell in the tavern.

Namira got closer to Bekka’s room and saw the door was open a little more than slightly. She wanted to call to her but was afraid of startling Bekka; she didn’t need any surprises in her condition. Instead, Namira crept to the doorway and peered into the semi-darkness. She caught her breath as she saw a man under the covers with Bekka.

From what she could see, he was lithe and muscular. His hair was reddish-blonde and a little long. His flesh looked about the same color as Bekka’s. She tried to sense Bekka’s feelings and found that they were happy ones. Namira took a step back, realizing it was not her place to step in as the man slid his hands down Bekka’s chest.

Namira tried to move away some more but her eyes were fixed; the man was touching Bekka the same way Ryat had tried to touch her. Bekka sounded like she liked it and ran her hands over the man’s body in return. An unknown feeling rushed through Namira and the sensitive places on her chest raised up. It scared her and she shut her eyes, not knowing what to think.

With her eyes shut, she turned and made her way back down the hall. She decided she would have to keep her eyes shut until she got into her bed or she would be tempted to watch what Bekka and the man were doing. When she thought she had gone far enough, she felt for the door until she found the knob and slipped inside. She shed her cape and felt her way to the bed.

**

Ryat had tried to sleep but he couldn’t. Bekka’s spell had worried him and the fact she was carrying a child made his worry even worse. If she continued to have such episodes, she could hurt the child. He wondered what other things Bekka hadn’t told him when he felt the bed sink slightly with the weight of another person.

The weight didn’t seem like too much and he realized the scent belonged to the girl, Namira. ~Oh gods! She must be sleepwalking or got up for something and mistook my room for hers! ~ He opened his eyes and looked at her. He placed his hand over her mouth because her eyes were open and went wide at the sight of him. He held her mouth shut, “ Shhh! “

Namira blinked a few times, taking steadying breaths. When Ryat asked her if she was going to scream, she shook her head and he released her. “ What are you doing in my bed? “ Namira asked sharply.

“ Darling, you’re in mine. Your room is down the hall. “

Namira blushed, half from Ryat calling her ‘darling’ and half from realizing he was right. She hadn’t gone far enough down the hall after all. She tried to slip out of the bed but Ryat grabbed her arm. She looked back at him, “ What? “

“ What’s wrong? Why were you up? “ Ryat looked the girl over again. Two pebble sized bumps were visible under her thin nightgown and she looked like she was confused about something.

Namira fumbled over the words. She wanted to ask him what the man was doing to Bekka but she didn’t want to anger him. Finally, she sighed, “ I had a nightmare and I went to go check on Bekka. “

“ Why did you go check on Bekka? “ Ryat loosened his hand a bit as Namira slid back towards him a little.

“ I wanted to talk to her about my nightmare but she was asleep. I guess I was tired and came in here by mistake. “

Ryat arched an eyebrow, “ Can you tell me about your nightmare? “

“ It was about my brother. I don’t want to explain it all but I know for sure he is dead and will never hurt anyone again. “

“ Did he ever hurt you? “ Ryat asked quietly. Mehrunes was scum and was quite for sure no one was safe from his evil, even his own sister.

Namira shook her head, “ No. He loved me. “

“ Did he? “ Ryat tried not to laugh. He thought it was funny to hear the word ‘love’ applied to Mehrunes.

Namira nodded, “ He loved me very much… before our parents died. After that, he changed. “

“ Ah. Do you know if he hurt Bekka? “

Namira looked Ryat in the eye; “ He did bad things to her. “

“ Are you saying he raped her? “ Ryat had been afraid of that.

“ What do you mean by raped? What does that word mean? “ Namira blinked, the word not registering with her at all.

Ryat was dumbstruck for a moment. He moved his mouth but no words came out. Finally, he whispered: “ You don’t know? “

Namira shook her head, “ No. What does it mean? “

Ryat had to think for a simple explanation but he couldn’t. He shook his head then looked at her again, “ Do you even know how babies are made? Do you know how Bekka came to be with child? “

“ No. I’m not sure how babies are made. I just know the nurses at the hospital told us that the girls who had babies did bad things. Is making a baby a bad thing? “

Ryat shook his head, “ Well, the act that can result in a baby doesn’t always produce one. Oh gods, I don’t know how to explain this. “

“ Can you please try? I want to know, “ Namira looked into his eyes, pleading.

“ Well, I can’t. I just know how to do it, not explain it. “

Namira blinked, “ You know how to make babies? “

Ryat felt like the room was closing in around him. He couldn’t believe someone could have been sheltered from reality for as long as Namira had been. He knew what sex was from the time he was half her age. Matter of fact, he had taken his first woman when he was two years younger than the age Namira was.

“ Are you okay? You’re breathing funny, “ Namira would not unlock her gaze from Ryat’s wide and shocked eyes.

