Nothing So Sweet As A Kiss Freely Given

I am looking hard into Jane's eyes, searching, "Jane, are you sure you want to do this? I admit you are a fantastically attractive woman and I would be more than happy to come together with you as is the way of men and women everywhere, but you don't need to lay your body down with me because I saved you. If you are going to do this it is important that I know there is more to this than just the sudden arousal that comes on the heels of a life-threatening situation, I need to know that you want me as a per-" The sentence will never be finished because Jane grabs the back of my head and draws me into a kiss as sweet and tender as it is deep and passionate.

"Father Nemo of Utopia, you are a grade A dolt, you know that?" she says laughingly when the kiss finishes. "I may not remember much about my past but I do know that there are far-far worse ways to begin a relationship than with the man appearing from nowhere to save the woman's life with no thought for his own safety or any reward save the fact that she will live even if he might not. If I knew nothing else about you, if I had only heard this tale from a friend, I would desire you, and let me say you are not unattractive yourself, quite handsome in fact, but that's not it either. You are a GOOD PERSON, and that is something whose price is above rubies. Maybe it's the endorphin rush of just having been saved from certain ****, but I want you right now, more than I can say, and do you know why they call the act of sex among spouses and lovers 'making love'...?" Jane says with hearty good cheer.

In spite of what sounds like my better judgement, I am smiling. "Very well my lovely and irrepressible paramour, lead the way to your campsite where we may consummate this sudden affair properly," I say with a grin and take her hand, but she shakes it loose.

"Touching as that gesture is I must keep my wits about me and have my hands free to grab and throw a stone at a moment's notice, my campsite shelters behind stout walls and well-inscribed wards but when outside it I must be ever on my guard, I was foolish to leave it unarmed even to do my business and will not be so proven twice." She says the earlier mirth drifting away from her face replaced by a cautious watchfulness, scanning every nook and crevice of the ruins which lie about us for some unseen foe or hidden attacker.

It is in this more somber mood that we make the 5-minute walk back to her camp, hidden in the basement of one of the ruined buildings. Fortunately, there is no reappearance of the other 'Hema-Toad' or any other noxious creature, so even though my summoned lionesses have vanished in a flash of light just as they appeared we have no further troubles.

Throwing wide the doorway to her, I try to think of it as a 'camp' rather than more unkind words such as 'squat' or 'shakedown' Jane makes an arcane gesture and speaks a word of command and I feel an intangible barrier of energy become quiescent until we pass through and another gesture and sharp-edged utterance brings it back to full vigilance. "I know it's not much," Jane says with a touch of embarrassment, "but for the past two weeks this has been home."

To be perfectly frank the place is a dump. It's not just the fact that chipped and cracked dishes are piled in a corner with food bits stuck to them, and laundry is strung on ropes across the room, it's also that the one chair and the futon on the floor look to be mildewed and the clothes are mostly sweat-stained and ragged. If that was all I might balk but there is also a well-maintained shrine to Mythras and the chair sits before a desk upon which rests a portable alchemy set, neatly arranged and properly shut down, next to which are five books, each open save one, and mostly in a rather sorry state but clearly being carefully consulted with several bookmarks of colorful ribbon. Also, while the futon seems to have been rescued from the rubbish bin the sleeping bag and pillows spread out on it are obviously well maintained and fairly new, as is the backpack next to the small fire pit made out of part of a steel barrel set just out from under the hole in the ceiling covered by a wire grating as well as the room's wards.

I take all this in only a few seconds because Jane is towing me over to the bed and laughing, "let's get you out of that armor and gear so that you can show me just how much of a hero you really are!"

It is the matter of a few minutes to divest ourselves of our garments and re-stoke the fire, during which we get to know each other and ourselves a little better.

Jane awakened in much the same condition I did about two weeks ago, and discovered that she has some strange fusion of disparate abilities, she has a spell book from which she can cast arcane magic, and if she prays at the shrine she has erected each morning at dawn she can draw on a small amount of divine power. Not only that but she is acrobatic and dexterous as well and can pick locks and asses an area for traps. Furthermore, she is an accomplished swordswoman and warrior, but, here's the catch: she is not as potent at any of these things as I seem to be as a priest of Sol Divine.

"So, you are a generalist," I begin with a smile as I divest myself of my linen undershorts, "there are worse things to be."

Jane smiles at that and touches the foreskin of my already erect member. "Yes, there are, like horny and unfulfilled, so come over here and fill me with your beautiful man meat," she purrs like a hungry tigress.

"Gladly," I respond with a smile and for a few more minutes there are no more words, just grunts and cries of passion as the two of us become one flesh, and each finds in the other more than mere attraction but a compatibility older than humanity and perfect in its unity.

Jane achieves her full three times before I am no longer able to hold back and thrust into her to the hilt. "Here we go!" I grunt as a blast of semen spatters her insides and she wraps her legs around my butt to push me in that tiniest fraction more. "Yes! Oh, Gods Nemo, that's so good!" She whispers in my ear before we both collapse next to each other still holding hands while my engorged penis is slowly deflating. For a hands count of minutes we just bask in the blissful afterglow of orgasm then Jane asks, "What would you like to eat?"