Shocking news threatens to tear our friendship apart.
Chapter 4 The Fall of Silverfen
As before, we napped together on her bed. Since it was so early in the day, we didn't have to worry about her parents coming home and finding us like that, so we leisurely slumbered for a long time. Whenever I awoke, I would start stroking my lover's skin, and that felt so relaxing that I would immediately fall right back to sleep again. I awoke a couple of times to Sarah doing the same thing to me. It was such a simple yet tender act, something that seemed to bring us even closer together than the sex we had just shared. I knew I wanted to be with Sarah forever, and I suspected that she wanted the same thing.
When we finally got up, Princess Allura showed me to the Falls of Fire, a waterfall naturally heated by volcanic activity in the mountains in the south of Silverfen. It also happened to be conveniently located in the bathroom right down the hall from her bedroom. We bathed in the shower, washing each other's bodies. I was growing in confidence now that I was no longer a virgin, and especially since my princess enjoyed having me touch her like that. I was learning all kinds of things about the female body as I explored her with curiosity and delight.
She returned the favor, running her soapy hands all over me. She even got me semi-hard, although after what I had just been through, it was a wonder that she even managed to do that much. We hugged and kissed some more under the water, enjoying the time we had together to the fullest.
Strangely enough, after we left the shower and Sarah gathered up the sheets on her bed to toss them in the washer, we went right back to innocent playing. Somehow, miraculously, what we had shared had almost no effect on our friendship. True, Kenneth Shadowbane and Allura of Silverfen were now married, but there were still dragons to hunt, demons to defeat, and barbarian hordes to conquer. Allura wasn't content to just sit back and let her husband do all the fighting; she wanted to go out adventuring with me. Who was I to say no?
We didn't talk about what we had done that morning. I don't think it was out of embarrassment; rather, we just felt comfortable with it. There wasn't much that needed to be said. I hoped we could do the same thing again soon, but I didn't bring it up. If it happened, great. If not, well, I still had my memories. Besides, we still had most of the summer, so we were bound to end up in bed together again some time.
At lunchtime, Sarah suggested we eat in the fortress atop the mountain pass, where we could keep an eye on the barbarians that were gathering in the lowlands. We were safe for now, but last time I checked, it looked like they were preparing to march on Elderhaven. We would have to deal with them eventually, so we needed to make plans.
Sarah fixed a couple of sandwiches and poured some apple juice into a large thermos, then we headed out to my backyard and the tree house. Being somewhat smaller and lighter, I was more agile than her, but she still managed with only a little difficulty to scramble up after me. We surveyed the barbarian forces in the valley and determined that it would be some time before they had enough manpower to seriously challenge the Elderhaven Army, especially with the new alliance with Silverfen.
Allura was more interested in the mountain towering above us, the ancient plateau full of unknown dangers and unknown treasures. Legend had it that it had been cut off from the rest of the world for thousands, if not millions, of years, and the creatures there were like nothing anyone had ever seen before, except perhaps the lost tribe that had built a great empire there in the early days of the Elder World. No one knew if they still lived there, or if their civilization had collapsed. Princess Allura suggested we go explore that world some day soon. It would be an all-day trip, so we would have to plan it out in advance and bring provisions.
We talked more about the world of my imagination as we ate. Actually, it was beginning to feel more like the world of our imagination now, not that I begrudged her a bit of a claim on it. Rather, I welcomed it. For years it had existed only in my mind, but now that I had someone to share it with, that made it somehow more real. It also made me feel closer to Sarah, because in a way, we were the only two residents of that world.
We took a swim in her pool later, and unfortunately she insisted that we wear swimsuits. Apparently most of the sea monsters of Lake Nightmist were otherwise occupied, because we only had to fight off a couple of them. Princess Allura did wrap herself around me for protection from the mythical sea beasts when they threatened us, which really felt nice, but the monsters were no match for the Champion of the Elder World, so we spent more of our time just horsing around than in actual combat.
By the time her parents came home, we were dressed and back inside the house. My mom called me home a little later, so I gave Sarah one last hug and returned to my kingdom.
