She Came One Night (Closed)

[Dreamweaver28]

Twenty years ago Thomas never thought he would have found himself here. In a large clearing between the dense forest this was his family's farm. When he was a teen he had despised the life, had wanted adventure, to get away from it all, but many years later events had brought him back here. His parents had both passed away and after brutal campaign after another the adventurer turned soldier returned home with his wife, daughter, and two gravestones that marked the final resting place of his parents. It was a much more simple life than he had been use to, but his wife Joy loved it, and his daughter Abigail loved the horses.

Ten years had passed now since they returned, a third gravestone had been added next to his parents, that of his wife Joy. The loss of her had been rough on the father and daughter but they managed to get by, though it was surely not easy. Thomas had never remarried and Abby was as he had been at her age, she wanted another life. He wouldn't be able to hold onto her much longer, the beautiful little girl had turned into a woman as lovely as his wife had been. Her chestnut hair, tanned skin, and deep blue eyes reminded him every day of his wife.

Days were getting much shorter, the years second harvest was near, and Thomas found himself working tirelessly to finish his work. At thirty-six Thomas had lost little of his muscle tone hardened by war, he had much more mass, but was as strong as an ox and nearly six foot five inches tall. His skin was always a dark bronze due to constant exposure, his hands were tough, calloused, and the shirt he wore hung loosely upon his sweaty frame. His daughter complained and begged for him to find a new wife, especially as she heard it to endless degrees of gossip within the nearby small village as she dealt with her own suitors.

Just as he had looked to the horizon to see the sun beginning to set he heard a voice call from the house. "Dad, storm coming. Dinner is ready," she yell and as he turned he saw the dark clouds approaching in their direction and at the door frame stood his tall, lithe daughter waving him in.

"Let me just check to ensure the horses are secured and I'll be right in," he said and dashed to secure everything in the barn as rain drops began to fall. By the time he had finished and ran out the rain had turned into a violent beast when aided by the wind. As it whipped about and soak him he hurried on inside and slammed the door shut. On the table candles were lit and a meal awaited him and his daughter.

"Well that came really quick, never seen a storm move that fast," Thomas said before he took a seat and dinner was served.

 

[grdybiwife]

She watched from the edge of the woods. Her feet bare, toes digging into the soft earth. But they were barely visible beneath her black silken shift that draped the ground around her. Somehow in the dirt and muck it remained pristine as she moved about the trees. Little animals scurried away and plants wilted in her wake. Neither was of any concern to her. She could, and had, done worse. She planned to do much more but for now she only wished for a little fun.

She saw the man. Had been watching him for the better part of a day toiling in the dirt. His strapping frame wasted on the boring life of a farmer. Oh the things she could do with that man. She could, and had, done worse. But she had grown tired of meddling in the lives of the weak. She wished for a challenge in her older years and this man would no doubt be that. A small smile came to her full lips and she waved a slender hand in the air. A twitch of her fingers, barely visible, brought clouds over head and she brought that same hand to her face. Cupped with her other around her mouth, the woman muttered a few words and blew into her hands. That brought the winds. A little spittle, barely a drop, made its way to the dirt and so came the rain. Such a simple feat a storm but only after years of practice. How many years, she had lost count but they were plenty and now she wished to settle from her vagabond lifestyle into something a bit more quaint.

Why not a farmhouse on the outskirts of a small village leagues away from the big walled cities to the north? The city life had been done to death and women like her were a dime a dozen in such dense populations. Perhaps not as powerful but people talked and the possession of such power had become more trouble than it was worth. But she dare not give it up, that was out of the question.

She gave a little twirl, a graceful thing if witnessed but it was not at all meant to be pleasant. The winds kicked up sending the rain sideways and she watched as the strapping man ran across his lands from the barn to the house. A few more mutter words and a strong breath put a gust of wind at it back so strong it propelled him forward but she doubted he noticed. Mortals could be so ignorant sometimes, why not have a little fun with them. She watched as he made it into the house before she stepped out of the trees.

And into the storm of her creation. The clouds gathered only as far as his eyes could see. As she made her way along the rough dirt path that ran along his pastures to the house her silken black shift transformed into something more fitting of a woman in need. The dress she now wore was of white linen with sleeves that billowed in the wind. The rains drenched it from above making it cling to her shapely figure. The light fabric was nearly translucent as she made her way up the stairs, her waist legnth jet black hair fell down around her shoulders dripping wet. There was muck up to her knees but she left no footprints as she came to stand before the door.

Her eyes were the last thing she changed, just as she gave a gentle knock, from the deepest black to the lightest blue and her skin darkened ever so slightly from its usual porcelain complexion. She gave another knock, this one more urgent before she finally spoke. For the first time in ages.

