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Glossary
* Artzruni – Landed family of winemakers
* Rao-Galli – Fortified city to the north
* Qazo [kah-cho] – Literally “brave little one”, Myra’s nickname for Kallisto
* Xyur [hee-oor] – Respectful address to an older sister
* Jan [jahn] – Literally “(my) soul” but roughly translates to “dear”
* Dzo – “Hey”
* Shirini [shir-ree-nee] – sweet, sugary, voluptious
* “Pomegranate Girl” – the romantic type
* Shift – under-dress garment
* Ath – creator god, sun god, represented by a gold dragon
* Zanebelli – goddess of natural beauty, alpine meadows, river valleys, and mountains
***
I decided to go directly to the Artzruni estate. I hadn’t seen Myranush for weeks, and I was aching to see her. It’s funny how the more time you spend with someone the more it hurts to be away, even for what should have felt like a short while. I was told by the servants at the manor that she was out and about in the vineyard. Leaving my horse, I began to walk out towards the farmhouse where I suspected she might be.
As I turned the corner on one of the rows I spotted her and several other women, standing in a large basin, hiking up their dresses, knee deep in grapes. I knew she’d been helping prepare for the wine festival, but this was dedication! I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself as I approached her and her grape-stomping comrades. Leaning on the side of the barn, I waited for the ladies to finish. I thoroughly enjoyed watching them work. There were a few older women, but most of the local girls were spry and young. Eventually, Myra noticed me watching and her face flushed with embarrassment. I gave her a coy smile and a subtle wave; she’s so cute when she’s flustered like that.
The ladies finished up their work and wiped most of the grape-guts off of their and legs and feet. Myranush walked towards me, bashfully holding one of her arms. “Hi Qazo… sorry, you caught me at a bit of an awkward time.” she gave me a peck on the cheek.
“I don’t mind. Actually, you seem like a natural.” I said, grinning. “It’s great to see you again Xyur-Jan.”
“You too… Gosh it’s hot out here. I must’ve worked up a bit of a sweat mashing those grapes.” She was still as red as the juice that stained her usually milky calves. “There’s some watermelon juice over here. Would you like some?”
“Oh very much.”
We took our bowls into the shade of a nearby tree and sipped the delightfully cool beverage. Myra sidled her legs next to mine and sighed. “How is Donato? Was your trip to Rao-Galli nice?”
“He is doing well. I’ve never been to the city before, so he showed me around a bit. I was amazed by the way they’ve constructed it over all those natural caves; we even went fishing in one of the lakes under the city. Caught some eel.” I didn’t mention Tara. She probably didn’t want to know.
“Did he give you anything? You know, for your birthday?”
“Yes, actually. He gave me the most beautiful wool blanket, I’ve got it with me now. You know how great the wool is from there.”
“Oh yes.” She was giving me this coy look. It wasn’t Donato’s present that I was really excited for. I looked off towards the village girls chatting around the basin of macerating grapes. There was one in particular that held my gaze.
Myranush must’ve noticed me watching, she put a finger on my chest and whispered into my ear. “Oh Qazo, you know it’s impolite to stare…” *Thank Ath* we were so far from the group; in the shade here, we were all but a blur in the mid-day. My face flushed and I shifted uncomfortably, staring off into the distance. She wrapped her legs around mine and purred into my ear softly, “you know, any one of those girls would be happy to have someone as cute as you Qazo.” She ran her hand up the inside of my thigh, squeezing me slightly. I moaned softly as she nibbled on my ear. I could feel goosebumps on my neck; she was so brazen, touching me like this in front of everybody.
She rested her hand on my thigh again and just smirked that knowing, wicked smile that told me I was hers. I rest my head against the trunk of the tree and closed my eyes, sighing softly. The late summer air hung heavily around us, the shade of the tree keeping us comfortably cool. Myranush lay her head on my chest and we stayed there as the grape stomping party dispersed. Nobody bothered us as they left. It was a deep relief to be in her arms again; the whole world just fell away around me until only the feeling of her chest rising and falling into mine remained.