That night Sarah didn't give me a show, but instead we spent nearly half an hour talking across the space between our windows. We talked about nothing in particular, letting our conversation wander wherever it wanted to go. Half the time we played our parts as Kenneth and Allura, and half the time we were content to just be Kenny and Sarah. We switched back and forth so seamlessly that most of the time it really didn't matter which we were.
That seemed to define my relationship with her. There was so much blending of fantasy and reality that the two seemed to overlap and become one. When I looked at Sarah I saw a princess, and when she looked at me she saw a hero. It didn't matter that those were just characters in a fairy tale; as far as we were concerned, that was reality and the mundane existence of two teenagers in the modern world was just a frivolous game, a way of passing the time while we waited to return to our true forms.
It didn't help that she visited me in my dreams that night. Not that that was surprising; after what we had done that day, I would have been more surprised if I didn't dream about her. But the dream world was so much more vivid, and in that world there was no such thing as Kenny Grant and Sarah Laurent. We truly were the characters from our imagination. I replayed the capture and rescue of Allura by the Shadow Monsters, including the kiss and our snuggling later. Only this time, instead of rectangular walls meeting at right angles and the dull colors and geometric construction of her bedroom, it was the dark and morbid caverns of my enemies. Perhaps in other circumstances it might be considered a nightmare, but Kenneth Shadowbane feared none of the creatures that haunted the dreams of boys and girls. Especially when I had such a lovely target as Princess Allura.
In the end, I saved the girl and escaped the desolate caverns, and we rested in the magical grove, just the two of us. In the dream world I fell asleep in her arms, just in time to awake in the so-called real world.
Because it was Saturday and my mom was home all day, there was no need for Sarah to babysit me. But she called up and asked if she could come over anyway. Mom was more than happy to agree; I had never been particularly social, especially around the opposite sex, and I think she wanted to encourage me in that direction. Of course, I was delighted to have Sarah come over.
We spent almost the entire day just sitting on the couch and talking, making plans for our future adventures together. We never mentioned our marriage; neither of us were sure how our parents would take it. In a way, it was a kind of elopement. Granted, in the only world where the marriage was binding, her father the king approved and I had no parents that I knew of, but in the real world there were too many complications.
When Mom showed an interest in our discussion (she had always been supportive of me in that way), we explained that Sarah was Princess Allura, and that I was training her to defend herself against Silverfen's many enemies. That training involved going on various quests together.
That seemed to satisfy my mother, so we left it at that.
Sunday was much the same, except that we spent most of the time at Sarah's house. Her parents showed a surprising interest in our game for a couple of old people, and were particularly amused to learn that they were the King and Queen of Silverfen. I decided that I really liked them. I admit that I was looking forward to spending more time alone with Sarah, but since that wasn't possible on the weekends, I was content just to spend time with her whole family. When dinner time came around, Mrs. Laurent sent me across the yard to invite my mom to eat with them. Sarah's dad thought it was a good excuse to unpack the barbecue from the crate where they had stored it while moving into this house, so we ate grilled hamburgers out on the Laurents' back patio.
I was having a great time, and not just because Sarah sat by me the whole time. My mom seemed to get along just fine with the Laurents, which was good for me because the better friends our two families were, the more opportunities I would have to be with Sarah. I didn't relish the thought of a Romeo and Juliet type of relationship with her, and fortunately it looked like that wasn't going to happen.
On Monday, I received a pleasant surprise. I woke up with a smile on my face, knowing that I would have another chance to spend all day alone with Sarah. That would give us the opportunity to do some things that we wouldn't want to do in front of our parents. I tried not to get too excited about it; nothing was guaranteed after all. But just the possibility was enough to put me in a good mood.
Sarah met me at the door just as my mom was leaving for work. Mom gave me some last-minute advice of the "be good" and "don't do anything I wouldn't do" variety, then disappeared out the door, leaving me alone with Sarah.
I was happy to travel with her back to her kingdom again, and like before, she led me straight up to her bedroom. I was tempted to ask if we were going to have sex again, but I was still a little afraid of moving too fast. I still didn't know how to understand a woman's mind, and in my innocence I didn't realize that that was the natural state of the relationship between men and women.
Fortunately, Sarah had her own plans.
