Melia - Chapter 10
By Darkage
(c) July, 2001


Chapter 10

Melia had been trekking through the knee-high grass 
for hours under the bright sun. Sweat ran down her 
skin as she walked, nude, through the field, making 
her way down the gentle slope and towards the valley 
below. Late in the day she noticed movement not too 
far away in the grass below. Stopping for a moment, 
she saw that it was a man leading mule-cart. The cart 
was piled high with cloth and wooden chests and the 
man appeared to be dressed in leathers, a small sword 
swinging at his hip. Unsure of what to do, Melia 
crouched in the grass, wary of being caught nude in 
the middle of nowhere by a stranger. As the man drew 
near, however, she realized that he must be a merchant 
of some sort, and might be able to help her. She 
waited until he was passing by her, no more than 
twenty feet away, and called out, "Hello!" The man, 
startled, drew his sword and looked around confusedly. 
Standing and revealing herself, Melia waved to the 
man, showing she was unarmed. He stared at her warily 
and, searching the land from side to side, slowly 
approached. A short, but thick and unruly beard of 
golden brown covered his jaw and a wiry mustache sat 
above his lip. He had strange, searching eyes of 
emerald green with which he searched her up and down. 
As he opened his mouth to speak, she saw a set of 
dark, rotting teeth. "Dirg unth vau?" he called to 
her. Melia recognized the language and she realized 
she must be in Casconi, just east of her native land. 
She did not, however know what he was asking her, or 
how to respond. Again he called out, "Dirg unth vau?!" 
Hoping he would recognize her own language she 
responded, "Can you tell me where I am?" He seemed to 
think for a moment and then he started through the 
grass towards her. Nervous, Melia pointed to the cart 
of goods and said, "trade?" She tried to illustrate 
with hand gestures and he stopped, seeming to 
understand. Starting back towards the cart, he looked 
back at her and waved her over.

Climbing up onto the cart he began sorting through 
various cloths and goods, reciting words she did not 
know. He looked at her and grabbed his leather tunic 
saying, "vafrathi?" Melia eagerly nodded and watched 
as he pulled tunic of rough cloth from the pile. He 
held it up to show her and she continued nodding 
eagerly. The tunic in one hand, he held out his other 
and said, "hubec toh." He waited, then dropped the 
tunic and repeated his words, this time illustrating 
with four outstretched fingers. Melia realized he was 
asking for money. A look of desperation on her face, 
she illustrated with her hands that she had nothing 
with her. He, however, seemed to misunderstand this 
gesture, for his face lit up and he looked her up and 
down. He jumped from the cart, grabbing the tunic as 
well and began removing his thick leather breeches, 
all the while staring hungrily at her naked body. 
Melia realized what a terrible mistake she'd made, but 
it seemed her only choice, she needed clothes. The 
bearded merchant pulled his tunic from his body and 
approached her. She instinctively took a step back as 
the large, hairy man came towards her. Grabbing her 
shoulders, he pulled her to the ground, knelt before 
her, and spread her legs. Melia closed her eyes and 
her heart pounded quickly in her chest as the man's 
wiry beard tickled the insides of her thighs. To her 
surprise, she felt his mouth upon her pubic mound and 
sighed softly as he massaged her clit with his tongue.

The merchant licked and sucked at the girl's sex until 
her chest rose and fell with heavy sighs, and warm 
slick fluids seeped from between her vaginal lips. She 
felt him leave the junction of her thighs and looked 
down at him as he crawled up her body. His thick, red 
penis protruded from the wiry reddish hair that 
covered most of his body and Melia swallowed with 
anticipation as she saw it approach the lips between 
her legs. With one quick thrust, he pushed himself 
into her, his rigid member slipping up between her 
swollen, wet labia.

Though he was a bit rough with her, Melia began to 
enjoy herself. He pumped hard into her, obviously not 
having had a woman in some time. She breathed deeply 
took what pleasure she could as he finished, exploding 
inside her with a heavy grunt and collapsing on top of 
her. Exhausted, he lay his head on her chest as he 
caught his breath. He was cute, in his own way, and 
she patted his head gently. The wiry beard tickled her 
stomach.

The man gave her the tunic and was on his way. 
Dressing herself, Melia moved on through the grass, 
heading towards the setting sun.


Melia walked along sandy ground. She'd passed through 
vast grasslands, managing to avoid contact with any 
other travelers. The grass was sparse now, and she 
felt sun-warmed pebbles beneath her feet and between 
her toes as she continued on her trail, hoping, 
praying to find her lost love. Their luck had been 
awful of late. It was hard to believe so much had 
happened in only a month. First to be cheated by that 
scoundrel of a duke, who refused to pay for the 
statuette she procured for him. Then to come home to 
their quiet hut and find Alara gone, taken. She 
trudged on, grief whirling through her mind, and 
hardly noticed as the ground grew rocky beneath her 
feet.

Coming to the edge of rocky slope, Melia looked down 
at the valley below. Pale boulders lay strewn about 
the valley floor, some bunched together, forming small 
caves and spots of shade. She was suddenly reminded of 
how hot the midmorning sun had grown. Picking her way 
carefully down the slope, she reached the sandy ground 
and started toward a pile of rocks offering some 
shade. She inspected the area until she was convinced 
it was utterly deserted, and then stretched out on a 
flat rock. Lying on her stomach, she rested her cheek 
on the rock's cool surface and drifted off to sleep.


