The Cappy Chronicle

This will only be 2 paragraphs each entry for each chapter now..as I have less time then usual, I figure the 2 people who read this book won’t mind..and may come back more if the chapters are in bites..I will continue this chapter 2 paragraphs at a time until the chapter is completed..enjoy!)

His hands slid gently across her pale skin longing making him shiver. Her skin always did this to him. The shimmer softness of it, the smooth pale beauty reflected in her flawless china skin. She look down upon him and smiled, her soft black hair splayed across his bare chest. He felt himself harden and knew that no other woman would ever make him long just this way. His passion made him want to rush, but he held the fire at bay, this was a woman to cherish and damn the fates he would give her pleasure before taking his own. He leaned forward drawing one rosy tipped breast into his mouth and delighted at the moan that tumbled from her lips. Gazing upward he felt a joy leap to life in his heart, no one else could bring him this, no one else in all the worlds he had seen, no one but his Moira. Her leg shifted and he felt rather than saw her curl her legs around his waist, she murmured gently as she withdrew her breast and shifted ever so slightly to the side, allowing her body to cradle his side, lying with her head in her hand, her body now along his side as she gazed at him with so much love in her eyes, he had to tell her, he must! She needed to know how much he loved her. He opened his mouth to speak but felt the words dry up, the world tilted and suddenly he felt her being pulled from him. Panic filled him, what was happening? He fought to reach out for her; he had to pull her back. His breath burst from his chest as he leaped forward and found…nothing.

Flinging himself back onto his pallet Pater cursed the fates that would bring him this memory. It always ended this way, the nightmare, sweet bliss that felt like the darkest pain when he awoke, knowing the truths he knew. Realizing the folly of his love and the hot searing grief of his betrayal he didn’t fight the shame. It was enough to dream of her at all. He gave himself that much pleasure in the nightmare at least, a wry twist of derision colored his thoughts for a second and was gone as a man stumbled into his tent. “Sir” he gasped red-faced and startled by his own presumption to enter the tent of the silver fox  “I” ah “Sir” he mumbled “He’s here, you said to wake you when he.ah got here” He shifted his feet. The boy was clearly not comfortable with his task and appeared ready to flee at any moment, Pater gave him his leave and asked him to send in their esteemed guest once he was fed and situated. Pater knew this would take longer than he wanted but the sinister bastard would have his luxury when entering the camp, would want to appear regal and important, pompous ass Pater added silently. Grabbing a fur and some loin clothes he dressed himself quickly and with the appearance of having done so many a time before. He was in no great hurry to greet the dark ones servant any faster than was demanded.