"Kenneth dearest," she said, and I was surprised to find that I really didn't mind when she used lovey-dovey terms like that. "I was wondering whether you would be willing to do something for me."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Well, you know that there are dozens of elven tribes in Silverfen."
"Sure," I replied. I hadn't really much thought about it, but I was willing to play along for now.
"And you know that some of the more remote tribes hardly have any dealings with the others. Some are very primitive, in fact, and they have all kinds of strange and unusual traditions and rituals."
I wasn't sure where she was headed with this, but so far it sounded interesting. "That's what I heard," I replied.
"Well, part of my education as Princess of Silverfen was to get to know my subjects, especially those with whom I share a common heritage. The elven blood in my veins has led to a great interest in these tribes. They are my kin, after all. I've traveled all over Silverfen, from the mountains in the south to the jungles in the north, from the shores of Lake Nightmist to the Secret Valleys of the Elder Wind. I have seen many things, many peoples, many traditions. But one sight has intrigued me more than any others. Are you familiar with the mating ritual of the Firefern Elves?"
"Um... no..." I said, although it did sound interesting.
"As I said, these are my kin, so although they are primitive, I feel a kind of bond with them. I know we were already married in a traditional royal ceremony, but I feel kind of incomplete. I would like to perform the mating ritual of the Firefern Elves with you."
"Er... it sounds complicated."
"Not for you. Your part is easy. All you have to do is lie there."
"Don't worry. I guarantee you'll enjoy it. We may be with a true Firefern Elf tribe, but we can still have our own private little ceremony."
"Well, I guess that would be all right," I said. Actually, it was sounding better and better. As long as all I had to do was lie there, I was willing to give it a shot.
"Good. Now before you lie down, you need to get dressed," she said.
"I'm already dressed."
"No, you have to dress in the traditional ceremonial outfit of the Firefern elves. Come here." She took my hand and led me into the bathroom, where she handed me a towel. "Take off all your clothes and wrap this around your waist," she said.
"The closest thing to a loincloth we have in the house," she laughed. "I told you the Firefern elves are primitive. Besides, I'll be wearing almost exactly the same thing."
"Okay," I agreed happily.
I had no reason to be bashful around Sarah, so I immediately began stripping out of my clothes. She left the bathroom and closed the door behind her though. I would have liked to watch her dressing in her costume, but I didn't mind; no doubt this was something like seeing the bride before the wedding.
I hurried and undressed, then wrapped the towel around me like she said, tucking in one of the edges tightly so that it wouldn't fall down. Then I opened the door.
Sarah stood in the middle of the room, wearing just her bra and panties. "I'm going to be moving around more than you, and I decided my loincloth probably won't stay on," she said, "so I'm substituting."
"I have no objections," I grinned.
She hustled me over to the bed, instructing me to lie down sideways on it facing the room, with my legs over the edge and my feet on the floor. I did so.
"Now whatever happens, you have to just lie still," she said. I watched as she walked over to her stereo and turned it on. Instantly, the room was filled with music. Primitive music. Tribal music. Full of energetic drums, an African-sounding chant, and what must have been some kind of wooden flute. I figured it was to set the mood, but I was only half right.
Sarah turned around and stood in the center of the room again. She gave me a wink, then began to dance.
What a dance it was! It followed the rhythm set by the raw, primordial song that ran through the air, swaying and jerking with the pounding beats. Half the time her body flowed with lithe grace, and half the time with jarring, almost violent motions. Her body contorted into a thousand different postures, but always emphasizing the erotic sensuality of the human body. She spun and whirled with her hands in the air, then let them slide down her body, tracing her supple curves. There was a touch of ballet, a dash of modern dance, and maybe even a hint of hula. But all were subordinate to that raw, animalistic eroticism that the dance was meant to convey.
I had no doubt that she was making up the moves on the spot, and I also had no doubt that the dance was meant to do one thing, and one thing only: to arouse me. She had said that it was a mating dance, and it certainly inspired in me the desire to mate.
It wasn't long before the physical manifestation of that desire became apparent. A lump in the front of the towel I wore started to arise. Lying mostly prone like this, I knew it was impossible to hide.