Ryat was; he was taking short gasps, trying not to think about the beautiful girl in his bed. If it had been anyone but her, he would already be on her and showing her what he was talking about. He couldn’t do that to Namira though; she was just too naïve. In his younger days, he would have used that naivety to his advantage, like he had with Bekka.

He had only intended to teach Bekka how enjoy the pleasures of the flesh and then present her to Nionus. Things had gone horribly awry and he fell in love with her. The day he sent her to Nionus, he could not bear to take her to the club himself. He simply sent her out with her totally unaware of what was going to happen once she set foot in the brothel.

She hated him now and had every right to. Ryat knew he was worse than scum for what he did but he wanted to make it up to her. He was quite sure teaching Namira about mating would not get him any further on her good side. She treated the girl like a sister even though Namira’s brother had probably done unimaginable things to Bekka.

Another thing that was disturbing Ryat was the fact he was very aroused. Namira hadn’t looked down yet and he was glad; his arousal was getting hard to hide. Namira’s eyes moved to his chest, “ Oh! You have those too! “ She raised one of her slender fingers towards his hardened nipples.

“ No! “ Ryat pushed her hand away as she barely touched him, the sensation going straight to his loins.

Namira backed away, “ Did I hurt you? “

“ No. You just don’t understand… “ Ryat shook his head before looking up at Namira. His eyes grew wide as he saw she was unlacing the top of her nightgown. He swallowed hard as she reached her hand inside and touched one of her breasts. He covered his eyes with a hand, “ Please don’t do that. “

“ Why not? “ Namira pulled his hand away from his eyes, “ It makes me feel strange. Did I make you feel strange? “

Ryat didn’t hear the question; his eyes were fixed on Namira’s open gown. He could see the round sides of her small breasts. He figured they were just about a handful… or a mouthful. He shook his head, he couldn’t think about her like that.

He took in a sharp breath as Namira touched his chest again, this time around his well-muscled pecs. She moved her fingers slowly, studying how they felt. She looked into his eyes, “ You feel nice. “

Ryat nodded, “ Uh, thanks. “

Namira pulled her gown open a little bit; “ You can touch me if you want. “

Ryat struggled to hold onto the last threads of self-control that were keeping him from pushing Namira down and doing as he pleased. She had no idea what she was doing to him and he had to keep it in his mind that she had to move very slowly. Not only that, he didn’t want to give Bekka a reason to kill him. “ That’s okay but I don’t want to. “

Namira opened her gown totally then grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her chest, “ I want you to touch me. I can’t explain it but I need to feel someone touching me. “

Ryat clenched his jaw, moving his hand down the delicate curve of her chest. He discovered that she was indeed a perfect handful as he gently weighed one of her breasts in his hand. He brushed his thumb over the tiny nipple that tipped the mound and she gasped. “ Did you like that? “ He murmured, moving his lips to her face.

“ Yeah… “ Namira whispered as he pressed his lips to hers. At first, she was unsure of what to do. She felt Ryat begin to push at her lips with his tongue and she pulled away. “ What are you doing? “

Ryat looked down at the bed, “ I’m sorry. If we’re going to fast, we can stop. “

Namira shook her head, “ No. Don’t stop. Not yet. I just wanted to know what you were doing. “

“ Oh. Uh, it’s called kissing. “

“ I like it but what am I supposed to do? “ Namira looked like she would do anything Ryat asked her to.

“ Open your mouth a little when I do it. If you don’t like it, let me know. “

Namira nodded, parting her lips slightly as he kissed her again. She could feel his tongue probing her softly and wondered what it would feel like to touch him with hers. Ryat took in a sharp breath as he felt her begin to respond to his caresses, quickly accommodating her unsure movements. He began to feel her breast again, causing a little moan to escape her throat.

She pulled away for air and looked at him, “ Is this it? Is this the ‘bad thing’ I’ve heard so little about? “

“ No. This is just the beginning and it is not a bad thing, Namira. It’s only bad when someone makes it bad. “

“ Why do they say it is bad when it feels so good? “ Namira asked as her body pulsed with unknown but wonderful feelings. Her stomach was fluttering and some place just a little below that felt very odd to her.

“ Like I said, darling. It’s only bad when people make it bad, “ Ryat breathed as he moved to her neck, kissing and nibbling at the flesh there. Namira lifted one of her hands to rest it on his leg but her hand brushed against his manhood, making him gasp.

“ What’s that? “ Namira asked, looking down at the strange figure underneath the covers. She brushed it again with her fingers but Ryat seized her wrist.

“ Please don’t do that. Not yet. We will get to that soon enough. Relax now, darling. “

Namira let Ryat ease her down to the bed as he moved on top of her, sliding his legs between hers. He prayed that she would tell him to stop; he wanted to but he couldn’t make his body listen. He hated to think what Bekka would do to him if she found them together in the morning. She opened her legs for him; destroying any chance she was going to stop him.

