A Question
Myla PoV
Laying in Mistress Harien's arms, I panted as my body screamed at me, making the woman responsible chuckle.
Glaring up at her, I was pulled deeper into her embrace, her hands roaming.
Moaning in her grasp, I shuddered as she quickly brought me to the edge again.
Panting, I collapsed in her arms, looking into her mirth filled blue eyes.
"Myla... I have a question..."
Stopping her hands, Mistress Harien looked me over, before saying "Will you become my wife?"
I froze, looking up at her with wide eyes.
"W-What... Why-"
Putting a finger on my lips, she continued.
"I've become... lonely, over the years. I started this tavern because my previous lover died, and I wanted to commemorate her. However, after the years crawled by, I found myself missing the warmth of another's body. Then, you came here.
At first I found you pitiful; you were doing everything you could to raise a child on your own, even breaking my rules and accepting... 'tips' for some services. You worked yourself to exhaustion, oftentimes stumbling in and out of the tavern with lifeless eyes.
I was worried that one day, you might just... end your life, the pain too much. However, you fought on, doing whatever it took to raise Likon. I found that admirable, and I wanted... Well, I wanted you in my bed.
I found you attractive, your maturity and curves inviting me, while your personality intrigued me. After getting a taste, I found myself becoming addicted. You were always on my mind, my body craving yours.
For a while that was fine; I was content taking you every few days, offering you more coin to help you raise Likon. But... now, I want more.
I... I feel greedy, but I want you to be mine. I want you looking at me, and only me.
I want to..."
Mistress Harien took a shuddering breath, her eyes serious as she asked...
"I want to have children with you; to start a family."
My heart clenched, realizing her words were serious.
She was looking down at me with those blue eyes, her lips pursed as she waited.
"M-Mistress Harien..."
"Please, Myla; call me just Harien"
"Harien... I... I'm sorry..."
She bit her lip, looking at me with confusion.
"I... I can't... I don't think I can do it again... My heart can't take it..."
She nodded, looking away from me as she asked "Is... that it?"
I nodded, pursing my lips as I continued.
"I'm sorry... It's just, my last relationship... it... it broke me. I gave her my all, and she just left, leaving me with nothing but a child in my belly. Even though I know you'd take care of me, my mind just won't let it happen; I'd fear that you'd be just like her, that one day I'd find you gone, no note or explanation as for why..."
I dragged in a breath, clinging closer to her as tears came to my eyes.
"It's stupid, I know... but I... if that happened again I'd... I'd..."
My voice caught in my throat, my heart in a vice grip as my breathing became hurried.
Even as Harien held me closer to her, trying to soothe me with a low voice, I shook, my mind filled with fear as I remembered that morning.
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Waking up, I smiled as I felt my stomach was warm, evidence of the way Feyra had claimed me last night.
Blinking a few times, I rose from our bed, looking around with a confused gaze.
"Feyra?"
Getting up, I grabbed my hips as I stumbled to my feet.
"Damn, she really was insatiable last night..."
Looking down at my stomach, I gently caressed it, wondering if she had done what she set out to.
I grinned to myself, chuckling as I remembered that husky growl of hers.
"You are all mine, Myla... and I'll prove it to you by marking your deepest parts...
She had thoroughly marked her 'property', the red marks from her teeth making me chuckle again.
Exiting the bedroom, I looked around the small living area, frowning when I saw nothing.
"Feyra!"
Returning to the bedroom, I widened my eyes as I saw that her drawers were empty.
Throwing on some clothes, I sprinted out of our dorm, looking around with wide eyes.
"Drena, have you seen Feyra?"
The black haired girl shook her head, chuckling as she said "Wasn't she too busy indulging in you last night?"
I nodded, looking around as I said "She wasn't there when I woke up, and her clothes are gone..."
Drena shrugged, saying "Maybe she packed to go home? It is the last day of the Academic Year..."
Nodding, I went back inside, holding my head as it started aching.
That day passed by at a grueling crawl, and every lecture I attended she was absent from.
I asked everyone; the Knights, the Squires, the other students, hell, even the maids cleaning the halls!
Yet, no one seemed to know where she was.
The Knights told me she hadn't submitted her leave slip, the Squires hadn't seen her leave, the students said that they hadn't seen her since two days ago at the last lecture, and the maids were clueless.
I shuffled back to my room, my heart aching as I muttered "Feyra, where'd you go?"
Moving inside, I looked around, hoping to see the familiar muscular figure of my girlfriend, only to bite my lip as the room proved empty.
Tears fell, and I collapsed to the ground.
Why?
~~~
Harien PoV
"Why..."
Sniffling, Myla clung to me.
Gone was the hardened, mature woman.
In her place was a young girl, her heart bared to the world as she cried.
I felt my own heart ache, desperately trying to soothe the woman.
It was... taxing, to see her like this.
My own feelings for her had blossomed over the years, and it hurt more than the wound in my shoulder...
She eventually fell quiet, her face buried in my chest.
Smiling down at her sleeping figure, I pulled the covers over us, keeping her close as I stroked her back.
I vowed...
If I ever, ever found the woman who hurt her like this...
I'd kill her.
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Y'know, this whole thing with Mistress Harien started as just a fling; then, I realized that most likely one would fall for the other, but Myla was a broken woman.
So, here we are; I guess its going to be a messy future, huh?
Also, I understand everyone seems to like Harien more; hell, I sometimes find myself liking her more. But... love is a messy, complicated thing. I mean, I never truly got over my first real crush, and its been years... So, people are complicated, and love even more so.
However, I do think that eventually this will be rather interesting to write about, and it'll definitely help me improve as a writer...
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