"Please, my horse has been lamed and I can not make it much further in the storm. Might a kind farmer offer a lone woman refuge for the night," she said in the sweetest tone she could muster. Of course she could have simply thrown the door open by her own arts but it was much more fun to be invited. And she wished to see his face as he beheld her, nipples hard and pressed firmly against the near see through fabric of her dress. Yes, this would be fun.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

Soup and bread, it was almost the same every night, especially during planting season as he had no time to hunt and honestly cared little for it. Thomas had done enough killing in his life for many men, or any man that is, killing changes you when you have a good soul. Thomas smiled as he looked at his daughter who ate quietly without a sound. Hearing anything was difficult anyways, the wind howled so badly and the rain deafened from any other going on outside. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, which was fleeting, but the second knock and all for help that came with it certainly was from someone.

It had been a very long time, but Thomas thought went to his hidden sword for a moment. No one should be out in this or at this time. Abby was the first to rise when he hesitated. "Take a seat, I'll get it Abby," he said and rose from his seat and moved quickly over to the door to heed the need of the woman. It would have been a struggle for Abby as the winds had created a vacuum, but he opened the door with ease to see a woman in white standing before him, her long hair jet black, her nipples fully exposed against her clothes for him to see. Joy...

The thought was for a moment only, but when a moment passed Abby yelled at him to let the poor woman in. "My... apologies, please come in Ma'am," he said and stepped aside. When Abby looked at him she could see he had been looking at the half naked woman. "I'm so sorry, I don't know why my father is being so rude," Abby began, "Please, come to the fireplace, I will get you a blanket." As Abby scurried about Thomas closed the front door and watched as his daughter cared for the stunningly attractive woman.

"Where are you coming from or going? Odd a woman such as yourself out here all alone, not exactly close to anywhere or easy to find."

 

[grdybiwife]

She smiled weakly at the girl as she wrapped her in the rough wool blanket. Abby the man had called her and she was lovely, more lovely that she had expected which changed her plans a bit. But only for her own benefit. She affected a cough, then a sneeze before she asked, "Might you have a warm drink. I fear I may have caught a chill," she asked again in her sweet voice, before she turned her attention to the man.

With her trembling hands held up to the fire, she turned to him and for just an instant her eyes flashed back to black as she muttered, "Of where I've been is of little consequence because it is here where you wish I be.""It is a long story I wish not bore such kind people with details. But a bit of advice to the young lady, beware of the man with promises larger than his standing else you might find yourself fleeing from a shanty by the creek. The last she added with a girlish giggle that she knew would not be lost on the young Abby.

She seemed like such a sweet girl. Shame she had not married off sooner.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

Abby was a caring, sweet, beautiful girl and it was truly a shame how naive she was. As she wrapped the woman in a blanket she apologized as the woman sneezed and then asked for something to drink. "All we have is some soup, I made it all myself. Nice and hot, tasty too," she said and went to get some. Thomas on the meantime watched her quiet closely and with her smile he was sure he had seen something change in her face. He didn't know what it was, but he knew something wasn't right either. Thomas had gotten away from the country life, he had seen the world, and seen many different things.

As she handed the small cup of hot soup to the woman what she had said was truly lost. Thomas understood and moved towards the entrance to his bedroom. Something wasn't right here, his intuition said he had best act immediately. "So, where are you from anyways? I'm Abby by the way, hopefully you are from somewhere beautiful and so far away. Please do tell me." The doe eyed girl stood by the woman and watched her with innocent eyes.

Thomas's hand laid on the frame of the door, he didn't do anything rash, but he was playing this cautiously.

 

[grdybiwife]

"Such a curious girl you are of me but you grow tired. Off to bed you shall be" Again she mutter as she sipped the soup. And she had to admit it was quite good, though there was no meat it was still hearty. "Such a lucky man to have a daughter able to do so much with so little. You will make a good wife to a most lucky man," she said to Abby though her eyes were on the man. Keeping his distance and that would not do but she would be patient and wait until the girl retired before she did anything rash.

She sucked down the soup hungrily and offered the empty bowl to the girl before she lean back in the chair, ran the blanket along her face to wipe away stray droplets of moisture. "Sorry for having interrupted your evening meal. Your hospitality is most appreciated. I wish I could repay it in someway.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

Abby smiled and blushed at the comment, but at the same time she yawned and placed her tiny hand across her mouth. Her eyes grew heavy and as she stepped back she spoke after the woman. "I'm suddenly so tired, must be the cooking or this weather," she said with a little laugh, "I must apologize but I will head to bed." She practically ignored the woman as she said her goodnights, headed to her room, and closed her door to go to bed.

Alone, as he wanted it, though he wondered if the woman did as well, Thomas played the game. "I'm just glad we could help," he said, and watched her relaxing in the chair as if she owned the place or was overly special. Thomas did look beyond the concern though, he could not deny her beauty, or maybe it was her similarity to his deceased wife Joy.

"Your appreciation of our hospitality is surely enough." Though he said that the woman could sense the increase in his heart beat and the fact that her beauty and resemblance to someone was causing some arousal. "So what is your name? And, what brings you here? My daughter is gone, no more games," Thomas said, staying right where he had been for awhile now, by his door, and as close to his sword as he could be without showing off too much.