He moved his mouth down her body, taking one of her buds into his mouth gently and swirled his tongue around it, causing her to moan. Her hands came up and tangled in his hair as he moved to the other nipple. He pulled away and she looked up at him, “ Why did you stop? “

“ Are you sure you want this? “

“ Please? I want to know and you are the only one who’ll show me what I want to know, “ She looked into his eyes. She became quiet for a moment, “ Am I supposed to feel empty inside? “

“ Where do you feel empty? “ Ryat knew where it was but he wanted her to show him.

Namira moved a hand to her abdomen, “ In here. I feel like there’s this empty space right here. “

Ryat moved up and kissed her forehead, “ This is the part I have to be honest with you about. It will hurt but only for a little bit. “

“ What will hurt? “ Namira felt something resting against her upper thigh and she realized it was the thing from earlier that was hidden by the covers. It felt rather large and was pulsing.

“ When I enter you, “ Ryat said quietly.

“ What do you mean? “ Namira asked, a hint of fear in her voice. If he meant he was going to use that thing against her leg to fill her, she wasn’t for sure if she wanted it.

Ryat eased a hand between their bodies and slipped a finger into Namira slowly. She bucked and gasped a little as he brushed her jewel lightly. He moved his finger in and out of her, “ It will be sort of like this but the part of my body that is meant for this is much bigger than my finger. “

Namira writhed under his touch, pressing her hips closer to his hand as he continued to tease her with his finger. “ I don’t know… Try to put it in me and I’ll tell you if you’re hurting me. “

Ryat removed his finger and rose above Namira. He kissed her lips and positioned himself over her. “ I’ll take it slow. I don’t want to hurt you. “

“ I know you don’t, “ Namira whispered. She shut her eyes and bit her lip as he placed his tip against her. She could feel him going very slow and the sensation made her stomach draw up tight. He pushed into her until something stopped him and he pulled back a bit, moving into her again.

Ryat moaned as he moved in and out of Namira. Each time he reached her maidenhead, he pulled back. He wanted to wait until she was ready before breaking her seal. “ You feel so good, “ He whispered to her.

“ What’s stopping you? “ She managed to ask although her mind was swirling with even more unknown feelings.

“ It’s the part that’s going to hurt, “ Ryat leaned closer. “ You’ll probably scream and cry when I push through it. “

“ Please do it, “ Namira gasped. “ I still feel empty inside. “

Ryat captured her lips in a deep kiss as he thrust his hips swiftly, her barrier giving way to him almost instantly. He ate the cry that escaped her throat as he filled her completely. He pulled his mouth away from hers and stilled himself as she began to sob beneath him. “ I’m sorry. I thought quickness would cause you less pain. “

Namira didn’t answer. She was immersed in pleasure and pain both, the combined feelings overwhelming her. Ryat moved to pull out of her but she stopped him. “ No, “ Her voice was shaky, “ Stay. I want to know more. “

Ryat kissed her forehead as he began to move his hips slowly. She clinched her teeth for a few moments as he moved but her jaw relaxed, letting him know the pain had faded. He picked up his pace and smiled slightly as she began to move with him. “ That’s it. Just like that, “ He murmured.

Namira felt like she was in heaven with each of Ryat’s movements. She tensed as he pulled back and reveled in the feel as he filled her. Whatever the ‘bad thing’ she had been told about was, she was sure it had nothing to do with what was happening to her. She felt like she had never lived until then.

Ryat began to move a little faster, his breath coming in short gasps. Namira began to breathe the same way too, the sensations building inside of her until she felt like she was going to explode. Ryat captured her lips in a passionate kiss as she began to cry out, her core clasping him tightly. That tightness was too much and his release slammed into his body, his groan mixing with Namira’s cries somewhere between their two mouths.

Namira pulled away from him, her body still trembling. She blinked up at him a couple of times before saying: “ Wow. Now I see why it’s so hard to explain. “

Ryat removed himself slowly and lay down next to her, “ But do you understand now? “

“ So, does this mean I am going to have a baby too? “ Namira asked.

Ryat chuckled, “ No. I overheard you telling Bekka you were on shots to control your heat cycle. Since you don’t have that, you probably won’t have a baby. “

“ Oh. But that’s how they are made? “

“ Yes. “

Namira smiled, “ I like it. “

Ryat laughed hard at her, “ Yeah. I doubt many people don’t like it. “

“ But what did that have to do with what my brother did to Bekka? “ Namira looked into Ryat’s eyes.

Ryat sighed, “ Can I explain that another time? I’m in too good of a mood to discuss such awful things. “

Namira nodded, “ Okay. Ryat? “

“ Hmmm? “

“ Can I stay with you tonight? I’m a little tired, “ Namira yawned as if to prove her point.

Ryat slipped an arm around her, “ I don’t see why not. “

“ Thank you, “ She murmured, resting her head on his chest and dozing off to sleep quickly.

~I just hope Bekka doesn’t have a fit if she sees us together, ~ Ryat thought, slipping into sleep shortly afterward.