Never Go Away
There you are, standing there
Make me wanna reach out and touch you
And run my fingers through your hair
Chronology: Tristan is 29. Raja is 19.
He caught glimpses of her on the battlefield, maneuvering
herself through the enemies, defending her life. He hated this, and tried to
stay close to her in the fray. Just in case...he loathed that – just in case.
The winds of war calmed, and he advanced swiftly towards her, examining from
his vantage point for any wounds. She was wiping the blood from her sword.
“Raja!” Tristan said urgently.
She looked up at him, a look of relief on her face that he
was unharmed.
He cupped her head in his hands; he had to touch her, make
certain she was there.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
“I’m not wounded, Tristan. It’s all right.”
He wanted to take her then and there. Tear her clothes from
her body and his, and thrust his dick deep inside of her, kiss every part of
her body and feel the juices of her pleasure that always made his lovemaking
more frantic and insistent. And near the end, when the walls of her sex would
clamp tightly around his throbbing cock, oh that sweet embracement of their
sexes.
They joined the rest of the knights, also unharmed, and
proceeded to gallop on their horses back to the fortress.
“You know, Raja, has anyone ever told you that red becomes
you?” Galahad joked. The knights and Raja chuckled, who also rolled her eyes.
All shared the mirth, save Tristan. It took all the control he had not to
strangle Galahad on that spot.
----
Breathe out, so I can breathe you in
Wanna know every single detail
Feel the movement of your skin...
Upon their arrival back at the fort, Tristan took Raja by
the elbow and said, “Let Jols tend to Odin this time.”
Raja normally insisted on taking care of Odin herself, but
she felt something amiss in her lover’s behavior now. With a glance at her
riding companion, she reluctantly assented. She patted him affectionately and
gave him a kiss between the eyes.
They left the stables together and headed to the room they
had been sharing for almost three years now, to fetch clean clothes to change
into after bathing. There was a small storage closet on the way, barely
spacious enough to fit one person inside along with all the objects it
contained. As they walked, Tristan could no longer resist the mania of which
his yearning was putting upon him. When they passed the small closet, he pulled
the door open and pulled Raja and himself inside.
“Tristan, what are you-“
“Please, Raja, please. Don’t...I have to have you now.” His
breathing was strong and rapid as he pushed down her fitted breeches and his
loose ones, his dick thirsting for her liquid with such a frenetic zeal that it
made spontaneous jerks.
Tristan grabbed her tight buttocks, the ass of a female
warrior, angling her just so for his entry, and when he felt the tip of his
cock on her wet opening, he groaned loudly and thrust himself so fast and rough
inside her that she let out a hiss as her lower back abraded against the wall.
He invaded her cunt intensely, his dick a raging madness. She wrapped her legs
around him, responding to his maniacal enthusiasm, she buried her face deep in
his neck as he moaned and moaned, not caring if passersby heard him grunting
her name, or, finally, hearing his strong release, and the final exhalation of
her name on his lips. Even though they both had cum, he still could not help
but clutch her ass, moving his penis slowly to and fro inside her.
“Tristan,” she whispered.
“I love you.”
She responded with a tender and passionate kiss, massaging
her tongue with his, her love for him spoken in this one gesture. Finally, they
parted, adjusting their clothes, oblivious to the smell of blood and sweat
mixed with the grime in the filthy closet. When Tristan opened the door, a
blast of late afternoon sunlight shone on them and their post-coital bliss.
-----
He was in the bathhouse, Raja having quickly taken hers to
go check on Odin and see if Horus had returned. Dagonet was in another bath,
silent in his washing.
“I can’t stand it, Dagonet,” Tristan spoke suddenly.
He heard Dagonet emerging from his tub, and Tristan did the
same, putting on a clean pair of tunic and breeches Raja always insisted he
have.
“Stand what?” Dagonet asked, concerned. He knew something
has been on the scout’s mind of late. He also knew it had something to do with
Raja, the only subject that Tristan would speak passionately and vehemently
about, to him anyway.
Tristan sighed and plopped himself down on a bench among the
tubs, the taller knight joining him.
“Raja. Raja...being in battle.” He looked angrily at the
floor.
Dag was silent for a moment. “Why has this suddenly been
so-“
Tristan interrupted, “She is my LIFE, Dagonet. If I lose
her, I wouldn’t just be losing a lover, I’d be losing my best friend, my heart...my
damned reason for getting up in the morning, my reason for not feeling so
fucking empty before she came along.” His voice became agitated.
“There is no choice in this, my friend.”
“No choice,” Tristan scoffed. “For the next three and a half
years, she has no choice.”
“Yes. And you will have no choice but to endure that. That
will not change, so rest easy knowing she is alive and well this day, and that
you will wake up next to her tomorrow.”
-----
If you are to ever leave me
My heart would sure enough die
So please be with me forever
And don’t you ever say goodbye
Feeling a little better after his talk with Dagonet, he
headed to his and Raja’s room, only to find her curled under the covers, fast
asleep. He smiled and just studied her from the closed door, basking in her
quietude in a peaceful sleep.
He quietly took off his boots and shirt and got into bed
next to her. In a spoon position, he embraced her from behind with both arms,
inhaling her essence. Yes, he would hold her now and wake up next to her in the
morning.