Hello. I realize I’m hitting you with lots of new stories lately, but I loved this idea so much I had to get it down. The plotline is semi-cliché, but I intend to make it interesting. Now because I’ve been reading lots of slash lately, I am making this a straight main story, and a male slash side story. All places and legends in this story are mine thank you much. And the peoples belong to me. The time is unknown, for this story takes place not on our world.

Excerpt:

Aishalla Corinpulla tied her hair into a make-shift bun, then wrapped the cloth around it, making sure to cover her ears, and let the ends of the cloth meet at her nape so she could attach them. Then she placed her reading spectacles on her ears, and removed the paint from her face, and smudged some brown powdering onto her face. Satisfied, she checked her reflection with hope. Indeed, she didn’t even appear a Corinpulla, her face looking not nearly as pale as it did when she painted her face, and her skin didn’t look as fine with the dirt smudges on her face.

Delighted, she took a deep breath, grabbed her leather pouch, and opened her curtains. The night was clear, for there was no moon, and the storm that was expected at dawn had clouded the skies, covering the shine of the stars. After making sure no one was watching her, Aishalla lifted her tunic so she could hoist her leg over the opening of her window, then proceeded to descend the wall.

When her feet crunched on the ground below her, she ducked by instinct, hoping desperately no one saw her. Her blood was pumping in her body, her veins stressing by the intensity as the adrenaline forced her blood to speed. When she was sure no one saw her, she ran towards the village wall, and pushed aside the bush so she could climb under. Now that she was in no honestly claimed territory, she didn’t have to hide her ears, but she didn’t remove the cloth. She was unsure of where exactly Dimitri wanted to meet her, and this area was open territory, so she had to remain on guard.

After all, if Dimitri didn’t show up, then she was fair game for anyone to take back to their village and do as they please with her, like they did with Sadaloska. Forcing back the bile that raised in her throat at recollection of such terrors, Aishalla warily looked around, and placed herself at a small tree, waiting for Dimitri. She tried to make herself hard to see by hiding in the shadows, worried that the torches that lit her village wall were casting a glow upon her.

As she wiped the sweat from her forehead, Aishalla let out a heavy sigh, knowing that she couldn’t keep up the charade much longer. Not even five miles away was the village of Tohkai, and if Dimitri took her back to his land, then she couldn’t return home with a clear conscience.

Suddenly, a twig snapped behind her, causing her to whirl around to find the source. Her uneasy tension broke as she saw familiar cat-eyes and light blonde hair. “Shalla?”

Overcome by a wave of security, Aishalla moved quickly to him, and embraced him, resting her head on his warm chest. “Oh, Dimitri, I had a fear you wouldn’t come.”

His arms tightened around her in reassurance. “Never little one. I do not make a promise only to break it later.”

Her face that had begun to chill from the night air nuzzled against his warm tunic. “Ah, true my dear. But what if someone from my village saw you? I could not forgive myself if you were captured because of me.”

Dimitri pulled away slightly so he could see her face. “Nonsense Shalla. We both know that I asked you to come hear. You my sweet are the one who would be in any danger. Now, enough talk of this. How are you? Is your mother feeling better?”

A smile shone over Aishalla’s features. Dimitri had missed this smile. Even though it had only been a little while, he still longed for her smile to light up his dark world. “Oh, she’s much better. I must thank you again for the salve and herbs you gave me.”

He stroked a curl away from her face that had fallen away from the head-cloth she wore. He had never understood why she wore it, for if the glimpses of her hair held true, then it must have been quite lovely. “I aim to please Shalla.”

Her lashes swept down over her eyes, and rested there a little before she opened her eyes again. “Well now Dimitri. You told me you wished a word with me. What is it that you wanted to say that you couldn’t before?”

Dimitri took a deep breath. If Shalla didn’t want to, then he would not force her to do anything. “I wish for you to return with me to my village. Only for the night. I want you to meet my family, see that they could be just as kind to you as you’ve been to us.” Dimitri realized that he may have sounded like he was pleading for her to agree, but he wanted this. They both knew that it would be hard for her to pass as one of his people, but his family was very accepting, and never had the problems with Goutchai people that others in his village did.

Aishalla’s eyes widened in fear. He had asked what she had believed he would, and she had nothing prepared to refuse him with. Only her earrings, but she couldn’t even reveal that. “Dimitri…it is forbidden.”

Dimitri took Aishalla’s hands, and grasped them warmly between his. “I know little Shalla. But I have an area arranged where you may enter my village discreetly, and you wont even be in danger.”

Realizing that she would have to find another way to dissuade him, she offered, “But your family…they may not accept me.”

“My family is most open. They will not judge you by where you are from. And if they do, may their opinions be damned.”

Aishalla gazed at Dimitri. One look in his eyes told her immediately how much he wanted this. A part of her wanted it too, more than anything. But another part of her knew how dangerous it was, and how much she was risking just by entering the enemy village. But really, what enemy was there? She had no knowledge of Dimitri’s people, and had no idea how they would treat a stranger, much less how his family would treat one. One night. What would one night harm? Aishalla wetted her lips, and nodded.

Dimitri, in his delight, lifted Aishalla at least a foot from the ground, and spun her twice before letting her down, and kissing her lips, pouring into it all his gratitude, his relief.

Stunned, Aishalla hesitated, before accepting his kiss, and letting herself get involved. His tongue was demanding, almost bruising, but she delighted in it, each caress awakening new passion in her body that she had never known before. His hands trailed lightly over her sides, and that touch combined with the kiss caused her nether regions to heat and slicken. A slight moan came from her as his hands came up from her waist to stroke her breast through the fabric of her tunic. Her body tried to move closer to his, her curves molding against him.

His hands unbuttoned her tunic, only low enough so he could reach inside. Her flesh was soft, warm and unbelievably inviting, her body writhing closer to his. Gods, he couldn’t believe her. She was so innocent, yet she needed so much more. He needed plenty of things too, judging by the newfound snugness of his trousers, and the needy throbbing that came with it. But he refused to take her here. Here in this dank, dark forest where there was no comfort of a bed. She moaned again, and arched her back thrusting her chest forward.

But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t please her.

He pushed back her tunic, caressing the heated skin that was revealed to him. Leaning down, he kissed at the top of her breast, trailing his lips down until they closed around her nipple, and his teeth gently yet hungrily latched onto her, treasuring the sweet taste of her willing body.

Aishalla was on fire, Dimitri’s mouth setting off sparks inside of her while her knees almost buckled from the pleasure. Her skin that wasn’t covered by his warm touch was being covered in goose-bumps by the chilling night air. All of her senses seemed to be heightened: She could smell the clean soap that wafted from Dimitri’s hair, and could see the curls of his hair as he suckled her.

Dimitri left her breasts alone for a moment so he could kiss a path back up her body so he could kiss her throat, the warm column offering an inviting taste, but the nearness of her lips was too hard to resist. As he kissed her again, his hands found their way to her head, trying to run his fingers through her hair, only to be stopped by that blasted cloth. With a slight murmur of disdain against her mouth, he found the clip at her nape, and flung the cloth away, then quickly removed the tie in her hair, letting it flow down her back.

As he reached up again to cup her face, Dimitri felt his touch being disturbed again. This time, he angrily pulled back, ready to remove anything that would inhibit his touch to her skin, and froze at what he saw.

Earrings.

Silver, dangling earrings that belonged only to the Carinpulla dynasty.

Dear Gods…her family killed his wife.