She came to slowly, emerging from the sea of sleep and 
lying there, half dazed, staring at the backs of her 
eyelids. The sun warmed her back, and she giggled at 
the feel of whiskers tickling her legs. Deep purring 
startled her out of her dream state and she began to 
piece together what was happening. The sun had climbed 
past its peak, and hung in the western sky, shining 
its pale orange light down on her. There was a smell 
in the air, and something moved behind her. Again she 
heard purring, and realized with terror that she was 
in the vicinity of a mountain lion. Just as her body 
froze with fear, the whiskers tickled the backs of her 
thighs. It was smelling her, and began to push the 
back of her leather tunic up the curve of her ass. Its 
nose moved up her back, pushing her tunic up to her 
shoulders. Melia tried to pull herself up onto her 
elbows to get away, but with a sudden growl it put a 
large paw on her back, pressing her to the ground. Her 
cheek pressed upon the rock, Melia could feel the tips 
of the cat's claws, just barely extended, pressing 
into the skin of her back. She felt the soft fur of 
its underbelly brush against her naked back and the 
very ground she lay on seemed to rumble with its deep 
purring. She could feel the presence of its great head 
behind hers, and she stared straight ahead too afraid 
to move. It's throat rumbled behind her head and she 
felt its bristly whiskers on the back of her neck. Her 
breath stopped, anticipating the killing bite that 
would break her neck, but it did not come.

Time stood still. She felt the cat's large tongue on 
the back of her neck, which startled her out of her 
paralysis. Her breathing resumed in heavy pants of 
fear as she felt its licking move down to her back. 
Its breath was hot on her back. Her nostrils flared as 
she sucked in air, rich with the smell of the lion's 
musk. She felt the cat's rough tongue licking her 
back, its laps traveling down the small of her back, 
where it stopped a moment, sniffing, and the air 
rumbled with a deep purr. The cat resumed its licking, 
rubbing its tongue in long upward strokes that moved 
lower and lower.

Still very frightened, Melia wondered what on earth 
was happening, and she nearly giggled as the rough 
tongue licked from her tailbone to the small of her 
back, teasing ticklish skin. Her breath came fast as 
it licked her there again. Then its tongue traveled 
down between her buttocks, licking the perspiration 
from her skin. Melia's breath quivered as the beast's 
tongue pushed between her buttocks and slid back over 
her anus, its whiskers teasing her skin. It licked her 
there again and she felt the tension releasing from 
her body. Whiskers tickled the backs of her thighs, 
their wiry tips brushing her soft skin. A cool, wet 
nose pushed down, between her thighs, parting her legs 
slightly, and she breathed deeply as a warm tongue 
licked the backs of her thighs. The licks moved up to 
her sensitive inner-thighs and she shuddered with 
pleasure at the feel of the cat's hot breath on her 
skin, stirring the hair in the crevice between her 
thighs.

The big cat pushed its nose up between her legs again, 
parting her thighs and exposing her labia, slick with 
perspiration. The sudden touch of its tongue on her 
secret lips caused Melia to groan involuntarily as 
strong waves of pleasure tingled down her legs and up 
into her belly. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped her 
lips as the warm tongue licked along the length of her 
labia.

Her cheek pressed against the soft, swampy ground, she 
lifted her ass into the air and spread before the 
great cat. She panted as its tongue rubbed her 
clitoris, the long fur on the sides of its head 
brushing her inner thighs. Its whiskers teased her 
buttocks. Melia's face flushed with lust as the cat 
lapped between her legs and she pushed her ass back 
against its nose, searching for increased friction. It 
licked her hard, and she gasped for air as the rough 
tongue lashed up from her clit all the way to the 
small of her back. A drip of milky fluid fell to the 
ground beneath her parted thighs.

Thick with lust, Melia pushed her ass up against the 
cat's shaggy underbelly as it mounted her. It planted 
forepaws on either side of her and rested its head 
upon hers, its weight pressing her cheek against the 
moist ground. Its shaggy hind legs pressed against the 
backs of Melia's thighs and a bubble of precome 
dribbled from between her labia. At the touch of its 
erect penis to her pubic mound, Melia's breath paused, 
her body tensing slightly.  For a moment the cat just 
stood poised, positioning itself, the hard tip of its 
penis pushing ever so slightly into her soft lips. 
Then it slowly inserted the head of its penis into 
her, pushing into her soft body. It felt hard and 
slender inside her and, moaning, she pushed back 
against it, aching for deeper penetration. Her pussy 
muscles massaged and squeezed the tip of it, which 
felt a little strange. The cat jerked back just a bit, 
and Melia felt rubbery spines on its head pull at her 
soft tissue, stimulating her with intense pleasure. 
Then, with a deep grunt, the lion thrust itself into 
her. She cried out with lust at the feel of the big 
cat slamming its smooth-skinned shaft into her vagina. 
Her secret lips were stretched to swallow the wide 
base of its penis and the cat's large, velvety balls 
slapped against her pubic mound.

Melia came hard, squealing with pleasure as her milky 
fluids seeped around the cat's member and dripped from 
between her legs. With a great sigh of relief, she 
relaxed and began to lower her ass. But when she tried 
to, it remained held tight to the big cat's 
underbelly. Its stiff member, still rock hard inside 
her body, held her, impaled. The cat began to thrust 
into her with short, hard strokes, pressing her cheek 
into the ground with each one. She felt her groin 
tingle with renewed pleasure as each thrust send a 
surge of ecstasy through her body. She thrust her hips 
up against the cat's belly and gasped with bliss, her 
tongue lolling out of her mouth as her sex pulled at 
its penis. The cat rammed into her until, with a deep 
roar, it came deep inside her body. Then, suddenly, it 
pulled out of her, licked her rump, and was gone into 
the rocky wilderness.

Melia lay on her belly, exhausted, and was half-asleep 
when the sun was blocked out by a tall figure standing 
over her. Before she could react, it snatched her up 
and tossed her over its shoulder, knocking the wind 
out of her. She blacked out and the beast carried her 
off into the desolate valley, her ankles held firmly 
in its large, ugly hands.

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