Out of the Shaddows

It was a clear and sunny day as Cesar walked amongst the wagons and debris of his family’s camp. It was still early in the morning and everything was quiet. The air was crisp and the leaves were already changing their colors for the coming autumn. He walked to the stables, searching for his horse but was surprised to find his horse wasn’t there. In its place, a young girl shrouded in white lay on the ground, her face turned away from him.



She slowly raised her head, the mud magically clearing from her porcelain complexion. He saw her eyes. They were the familiar dark brown, pained by the weariness of the world. It was Sabine but she looked much younger. She had the body of a child but the eyes of a woman. She stood before him and smiled, a delicate light emanating from her teeth.



“Have you come for me?” she asked.



“Yes”



“But where will you take me?”



“Somewhere safe.”



“There are no safe places left.”



“Then I will take you inside me.”



She smiled and closed her eyes, a blast of cool wind sending her hair dancing in the air.



He could hear the marching feet and the stern voices in the distance. They were yelling and were coming closer and closer.



“Come now,” he said, holding out his arms.

“I can’t. My feet are stuck.” He looked down and saw the earth had swallowed her feet and was slowly climbing up her legs.



“But I can’t leave you. I need you,” he screamed, watching in horror as the mud covered her knees.



“I need you too,” she whispered.



Then a shot rang out and he cringed in terror.



“Cesar!” she yelled, reaching out for him. He looked at her as a small red circle formed in her belly and grew larger, staining her white cloak.



Another shot.



“Cesar!” she screamed again. “Help me. I need you.”



He tried to move but he couldn’t. He looked down and saw the mud had covered his feet as well and was quickly moving up to his knees.



“Please Cesar, please help me,” she cried. “Please wake up.”



Another shot.



“Wake up Cesar, please.”



His body jerked itself awake and he found himself on the sofa of Sabine’s sitting room. It was still the dead of night and the room was bathed in the blue moonlight. The mud was gone, the camp was gone, but the voice and gentle shaking on his arm was real. He felt a wave of relief wash over him but it was soon gone when he realized the gunshots were also real.



He turned to find Sabine kneeling before him, her sweet face a contortion of fear. Her small hand was gripping the flesh of him upper arm and it tightened with each hollow blast. The shooting outside seemed to be everywhere and the voices of men screaming filled in the gaps, allowing for no silence. Every sound appeared to be right outside the door.



“This is it, I know it,” she whispered, unwilling to hide the fear in her voice. “They’re coming for all of us. No place is safe…”



“Shhh,” he answered, bringing his finger to her lips. They quivered beneath his touch as heavy tears fell from her eyes. He moved his hand to her shoulder, caressing the bare skin as she cried. In her haste she had forgotten her robe and wore only a white nightgown with thin straps. She was aware of how inappropriate it was, but she didn’t care. She had moved without thought when the shooting woke her from sleep. The fear engulfed her and all she wanted was to be with Cesar. She wanted him to hold her, to comfort her, and to make the fear go away. For the first time, there was someone there who could. The need was stronger than her pride and Sabine ran to him, hoping he would be there for her.



Cesar opened his arms, inviting Sabine to crawl into his warm embrace. She lay beside him on the bed and cried into his chest as he hushed into her hair. Her body shook with fear and they clung to one another as the voices and gunfire erupted out in the street.



And then, as suddenly as it began, everything stopped. They heard footsteps running off into the distance and then there was an eerie silence. They could smell the gunpowder in the air but there was no movement. Whatever had happened outside was over.



“It sounds like they’ve gone,” Cesar whispered into her hair.



Sabine looked up and caught Cesar’s eyes. Her need for safety quickly changed into a different need. Perhaps it was this need that drove her to his sleeping body in the first place. She didn’t question it. All she knew was that she needed him. She looked at his mouth and remembered how delicately he had kissed her and she wanted those lips on her again. His kiss was not one of rejection but one that matched her own deep need. She was aware that the thin material of her nightgown was the only thing keeping her breasts from touching his body and she suddenly wished Cesar’s warm hand on the small of her back would move lower.



“Cesar,” she whispered, her eyes running over his face, “make love to me.”



He furrowed his brows and lowered his eyes. Despite his growing desire for her, he would hate himself if he took advantage of her fear. Under normal circumstances, a woman like Sabine would never want him. He wanted to save her the pain of discovering that.



“You don’t want me Sabine,” he said, not looking at her,



Perhaps it was the adrenaline of fear or maybe it was her building desire, but Sabine felt her courage rise in her chest. He thought she didn’t want him. He felt she was rejecting him. She knew she had to show him just how much she wanted him. She brought her fingers to his lips, tracing the line of them. She slowly moved her fingers over his chin and down the column of his neck. She ran then over his collar bone and down his chest, brushing them gently over his nipple. She could hear his breath quicken and felt his chest rise and fall beneath her hand. She lowered her fingers further down to his abdomen and finally let them rest above the belt of his pants, feeling the warm skin of his belly against the pads of her fingers.



