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Scimitar Moon	By : MuseofScrolls Category: M through R > Predator Views: 4305 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This fic is pure
fun on my part. It is a gift for those
who inspire me to write, particularly in this fandom. You all know who you are, and I hope you
appreciate this little Christmas gift.
Merry Christmas to all, and I shall return to my other fics soon. =)

Scimitar Moon

The night was still, almost as though the very essence of
the desert was holding its breath. I
shifted my eyes from the dunes to the star-filled sky. No cloud marred the beauty of darkness
speckled with tiny lights.
All that remained of the moon was a sliver of silver; my
tribe called it “scimitar moon.” It was
nothing unusual as it appeared every twenty-eight nights. But the season was hot, and the scimitar moon
in this time made my kinsmen nervous. I
didn’t really understand their anxiety and had never experienced any reason to
show fear at this time. But I was a
woman of my tribe and one granted few privileges of the desert. One of these liberties was being able to move
without asking permission from the encampment to the nearby oasis.
Muscles under my legs quivered and my attention moved to
Chaka, my silvery gray mare. She shifted
on all four of her hooves; I knew she was just as eager as I was to get to the
oasis or at least out into the desert.
All “daughters of the wind” had a bond with their riders, and sometimes
it seemed as though she and I were of one mind.
“Come, Chaka,” I said, clicking my tongue. “Let’s get to the oasis and enjoy the night.”
She answered me with a whinny and tossed her head, the reins
jangling softly. With barely a tap from
my heels, we took off into the desert, her hooves steadily drumming against the
cool sands.

~~~

“Amira,
must you go out tonight?” Dalila asked as I prepared for tonight’s ride. “It is the ‘scimitar moon’, and hardly any
men go out under this moon during the hot season.”
Snorting, I shook my
head and tightened the sash at my waist.
“My sister, the men of our tribe are too superstitious for their own
good. I don’t think that the moon should
guide our choices as to what we do.”
“Even if that is
so...” Dalila touched my arm. “Is it not
wise to remain inside at night?”
“I’ve ridden in the
desert at night ever since I was first granted permission and my own mare,” I
reminded her. “My treasured sister, do
you doubt my skills?”
Dalila sighed and placed her hands on her
hips. “You know that’s not what I
mean. I just worry for you, my younger
sister. You should listen to your
elders.”
I laughed. Dalila was only two years older than me, and
I had already been granted more liberties than her. Granted, she had not asked for them as I had,
but it was still humorous that she considered herself an elder. “I will be fine. Don’t concern yourself.”
“Since you wanted to
learn how to use it, you’d better take your sword with you,” she said, handing
me the shortened scimitar.
“I never visit the
desert without it.” Taking it from her,
I slid it inside the sash before slipping into a long, hooded robe.

~~~

Shaking my head, I smiled at my older sister’s determination to have me stay in
the camp tonight. She’d done this before
on occasion, but it was mostly because she thought it was improper for a woman
to ride about as I did. ‘How will you be able to get a husband if
you ride around like a man does?’ she asked me once. Perhaps, my dear sister, I’m not ready for a
husband yet.
The hood from my robe was pushed behind my head, and I
inhaled deeply of the crisp desert air.
Chaka moved so fluidly through the night and whinnied to the sky,
jumping over a small dune as we continued towards the oasis. Looking at the sky once more, I noticed that
the moon glowed bright silver; it was as though the stars had faded in the
presence of the scimitar. I raised a
brow and faced the desert once more.
A small cluster of palm trees
slowly appeared ahead, and I pulled back on the reins, slowing Chaka down to a
brisk trot. By the time we reached the
oasis, it was at a leisurely walk, and Chaka snorted. “Nothing like a
visit here at night when no one else is around,” I told her, slipping out of
the saddle.
Removing the small saddle and
reins, I allowed Chaka some freedom to explore the desert. She tossed her head and reared up on her hind
legs, whinnying to the sky before taking off among the dunes. I smiled as I watched her silver body moving
in and around the dunes, knowing that she would return as soon as I whistled
for her. That was how much she and I
trusted each other.
Something rustled behind me, and I
slowly looked over my shoulder, checking the area. There was nothing there, no being of any
kind. Then, I heard another sound, only
this one was closer. Whirling around and
gripping the hilt of my sword, I glared into the night and willed my eyes to
adjust even further to see whatever might be hidden within the darkness. Still nothing.
With a sigh, I moved my shoulders
to try and relax; night is a time of life within the desert. There was no reason why I should have started
as I did. I walked towards the source of
the oasis, the large spring bubbling from the depths of the desert. Providing sustenance of water, shade and
food, these hidden areas were the real treasure of the endless sea of
sand.