 

[grdybiwife]

"You may call me Serene,"she said though she dropped the sweet act. "My name is of no matter to you when you see only who you wish me to be," she muttered as she rounded the room, acting as if she were interested in the furniture. The tiny wooden figurines displayed on the mantel piece. It really was a lovely place, for a farmhouse. "You wish to know why I am here," she asked the man, a coy smile playing upon her full lips, plump and reddened by her own arts. She raised her arms ever so slightly, her light eyes flashed black as she held his gaze. Thunder clapped will such force the walls shook. And again she smiled. "Why the storm of course?"

She could tell he wasn't buying it, the distrust wafted off of him like a cloudy nimbus. Needless to say she was impressed. He was more than just a simple farmer but she could not know without laying hands on him. She allowed her eyes drift up from his feet over his wide muscled frame, letting them linger at the growing bulge at his crotch. Another smile and, "It is a lonely life you share with her. Before long she will be off and wed to one of the many men of that tiny village who appreciate her sweet smile and nurturing ways. She worries of what would come of you then, her loving father. She wishes you find someone to fill the place left empty by her mother...before she becomes an old maid for she will not leave this place until you do. All the while she spoke she moved to stand before him, her skirt fluttering gracefully behind her. And she held his gaze, keeping his attention on her, not wanting him to look away. Wanted him to see the sincerity she spoke. He would ask how she knew such things and perhaps she would tell him, she hadn't decided yet.

"But enough of your sweet Abby," she said standing just close enough to feel the manly heat his body gave off. But she did not touch him. She would have rather he make such choices on his own. It was more fun that way. "You have needs, the same needs of every man but a simple woman would not be nearly enough to satisfy you. Such a strong man, so virile even in your advanced years. Wasted here in solitude.""An end to the games is what you seek but they have only just begun so let us play. What fun we'll have, so much she might wish a peek.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

Thomas watched her coldly and showed no emotion in his face. He had grown close to the door and near his sword, but as she spoke her name and then walked about with seemingly no concern he pulled away from the door frame. This woman was powerful to be as unconcerned as she was, as least he believed so, for there were few dumb wielders of unnatural power anymore. And then, as she raised her arms he saw her eyes change for a moment as thunder suddenly cracked. He didn't jump or flinch.

Yes, she was indeed powerful.

As she drew closer, until she was nearly upon him, he moved a bit due to discomfort but did nothing suddenly. His cock stirred, which was an odd sensation in the moment, and it did catch him off guard. He let her speak, her scent on his nose as she stood so close. Her eyes intensely burning into his own, seemingly into his mind, confusing him and for a moment he looked away before being drawn back.

The woman went on and on without any interruption from him. Was she luring him into a trap? It's not as if there was a cliff he was about to walk off of or a sea about to swallow him. His mind raced as he thought of the different demons, witches, and other creatures he had encountered and wondered what trap there may be to her.

Did he have to touch her first? She surely seemed to get as close as possible without having anything of her own touch him.

"A very enlightening revelation, though surely you know I've thought about all that before, a simple farmer I may seem to be...I am not. Nor am I that advanced in years," he said, bulging his fist for a moment revealing muscle that strained to be unleashed. Age was a nerve he did not like touched.

"So, let me get this straight, you come upon my farm, conjuring a storm, and make your way in like a woman in distress simply to tell me of a possible future to get me to lay with you?" Thomas chuckled while looking right at her, "That's a sorry thought."

 

[grdybiwife]

"Is it though,"she asked with a raised eyebrow, then waved her hand, but there was no magic in it. She simply wish he not answer. "The storm was for her or else you would not have invited me inside and she would not be able to convince you otherwise. And beside, your crops could use a watering don't you think." And again she waved her hand but this time the storm ceased and the sun shone brightly through the windows. She also did away with that silly dress and those blue eyes. He knew well enough what she was that she figured she could do away with such formalities.

She smiled at him then, it was a sultry one, with her head tipped ever so slightly as she look up into his eyes. "Be not ashamed of your advanced years, especially in the presence of one who could have birthed your great grandmother. I imagine growing old an achievement among you warrior lot. Be not surprised. The blood on your sword is quite pungent," she said with a smirk as she moved a bit closer, though still she did not touch him. At least not intentionally anyway, the rise and fall of his broad chest cause it to brush against her breasts in intervals. The friction of this only heightened her lust.

And she could feel his, though he did well holding it at bay, Serene felt the fire burning in his loins as she felt her own. It would not be long before he would succumb, and though she wished not use a spell, simple charms could easily help him along. A subtle roll of her shoulders as she eased her way past him into his bedroom brought the straps of her silken shift down her arms and as she moved to his bed she left it fall down her body. She stepped out of it gracefully just before she made it to his bed to lay down. "Think not of the future farmer but what you might do with this moment. A soft body to warm your bed for the evening. Nothing more than that. I find coherent thought is better achieved after climax."