“I’m afraid you’ll regret this Sabine,” he said. He was trying to contain the growing urge to move his hands over her.



She lowered her lips to his neck and kissed the smooth skin. He inhaled through clenched teeth and he could feel the blood rush to his groin as she ran her tongue up his neck and kissed his jaw. She brought her lips to his ear and took the lobe into her mouth before whispering, “I’ll regret it if you don’t.”



Sabine could feel Cesar’s manhood against her thigh respond before any other part of him did. She wanted him desperately and felt she would cry if he didn’t touch her soon. The hand on the small of her back tightened into a fist. He squeezed the soft material of the nightgown in his hand, his last contemplation. And then he released it, along with any reservations he felt. His body craved her. His need to touch and taste her was stronger than any of his misgivings. And so he decided to let them go and give into her temptations.



He brought his hand to the back of her head and gently tugged on her hair, bringing her eyes to meet his. The tears had dried and the fear was gone, replaced by a deep lust he hadn’t seen in a woman’s eyes in years. He brought her head forward and pressed his lips to hers. They were soft and cool and he eagerly sucked on her lower lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth. He reveled in her sweet, warm taste as his tongue encircled hers. She let out a soft moan that was lost in his mouth as he intensified his kiss, plunging his tongue deeper into her mouth and tenderly sucking on her own.



As he kissed her, the fingers laying on the small of her back slowly began to gather the fabric of her nightgown, raising it higher and higher up her legs. When it finally reached her upper thigh, she maneuvered her hips so he could slide the garment over them. Soon it was above her belly and she lifted her arms so Cesar could pull it over her head. He carelessly flung it onto the floor and quickly gathered Sabine’s body back into his arms, crushing her breasts against his chest.



He kissed her with the full intensity of his desire and then slowly began to kiss down her chin. He sucked and nibbled the tender skin of her jaw and neck. She held onto his shoulders and gently raised her hips in response to his attentions. He moved down further, kissing her shoulders and collar bone and the tops of her breasts. He slowly shifted his weight until he was above her and he sat up to take in the sight of her naked skin. In the blue light of the moon pouring in through the window, Sabine’s skin looked almost white. It was soft and unblemished, like the skin of a fine porcelain doll. Her breasts were small and he watched as the dark buds of her nipples hardened under his gaze. She watched him as he brought his hand to one of her breasts and brushed the hard peak with his thumb. She arched her back, sending her breast further into his hand. He lowered his head and took the nipple into his mouth, rolling it between his tongue and lips. He brought his hand to her other breast and she let out a soft gasp as he pinched the nipple giving off the slightest sting. She buried her hands in his hair, filling her fingers with the thick dark strands, as Cesar continued to adorn her breasts with his mouth and hands.



Sabine suddenly felt drunk as her mind began spinning in a whirlwind. Cesar knew exactly how to touch her, how to use his hands and mouth on her. He was a master at what he was doing. She was soon nervous that she would pale in comparison. Her knowledge of making love was limited to one partner who had been equally naïve. She wondered if she would be able to make him feel as good as he was making her feel.



Cesar began to kiss and lick the skin of Sabine’s stomach, moving slowly down her torso until he came to the top her silk underwear. Without thought or reservation, she lifted her hips and he pulled the silk down her legs, eventually throwing it on top of the discarded nightgown. She brought her leg to the other side of his body and he sat straddled by her legs. He could smell the musky scent of her sex and it sent another rush of blood to his groin. He looked up at her face and she looked back with eagerness and lust, well aware of what he wanted to do. He brought his hand between her legs and gently stroked the outer lips of her sex. Sabine let out a soft moan and lifted her hips in response. She let out another moan as he slipped a finger inside of her and circled her sensitive nub with his thumb.



“Ne pas arrêter, Cesar, ne pas arrêter…” Sabine whispered as Cesar moved his fingers in and out of her. Her eyes were closed and her arms where over her head, gripping the cushion on the arm of the sofa. He understood her. She was telling him not to stop. He lowered his head and replaced his thumb with his tongue, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive pearl of her sex. She let out a cry and began to move her hips wildly. He used one hand to steady her as he quickly flicked his tongue on the nub and moved his fingers inside her. She became lost in the sensation as he circled his fingers, touching something she had never felt before. Soon, all the movement came together and she couldn’t control herself. With a cry and gyration of her body, she orgasmed to the rhythm of Cesar’s masterful playing. He felt the muscles inside her tighten and squeeze his fingers and he kissed her inner thigh as she came down from her climax.



He slowly kissed his way up her body, tasting the saltiness of her skin, now damp with sweat. When he finally came up to kiss her lips he found her eyes closed with a small, satisfied smile spread across her face. She opened her eyes and let out a deep sigh.



“Oh, mon chere, you do know what you are doing, don’t you,” she sighed and let out a sweet giggle. For the first time since he’d met her, he saw her eyes filled with youth and happiness. Her eyes had given away the weight of her struggles, but now she looked at him with freedom and carelessness. Perhaps, in the end, he was repaying her kindness.