Dipping a hand in the water, it was
already cool as the surrounding air. I
scooped up some and drank from my cupped hands, gazing across the water out of
curiosity. My eyes focused on an area
that seemed to be almost…wavy, like I was seeing a mirage. But in the cool of night, there would be no
reason to see such a thing. Then, I saw
a small shadow along the sand just in front of the “night mirage” illuminated
by the moon, and my hand went to my sword once more.
I didn’t know what this…being was
whether demon or perhaps a bizarre animal of some kind. There was even the possibility that my eyes
were just tired and playing tricks on me.
But I couldn’t just sit and wait forever. Standing slowly, I kept my hand along the
sword hilt and stared at the “night mirage”.
It had not moved since I laid eyes on it; perhaps it thought I would not
see it if it remained still.
Fate seemed to favor me instead as
I walked along the perimeter of the spring.
I would see what this being was and deal with it accordingly…or perhaps
be dealt with myself. I swallowed
carefully, thinking about what possible trouble I might be getting myself
into. The desert was full of so many
things, more things than my people could possibly understand, and the idea that
I might be greeting a demon of the desert made my heart beat harder in my chest.
At that moment, the “night mirage”
shifted to the right, moving towards me at too fast a pace for my comfort. I stopped and gripped the hilt, pulling my
sword from its sheath and braced myself for attack. With a demon’s speed, my blade was met with
another and shattered into three pieces.
Dropping the hilt, I shrieked and moved forward only to be grabbed by
the front of my robe and tunic and lifted off my feet.
Closing my eyes, I prepared for
death as I said a silent prayer to the gods and an apology to Dalila. But nothing happened. No blade sliced through my body or slit my
throat. I chanced to open my eyes and
saw the “night mirage” as he truly was.
Yes, to my widened eyes, there was no doubt that this immense,
warrior-like being was male. He wore the
oddest armor along his body, and the faceplate was…definitely nothing I had
seen before.
“Demon,” I murmured, and a low
growl came from behind the faceplate.
Then, my mind practically raced to find a way to prevent him from
delivering my death. “A thousand
apologies for approaching you as I did.
I am but a humble woman of the Tehib Tribe, and one who knows not of the
countenance of desert demons.”
“‘Wo-man’?”
a ragged voice spoke from the faceplate.
Swallowing, I nodded my head and he
slowly lowered me to my feet. Almost
instantly, he placed his large hand against my chest, roughly cupping around
one breast. I gasped and backed away
from him, but he strode forward and grasped my arm, growling again. There was no way to avoid him or his advances
now; the demon would either spare my life or my innocence but not both.
I remained still, not moving either
away or towards him, and the demon drew nearer to me. His large hand released my arm and began
picking at my robe, almost as though he was curious about the layer of
fabric. He grasped it on either side on
my neck and pulled it off my arms, dropping it on the sand.
Suddenly, I heard Chaka’s whinny
coming from the dunes. She didn’t sound
too far away, but as I looked at the demon as he faced the sound’s direction, I
knew involving my mare was a bad idea.
Chaka would protect me if I needed help, but against a desert demon, I
would not chance her life.
I stepped closer to the demon,
touching his hard forearm and bringing his attention back to me. He made a clicking sound and tilted his head
to the side before fingering my sash. To
save my clothes, I started to lift up the bottom of my tunic, bunching the cloth
in my hands. My heart drummed in my ears
as I did this, practically being a willing victim. But was I truly a victim if I was doing so
willingly?
My eyes moved over what I could see
of the demon’s body. He was very tall
and had a thick chest bordered by wide shoulders and strong-looking arms. The young men of my tribe were all wiry or
stout; this demon was definitely different than what I was used to seeing. ‘You
act as though you are assessing his qualities,’ my mind murmured. ‘He is
a demon, a being that is forcing you to do something unwanted.’
Was it really unwanted? Had I heeded my sister’s warnings, I would
not be in this position. But the night
had drawn me out with promises of newness and perhaps excitement. Was this not what I deserved after all of the
previous happenings?
A low growl interrupted my thoughts
as I looked to see the demon kneeling in front of me. I still had my tunic bunched up in my hands,
baring practically all of my lower body to him.
Warm blush crept across my face as I wondered why I had brought this
upon myself. Then, two warm hands moved
under the tunic, cupping my full rump and squeezing. His touch was rough but not painful as he
massaged my soft flesh.
Another wave of warmth passed along
my cheeks only this one had nothing to with embarrassment. The idea that this demon was the first to see
me naked held such an air of the forbidden, and it made small bumps rise along
my bare skin. His hands slowly moved
down my thighs, the claw tips lightly grazing against the backs of my calves.
