The Sandman
Keywords: Sandman, The,
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Devan had to spend a lot of extra time washing, finding that her loins were covered in the dried evidence of the previous nights masturbation. She could not remember having ever been that wet before, and the soft, intense orgasm that she had experienced was something that was entirely new to her as well.
Devan knew there was no way she was going to convince her mother to let her leave that evening without a fight, so she decided to circumvent the argument. She waited until her mother was busy with chores, leaving her a note stating that she was going to stay in town with a friend that night. A bag of clothing and other necessities in hand, she hurried away before anyone could see her hasty departure.
Calling upon a few of her friends, Devan found the town abuzz with the news of the murder the night before. The young woman had a loose reputation in the area, and thus she was well known to nearly everyone through that infamy. It hit closer to home than the previous slayings, and all Devan's friends were in a virtual state of panic.
Devan was about ready to just surrender and go home, thinking there was no chance Serhan or anyone else would be out tonight. She walked toward the wagon yard where Serhan worked and all thoughts of returning home fled from her instantly.
Serhan was lifting a heavy load into one of the wagons preparing for departure. He was bare-chested, glistening with sweat, and every firm muscle in his body rippled as he worked. Devan instantly felt her juices flowing and knew there was no way she was leaving town without seeing him tonight. She also knew there was little chance she would be able to resist her desire to couple with Serhan this night, carefully laid plans be damned. He had a hold on her heart, and her body seemed a complete slave ready to satisfy his every whim.
A woman a few years older than Devan approached while she stood enraptured by the sight of Serhan at work. Erin had been a student at the school, but had never really acquired the drive or skill to work the Art well. She had eventually dropped out upon marrying, but was still close with many of the students, Devan included.
Devan managed to break away from her trance, walking along with Erin to the well to draw some water. Erin had hardly missed Devan's state upon encountering her, and they talked in low whispers about Serhan, giggling often, as they returned to Erin's house.
When Erin discovered that Devan meant to stay in town that night, she asked if Devan wished to stay with her. Her husband was away from town, and she certainly welcomed the company, especially with the news of a killer on the loose. Devan agreed, glad to have a place to stay so she would not have to return home, and the pair chatted throughout the day.
The closer it got to evening, the more Devan anticipated meeting Serhan, and the more intensely aroused she became. As during her walk, her arousal was mixed with troublesome thoughts about Serhan that pointed to her heart trying to weasel its way into her plans.
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Once again, the sound of coins changing hands broke the silence of a shadowy structure.
"I told you, I'm that good."
"Well, you'll have to wait now before you'll have a chance to try your luck for the last. Everyone is on edge and there isn't likely to be a soul outside tonight. You'll not make your mark this day, and I doubt you'll do so in time to meet the agreement."
"We'll see about that. Haven't you learned yet not to underestimate me?"
"Know this; if things start getting out of control, I'm gone. I'll not be left in any situation that puts me in danger."
A derisive snort pierced the silence, "You're a coward."
"I'm practical."
"I suggest you practice that practicality, and don't try to cheat me of what I'm owed."
"I don't owe you anything yet, but I know better than to go back on my word."
"Just remember that. The night creeps up on us, time to get to work."
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Serhan was easy to spot in the square this night, because he was the only one there. The sense of fear in town was absolutely palpable, and not a single one of the other young men and women who usually frequented the square had dared to come this evening.
Devan sauntered up to him, wearing a cream-colored top that was scandalously transparent and a matching skirt that was scandalously short. She was walking quickly, and doing little to hide the desire in her eyes. Spending the better part of the day daydreaming about Serhan had left little doubt in her mind where she would let things go tonight.
"It looks like we have the square all to ourselves," Serhan said when she reached him, lifting one of her hands, and kissing the back of it while looking up into her eyes.
Devan blushed and cast her eyes downward demurely for a moment. Her heart had leapt in her chest when he made the gesture, and that frustrated Devan more than a little once she realized her heart was trying to take over the situation.
She decided there was one quite simple way to overcome those softer feelings, and it was something just as intense within her at the moment. Devan let all the desire and arousal within her show in her expression as she spoke, "Maybe we should let the square have a break from being trampled on tonight and go somewhere else."
"Did you have somewhere in mind?"
"Somewhere private," Devan suggested with a crooked smile.
Serhan perked up, and Devan noticed something else was perking up as well. That interesting bulge in the front of his trousers was getting even larger, and even more interesting.
"I think I know a place," he replied and offered her his hand.
Devan smiled and allowed him to lead her away from the square and toward the edge of town. She soon guessed where they were going, to an abandoned house with a few ramshackle outbuildings that had stood empty for a few years now. The family that had lived there had simply packed up and left one day without a word. The townsfolk had considered tearing down the one room dwelling and its outbuildings several times, but had always hesitated thinking perhaps the family might return.
They reached the small dwelling and Serhan led her toward it, confirming Devan's suspicion. Rumor had it that many a young couple had used the old tumbledown house as a place to have their first sexual encounter. It was far enough on the edge of town that sounds of pleasure, even loud ones, would not carry with any volume to any other house in town.
When Serhan opened the door, the light of the full moon shining through the dingy windows revealed numerous makeshift pallets covering the floor of the building. Most looked like they were well used, to say the least, but a pair seemed to be newly put together. One even had a blanket upon it that seemed a recent arrival.
Devan's coy smile as she spoke revealed beyond any doubt that she was kidding and knew exactly why they were there, "Hmm, no chairs. Where ever will we sit and talk?"
Serhan smiled back, obviously knowing what she was thinking, "We could sit over there, it's pretty clean," he said gesturing toward the pallet with the newer blanket.
Devan sauntered over to the pallet and knelt down, Serhan right behind her. When he knelt down, Devan pulled him close and kissed him with a hot passion. The kiss lasted for some time, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, and they broke from it hesitantly.
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Keywords: Sandman, The,