He kissed her eyelids and then deeply kissed her mouth, letting her taste her own musk on his tongue. She sighed into his mouth, feeling her arousal slowly building again. She pushed his shoulders, easing him to roll over until she was above him, her legs straddling his hips. She sat up and ran her fingernails gently down his chest. He let out a deep growl as her nails raked across his nipples and down his lean torso. He watched as her little hands unbuckled his belt and undid the buttons on his trousers. She dipped her head down and slowly glided her tongue down his stomach leaving a cool, wet trail above the opening of his pants. His breath quickened and he clenched his teeth as she slowly pulled his pants and undergarments down his thighs. With his assistance, she removed the last of his clothes, and she looked up to see the body of the man she was about to make love to.



Cesar’s skin was dark and smooth, with a few scars along the side of his torso and his leg. Sabine moved up his thigh and kissed the scars, her hair slightly brushing his erect manhood. When she reached his pelvis, she took in the sight of his member. He was much larger than Armand and she wondered if it would hurt. The pain of her first few times had been excruciating and Armand was such an inexperienced lover that he didn’t know how to make it easier for her body. Perhaps Cesar, with all his knowledge of the female body, would make sure she didn’t feel any pain.



Sabine moved her body to straddle Cesar’s thigh and held the base of his erection with her hand. He could feel her hot breath on his skin and he had to use every ounce of his strength not to thrust himself inside her mouth. She lightly kissed the swollen head and slowly took it into her mouth. Inch by inch she took more of him and Cesar’s eyes rolled back into his head. With her hand and mouth, she moved up and down his erection, slicking it with her spit. She let out soft, subtle moans that sent tingles throughout his body. He felt himself slowly going over the edge. He couldn’t contain himself any longer. He grabbed the back of her head, her blond hair a mess in his hand, and began lifting his hips, pushing himself further into her mouth. She sucked harder, and he could feel his orgasm approaching. If he didn’t stop himself soon, he would be finished in her mouth. And that’s not what he wanted.



“Sabine…” he said panting,”…Sabine…stop or I’ll…I’m going to…”



She lifted her head off of him and looked at his face with an impish grin. Her eyes twinkled with lust and a slight mischief and he couldn’t help but laugh.



“Now who’s the one who knows what they are doing?” he said with a grin and a cocked eyebrow.



She smiled back but slowly, the worry of the pain crept into her thoughts. She wanted to take Cesar inside of her, to have him fill her. But she knew it would hurt and she suddenly became uncertain. Cesar could see the worry filling her face and sat up.



“What is it, Sabine?” he asked, his eyes full of concern.



“I haven’t made love to man in some time. And I’ve only been with one man. I’m just afraid that…I think this will hurt.”



Cesar smiled, his eyes alone reassuring.



“It may hurt for a moment, Sabine, but we will go slowly. I don’t want hurt you.”



She looked at him and he could still feel her tensing next to him.



“You will do it,” he said. “You take control and if it begins to hurt, you can stop.”



She smiled and realized that he would be patient with her. He would give her body time to adjust to him. That he was letting her take the lead.



He lay back down on the sofa and put his hands on her hips.



“Take me in your hand, and lower yourself onto me,” he said, lifting her hips up. She sat on her knees above him and did as he said. She brought the head of his erection to her opening and slowly lowered her body onto him. She was able to take in a small amount of him each time she lowered her body. He slowly filled her inside but he didn’t move. All the movement came from Sabine’s hips moving up and down above his body. His breath was labored and he longed to move in and out of her but he controlled himself. Soon, she lowered herself completely onto him, his entire erection buried inside of her. She let out a small gasp at the feeling of him filling her and she began to move above him faster. She lay her hands on his chest and she rocked her hips, his size now comfortable. He grabbed her hips and moved his pelvis, matching her rhythm. She closed her eyes, and threw her head back, letting out a series of moans and cries.



“Oui, mon amour, oui…plus…plus…” she cried, begging him for more.



In a swift movement, Cesar turned their bodies and brought himself above Sabine. He thrusted in and out of her, varying his rhythm and pace until she matched him. They moved together, their hips rocking back and forth. He filled her to the very core. Sabine threw her head back and grabbed Cesar’s shoulders, as the warm rush filled her belly and sex and her orgasm washed over her. Her thrashing body and the tightening around his manhood sent Cesar over the edge and he followed Sabine with the same violent orgasm, grabbing her hips and filling her with the last of his desire.



Both panting and covered in sweat, they held each other as their pulses settled and the power of their climaxes softened. Cesar gently slipped out of Sabine and rolled over, taking her into his arms. She lay her cheek against his chest and ran her fingers up and down the curve of his pectorals. She felt his heartbeat and enjoyed how her head would rise and fall with his breath. Without looking at him, she smiled.



“Merci, Cesar,” she whispered.



“Thank you, Sabine,” he whispered back and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.