As it turned out, I had no need to be embarrassed about it. As soon as Sarah noticed it, it spurred her on to even more energetic and erotic motions. Her moves were almost obscene now, as her hands roamed around her body, focusing on the parts that I liked the most. Some of the moves reminded me of a stripper's dance, not that I had seen much of that other than in edited versions on TV. That just excited me even more.
But she was far from finished. She reached behind her back, and I realized what she was doing. This was even better than when I had spied on her the other night! Then it had been the hint of a dance; now it was a true dance in its most brazen and sensual form. I caught just a teasing glimpse of her naked boobs as she slipped the bra off of her chest and tossed it aside, but she immediately covered them with one of her arms. I groaned in frustration, and I heard a little giggle escape Sarah's lips.
Although one of her arms was occupied, the other was not. She swung this one around freely, utilizing it fully in the dance. She slipped it behind her head to tease her hair, or let it lead in her gyrating spins, or moved it in long, graceful arcs. All the while she kept hidden from me the sight that I so longed to see.
It was even worse when she turned away from me and let her arm leave her breasts. I lay there staring at her naked back as her arms, legs, and hips teased me with their sexy movements. She glanced over her shoulder with a flirtatious grin, then spread her arms wide, letting them sway like the branches of a tree in the wind. This contorted her body in the most alluring poses, always moving, always speaking to my basest desires.
Then, suddenly, without warning, she turned around. I gasped in delight at the view I now had of her exquisite, round breasts, now completely uncovered and exposed to my eyes. As she moved, they tended to jiggle and bounce around. Although they weren't large enough to have a lot of motion, they were certainly thrilling to watch. I think I lost track of all the rest of her body, so focused was I on her magnificent chest.
Then she surprised me again by climbing up onto the bed and standing above me, continuing that erotic dance as I stared up at her in lust and awe. The gyrations of her hips were mesmerising as she bent her knees and swung her body lower and lower, closer and closer to me. I was still fascinated by her breasts, swinging freely above me and driving me wild with temptation. I gripped the edge of the bed tightly, wanting so much to reach up and take hold of her. She was right there, right within easy reach. The only thing keeping me back was the fact that she had told me I had to lie still.
Then as the energy of the song built up to the finale, Sarah hopped off the bed again and danced in front of me, this time leaning over my thighs. She brought her chest down, just inches from that aching bulge in my towel, teasing and tempting me even more. It was one of the most frustrating, yet most enjoyable experiences of my entire life.
The song ended on a single, powerful beat of the drums, and just as it did so, she grabbed the towel and whipped it off, throwing it across the room and exposing my naked body. She then fell to her knees in front of me.
"This is the part you're going to enjoy the most," she told me, then reached out and grasped my erection in both hands. I groaned in pleasure at the contact that I had so desperately been waiting for.
But Sarah wasn't finished. Oh no. She opened her mouth and began to lower her head. I gasped as I realized what was happening. She wouldn't dare! Would she?
The first thing I felt was her tongue brushing against the tip of my dick. That sudden electrifying sensation caused my hips to reflexively buck, and the only thing keeping me from spearing into her mouth and right down into her throat was the presence of her hands at the base.
The second thing I felt was her tongue again, this time licking all up and down the shaft. This was both heaven and hell for me; heaven because of the intense stimulation, and hell because it was still just a kind of teasing, pleasurable in its own way but not satisfying. Still, I could hardly complain if Sarah wanted to do this for me. Even in my wildest dreams I had never imagined that I could get a girl to give me that kind of pleasure, especially a princess like Sarah/Allura, and now here she was, doing it not because I had coaxed her into it or even because I had begged, but simply because she wanted to.
When she let her lips close about the head, I gave out a long groan of lusty pleasure. Now that was more like it! The moist warmth of her mouth was what I had been waiting for, what she had been building up for this whole morning. The dance, the teasing, the whole day had been planned around this moment.
Then she began to suck.
The pleasure was intense, far more intense than anything I had experienced so far in my life. Even on Friday, it had been more intimate and tender. This was raw, an overloading of the senses. I was completely unprepared for the sexual onslaught, but that just made it all the better.
