My Fall Flasher - For His Priestess

She rides high on her horse, feeling the rush of wind whip passed her as strands of fine hair fly back behind her. She’s on a mission to get home any way she can. She’s needed, can sense it. The danger of her not being present is overwhelming; actually causing her heart to ache at the thought of losing him.

But he’s one of hers, the strong one who supports her, who holds her up when she faces the world and tells them to piss off. He’s right there, standing behind her, slightly bowed or in front of her on his knees, holding the chain that leads to the collar on his neck. Her collar.

Yet the distance is still so far, even as the miles rush past her. “Move, damnit!” She kicks a spur into the horse’s side and it grunts, picking up speed. Her eyes lay focused on the road ahead, the gray sky above meaning nothing to her. “Piss off,” she shouts at the wind. “I’m done with you. You’ve caused me too much pain already and now you’ve threatened to take what little I have left away?”

“It wasn’t my choice,” the wind seemed to howl back.

Shooting the bird towards the dark, ominous clouds, the Priestess bids the horse to move faster, run harder.

Her prince has suffered at the hands of cruelty, undeservingly. His body had been battered in the fight to the point where he coughed up blood and felt the bones in his body crackle with every step. But still he fought for her with sword and shield forged in the fires of hell.

And she had to be away on “business.” She scoffed at the word. Damn him and his stubbornness. Her world had caused him grief, she should have never brought him back to her time. But he swore he could protect himself, could handle everything he’d been dealt.

He certainly could handle her body.

Two days worth of riding had passed already. She could have used magick to expedite her journey but she’d been too weak when she left. Only eating once in the three days she’d been gone had drained her, the wind elemental had laughed in her face and offered her his strength.

Why the hell he’d do that was beyond her, but she knew how the gods laughed. How deities tended to be selfish and want things their way. She wouldn’t have it.

Somehow life was so much simpler in his time, even with all the machinery and things she didn’t understand. But he said he wanted to visit her world, her time. With a twinkle of her nose, she’d made it happen.

“I love the luscious forests,” he decried when she showed him where he’d sleep. “I love that I can look at your body in the silhouette of the moon when you ride me next,” he told her repeatedly as she fucked him.

A blush crept up her cheeks at the memory. Her own heart raced, not from being connected to his heart, but from her own feelings. Her own desires. She had to have this man in her life or she’d…

She didn’t know what. For the first time in her life, she was scared and unable to hide it. Tears slid down her cheeks.