A breath rushed past my lips before
I could stifle it, and the demon looked up at me. Rising to his full, towering height, he
softly pushed against my shoulder, moving me to where my robe was lying on the
sand. As I stared up at him, I was
practically shoved to the ground; I had to release my tunic to stop my body as
I landed on the sand.
The demon stood looking down at me,
and his hand moved to the cloth covering his nether regions. As he pulled back the cloth, my mouth gaped
and I fell back against my robe, shocked by what he displayed. Another clicking sound came from him, and he
crouched over me, his legs straddling mine and his hands on either side of my
head. My breathing increased rapidly as
I felt fear seep into me, not fear of the action the demon wanted but the means
he was going to use to do so.
He seemed to notice my tension and
placed his weight on his knees, freeing his hands to cup my covered breasts as
before. Tugging against them, his thumbs
moved across my nipples, hardening them to nubs. I closed my eyes and focused on the
sensations of having him touch me like this.
His hands were so powerful; I could feel that in the way they
moved.
I felt warmth spread along my
breasts and down to my nether regions, and the demon almost sensed this change
immediately. He moved one hand down to my
bare lower regions, slipping one thick finger inside my opening. I tensed again, and he slowly began circling
his finger along my inner skin. Slowly,
my body began to relax and I spread my legs involuntarily to allow him more
room, and he slipped in a second finger.
As he continued his circling motions, I could feel the blood pulsing in
my veins, mostly concentrated in my lower region.
My breaths came in faster and more
ragged gasps, making him increase his strokes inside me. Without really knowing what I was doing, I
began thrusting against his fingers, my own hands gripping the robe beneath
us. One more thrust, and I saw starlight
bursting before my eyes. My back arched
towards the demon, and a low gasping breath forced its way from my lips. Oh, by the gods, what was this glorious
feeling?
Lying back down, I closed my eyes
and gulped in air, trying to calm my breathing.
I barely noticed when the demon removed his slick fingers from my
opening. Something thicker entered me,
and I snapped my eyes open to find the demon hovering over me. He thrust against me, and I screamed at being
completely filled. Bucking his hips, the
demon wrapped his arms around my torso, drawing my body even closer to
his. I felt him moving inside me,
stretching me as I had never experienced at all in my life. But oh, to have this otherworldly being
inside me was beyond what any woman from my tribe could admit.
The demon’s breathing was growing
intense, and I was gasping for more air as he thrust even harder and faster
inside me. Wave after wave of pleasure
crashed through me, and I shrieked as my body shuddered again from his
movements. As my back arched, the demon
held me in a tight embrace, his claws digging into my skin, and I gripped his
shoulders. A roar burst from him, and my
eyes rolled back as warm liquid filled me.
“Oh, gods…” I murmured, still
holding the demon to me.
He slowly thrust inside me a few
more times before exhaling deeply and pressing his body against mine. A deep rumble came from his chest, and it
made the pressure of his weight feel even more wonderful. Closing my eyes, my arms slipped from around
the demon’s shoulders and I just slumped against the sand, my mind barely
noticing anything as I moved to the Dream Realm.

~~~

When I opened my eyes again, I
found the demon had gone and Chaka stood nearby, snorting along the sand. Sitting up, I looked around, almost hoping to
catch a glimpse of the desert demon who had taken…and given something to me. I pulled down my tunic and stood on wobbly
legs; the junction of my legs still pulsed with what had occurred this
night.
I slowly walked to Chaka and placed
a hand along her back, steadying my body as I looked around. The pieces of my broken sword were lying a
little away from my robe, and I moved from Chaka to pick up both the pieces and
the robe. Slipping the robe on, I
adjusted the sleeves, then stopped; there was something on the inside of my
right arm. Two strange markings were
just below my elbow, and I thought, ‘He
must have done it while I was in the Dream Realm.’
Inspecting the markings, I wondered
what they meant in the demon’s language.
Then, I pulled the sleeves back down and tucked the remnants of my sword
into my sash. I hooked an arm around
Chaka’s neck and led her back to the other side of the oasis spring where I’d
left her saddle. With the saddle and
reins back in place, I swung up on her back and slowly moved from the
oasis.
After a few moments, I dared to
look over my shoulder back at the oasis, seeking him wherever he might be
hidden. But there was nothing, and I
faced forward once more. The journey
back to camp was much longer than the journey to the oasis; I thought Chaka was
about as spent as I was even if it wasn’t for the same reason. My left hand lightly brushed the area where
the markings were, and I looked up at the glimmering scimitar moon.
‘If
it is demons that make the men nervous at this time…I can see why,’ I
thought before smiling. ‘But I might not have reason to fear that
now.’
My mind whirled with thoughts of
all the events of this night, but one certainty stood out as clear as the
spring waters. I would return to the
oasis each scimitar moon of the hot season…to search for my demon. My desert demon.

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