"Oh god Sarah!" I cried out, "oh god! Oh god!" Was I pleading with her to stop? Perhaps; it really was too much for me. But at the same time, I also wanted her to continue, to finish the job even if it killed me.
She had no intention of stopping. Sarah sucked me hard, showing no mercy. Her lips moved up and down on me, falling into a rhythm just like when I had watched her play with herself the other night. In a way, this felt like a continuation of the dance, only now, the promise of that dance was being fulfilled. My whole body felt like it was pulsing as Sarah worked me over expertly. Every part of me was enslaved, subservient to the desires in my loins and the dance of ecstasy in which Sarah led me. The electrical feeling shot through me like lightning, but always centered where I disappeared into her mouth.
Somehow through the haze of blinding ecstasy I managed to look down and see her beautiful face smiling up at me. She wanted this; she wanted to please me. My Princess Allura, my Princess Sarah, wanted me to know just how much she loved me.
I love you too, Sarah, I thought, though I didn't say it. Even now I was a little worried that I had misinterpreted all of her signals, that somehow, even though she was giving me the most exquisite feeling in the world, that I was wrong about her. It was absurd, of course. She loved me just like I loved her. But I was still afraid.
I never knew that I could feel so good, but what happened next astounded me. Somehow the pleasure actually increased. The rhythmic pulsing became stronger, more physical, and I felt all the energy in my body starting to concentrate. The rest of me seemed to grow numb as all the sensations of my entire body came together in one point. I don't know if I cried out, or screamed, or groaned, or just remained silent, but the next thing I knew, my cock was throbbing inside Sarah's mouth as I erupted into the most earth-shaking orgasm of my life.
I heard her hum in delight, like she was eating a delicious meal. And perhaps to her, it really was. Maybe her love for me, and the knowledge that she had done something wonderful for me, made it taste all the better. All I knew is that she eagerly drank down everything I gave her.
A part of me shut down then as the pleasure dissipated and exhaustion and an inner glow filled me. I stared up at the ceiling, exquisitely happy and overwhelmingly tired. I don't think I actually fell asleep, but I lost all sense of time and space for a while as I rested there.
Sarah climbed up onto the bed and lay down next to me, cuddling like we had before. I couldn't quite work up the energy to put my arm around her, but she didn't seem to mind. She just lay her head on my chest and held onto me, smiling sweetly.
As we relaxed together in each other's arms, I thought about how she had taken charge and pretty much chased all my nervousness away with both her confidence and playfulness, both Friday and today. It was clear that she was quite experienced.
I didn't know how I felt about that. On one hand, I was glad that she was able to lead me like that, helping me to relax and enjoy the moment. On the other, I felt just a little jealous about whoever she had been with before. I couldn't feel too bad about it though. Whatever her past, she was with me now, and that was all that was important. Still, I was curious.
"Sarah, can I ask you something?" I said.
"Of course you can, Kenny," she replied with that warm and friendly smile that I liked so much.
"I mean, something personal."
"Okay, go ahead."
"How come you know so much about... um..."
"Sex?" she asked.
"Yeah," I replied, blushing.
"Well, I wouldn't say I'm an expert or anything."
"But you have done it in the past?"
"Do you really want to know?"
I nodded. Maybe it would just make me more jealous, but I think I needed to find out.
"Okay," she said, "I had a good teacher. He was a little older and a lot more experienced. I thought I was really lucky to have someone like him to teach me all about it, and because I really like you, I wanted to give you a similar good experience your first time."
"You really like me that much?"
"Absolutely!" she smiled.
"Enough to... have sex with me?"
"Isn't that kind of obvious?" she laughed. "Okay, it was really Kenneth and Allura who did the deed; we were just playing parts. But I wouldn't have wanted to play that part if I were opposed to doing it with you in real life."
That made me feel really good, and I admit I wound up with a dumb grin on my face at her compliments.
"So did you enjoy it?" she asked.
"You bet I did!" I exclaimed.
So that was it. I didn't bring it up again. She hadn't quite quelled my jealousy, but it sounded like whoever she had been with before, it was a long time ago. As long as he didn't show up on a white stallion to sweep her off her feet and take her away from me, it really didn't matter.
