night of memories

Should I wait for Tristan, or should I find another companion? Tristan told me he was a virgin and I was his first love. At least I lost my virginity as a student in the elven magic academy. My boyfriend, like me, came from the same elven nobility, a perfect match. Some would call us. After several months of dating, we decided it was time to take it further. We only had sex one time. It was messy, and I felt a lot of pain, but at least he was quick. He was inexperienced like Tristan, and he released himself in me. For several days until my period came, I was scared that I would remain pregnant. I wasn’t ready to raise a child back then, although I know my mother would‘ve liked a grandchild.

Soon after that, the demon attack happened, and I decided to become a hunter. I didn’t even care when he broke up with me.

With Tristan, I wanted to be remarkable. I didn't want to do it in the tent or at the campfire with mosquitos swirling around. I was waiting to return to the city and have a romantic dinner, and then I would guide him to my bedroom. I would take off his clothes, then I would kiss and lick his large chest only to make my way below his abdomen where my lips would meet with his fully erect member. I begin touching myself through my leather pants as I imagine Tristan's dick in my mouth. I undress and lay on one side, and I start rubbing my pussy lips in a circular motion fantasizing about my beloved as he finally puts his large cock inside me.

He then begins moving back and forward, and with each thrust, my vagina will swallow his cock, deeper and deeper inside me. And my fingers follow my fantasies as I insert my fingers inside, rubbing back and forward the interior of my vagina.

Yes, Tristan, please fuck me harder. If only you have been more bold. You could've had my moist pussy to remember. And I am humping my own hand pushing my hips forward to meet with my fingers.

I lay on my back, waiting for the orgasm to come. I fantasize about my old boyfriend and then my mother's lovers as I use my other hand to rub the back side of my pussy. I can't believe I am already cheating on Tristan in my erotic imagination.

The orgasm that I have seems like a small consolation, my body missing the fullness that only a partner can bring.

I calm my breathing and close my eyes, trying to get some sleep, and after a while, I am in the now all too familiar place suspended in darkness.

Tristan p. o. v.

That darkness ended, and another started, only that this one was transparent and had a grey-bluish tint mixed with the yellow street lights that reflected dark shadows on the bedroom walls.

I am lying in Arya’s bed, which is a mess. The bed sheets are crumpled and wrinkled like someone just fought a bear in Arya’s bed. She must have had a nightmare.

Arya left me some notes saying that she made room in her closet for my clothes, and I started unpacking and arranging my clothes.

I finish quickly since I throw some of my clothes, considering that I would only have to dress in my adventurer gear from now on.

Still, the night is young, and I should grab some drinks where my ex-colleagues from the city guard are gathered. Still, I immediately disregarded this thought. I know that if I drank one, I'd have to drink two, and so on, and then Arya might find herself in the morning behind the tavern looking at the blue sky next to a dumpster.

I should paint something and search for a bunch of candles to lighten the room.

I always wanted to try to paint naked women.

And Arya nude is the only thing I can draw since I have a relationship with her. From the way things are going, I will probably die a virgin. How long should I wait until I have Arya in my arms again? Should I just go and find a whore and get it over with?

No, I must be strong. No other woman will make me feel as Arya does. For two minutes pleasure of losing her forever seems like a bad deal. So what if I remain a virgin? She will be mine again someday, and it would be worth all the waiting and loneliness I had endured.

As I think about it, I start drawing Arya's body shape. My pen follows the curves of her voluptuous hips, tiny waist, and ample breasts. I will draw her sitting on a chair and looking outside her room. This way, the light falls on her face and the front of her body.

Her back will have less light, and with the side of my pen, I darken the area from the neck up to her big butt. The al too-familiar form of Arya's body is taking shape. I never saw her fully naked, but I touched her back and cupped her big breast while kissing her neck while we stayed at the old man's house. Then she stopped me and said to wait until we got back to the city.

If only I would have been more bold. At least I would have some sweet memories to keep me company in the lonely nights ahead of me.

As I draw hours pass and morning comes and my body to the darkness succumbs.