I was hoping to peek on Sarah again that night, or at the very least spend some time talking with her, but unfortunately it wasn't to be. The weather turned foul in the late afternoon, and by the time we went to bed it was raining, so we had to keep our windows shut.
That prevented us from talking, but I still hoped for her to give me another show. By this point I was finally starting to realize that she had done it on purpose the first time.
Unfortunately, just as she was about to get ready to bed, her father came to visit her in her room. That spoiled my chances of seeing her getting sexy, so with mostly disinterest I watched them from across the way as they sat down and had a father-daughter chat. Her dad seemed happy and enthusiastic, but Sarah looked quite a bit less so. She mostly just nodded as he talked, an expression on her face that could only be described as stoic. Whatever he was saying, she simply accepted without emotion. That got me curious; perhaps I would talk to her about it again tomorrow.
They stood up and hugged, then he left her room. Sarah sat down on her bed and stared at the floor for the longest time, then finally turned off the light.
The next morning, she met me at the front door again, and we went over to her place. Skipping the front room entirely, we went up to her bedroom and sat down together on her bed. She seemed particularly excited today, and I wondered if it had to do with the news that her father had told her last night. She hadn't seemed too thrilled at the time, but maybe she just needed time to think about it.
"Guess what, Kenny?" said Sarah with a smile on her face. "I have some great news!" That confirmed my suspicions.
"What is it?" I asked her, picking up on her enthusiasm.
"My dad just got promoted to vice president of the company."
"What? But I thought he just made regional manager."
"He did, but the current vice president just announced his retirement. He used to work with my Dad, and put in a good word for him with the board."
"Wow," I said. "That's great! I assume he's going to get a raise?"
"Yeah, we're going to have lots of nice things and live in a great big house and when he travels around the world for business conferences, he says he's going to take us with him. It's going to be so much fun!"
I stared at her, shocked. It was a surprise that I even heard all of what she said, because most of my mind was focused on one small detail right in the middle.
...live in a great big house...
What did that mean? Surely she wasn't going to move away, just after moving here. If that were the case, Sarah would be sad, not happy, wouldn't she? Princess Allura would never abandon Kenneth Shadowbane, and if it was out of her control, she wouldn't be excited about it.
She noticed my distress. "What is it, Kenny?" she asked. "Aren't you happy for me?"
"I... well... no, I mean..."
"You're not happy for me?"
"Does that mean you're not going to live here anymore?"
"Well, yeah. We're moving across the country. That's part of what makes it so exciting. My dad says we're going to get ourselves a really big house. A mansion."
"But then... I won't get to see you anymore."
"That's okay, we can still write to each other."
"I don't want to write to you. I want..."
Sarah's excitement dropped. "Oh, come on Kenny, please don't be like that. You're supposed to be my friend. You're supposed to be happy when things like this happen to me. Please don't spoil it by being selfish."
"Selfish? You're the one moving away. You're the one leaving me by myself."
"You won't be by yourself for long. You'll make new friends as soon as school starts," she told me.
"I don't want new friends!" I snapped. "I want you."
"Kenny, normally I like it when you act like a kid, but not right now. You're being a brat about this whole thing. Look, we've had fun together, but now it's time to move on to new things."
"But what about... what about what happened the other day?"
"Well, we... you know..."
"Oh, that? Kenny, that wasn't even us. I told you, that was Kenneth Shadowbane and Princess Allura. It was all make-believe, all just a fantasy. I admit that I really enjoyed it, but it didn't mean anything."
"Yes it did!" I insisted.
"What, did you think I was in love with you?" she asked. "I'm your babysitter, Kenny, and you're just a kid. I like you, I really do. But we were never going to be together like that. I wasn't trying to mislead you; I thought you knew that we were just playing around."
"You're lying!" I shouted. "It wasn't just make-believe, it was real! You're just like all my other babysitters I had when I was growing up. You're... you're an ogre, and I hate you!"
By this point I was almost in tears, and the last thing I wanted was for Sarah to see me cry. I ran downstairs and out the front door, slamming it behind me. Then I rushed across to my house, closing and locking the door so that she couldn't follow. I dashed upstairs, threw myself onto my bed, and buried my face in my pillow, sobbing uncontrollably.