***
We rested here for a long while, silently enjoying the soft breeze in the boughs of the tree, the birds chirping in the vineyards. I shifted and looked down at Myra, “would you like to take a walk down to the stream to wash off?” I can’t say that I didn’t have ulterior motives, but then again I might just be making it harder on myself. After all, she could get me worked up without even trying.
“Sure, that would be nice.” She smiled up at me sweetly.
We ambled our way to the stream on their property. Myra lifted her shift and waded into the clear cool water. “It’s so cold.” It was a bit surprising given how hot the day was. She stayed close to the shore and washed the stream over her smooth skin. I knelt by the river’s edge and splashed some of the crisp water onto my face. She was right (it was downright icy), but it was so refreshing after my long journey. She tip-toed her way out of the stream and walked over to me.
I smirked slightly, “too bad it’s so frigid, I would’ve loved to go for a swim.”
She just rolled her eyes at me. “Sure you didn’t just want to see *me* go for a swim?”
“Hmm, that’s just one of the perks.” I winked at her
“Ugh, naughty Qazo. You just want to watch your Xyur bathing, is that it?” She flashed a grin with eyes so sultry and sweet.
“What can I say, I’ve been on the road for some time, a nice bath would be wonderful, not to mention some homely comforts.” I looked her up and down, biting my lip. She walked over to me and I stood up. “C’mon, let take a walk. The Artzruni have a pomegranate grove, don’t they?”
She cocked her head looking at me sideways, “As far as I know, say… what are you getting at?”
“Well… They’re in season of course. Probably delicious right now.”
I started away from the stream and she bounded ahead of me, her linen shift clinging to her wet thighs. My gaze followed her braid and she turned back towards me. Our eyes met and Myra gave me another challenging smirk. She had caught me staring again.
***
The orchard was another beautiful sight. We had arrived just before their harvest, and the branches hung so heavy with the deliciously full red fruits. The lush pomegranates were at their peak, blushing, and ripe for the taking. Garnishing what we could from the orchard, we filled a spare burlap sack. Continuing a bit further we found a nice piece of soft earth between the rows of trellised vines. I laid out the blanket and we plopped ourselves down in the sunshine. I remarked at the softness and thick padded nature of the wool. With the light covering of grass and worked soil beneath, the seating was very comfortable indeed.
“Hmm… This is a great spot for a little snack.” Myranush commented as she traced the tip of her tongue behind her teeth
I grinned and dropped the sack of fruit to her feet. “Take your pick Xyur-Jan.” She reached down into the bag and produced a smaller pomegranate. She cracked it open with her nails and passed the smaller half to me.
“*Dzo…*” I started to protest.
She just returned with the most innocent, shirini expression. Daintily nibbling at her first seed, “What is it Qazo?” She hummed, lightly batting her eyelashes.
“I’m feeling a bit peckish myself…”
It was true, I hadn’t eaten much today. I started at the pomegranate hungrily, tossing the membranes aside into the vineyard. “Now who’s the greedy one?” Myra teased as she continued steadily, only eating one or two seeds at a time. As she brought the arils into her mouth, she kissed her fingertips, licking them delicately to get every last drop of the garnet juice.
I finished my half and simply took in the display. She giggled at my obvious enthrallment. “Such care and dedication you take in enjoying your treat,” I smiled sweetly, coy, “but now you’re only whetting my appetite. I’d like to enjoy some more, but I think my dirty hands are sullying the flavor. Would you be so kind as to offer me some of yours, your grace?” She dashed an eyebrow at me as she suckled on another seed.
Intrigued, she separated a seed in her fingers and gingerly placed it into my waiting mouth. “Mmmm…” savoring the flavor, “My hands cannot compare to the delicate nature of yours, Xyur-Jan. I never get that much juice out of pomegranate!” I grinned.
“Come now Qazo,” I could’ve sworn I saw her blush, “Lie down.” She lightly patted the blanket next to her. I turned around and lie back, and she moved behind me, taking my head in her lap. I looked up at her face, sun to her back, stray hairs catching the light. She tilted her head slightly and smiled down at me. “Ay Jan, I spoil you so much…” she ruffled my hair as she started to feed us the remainder of her pomegranate. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, I couldn’t imagine a more blissful moment with her. She started on another pomegranate and plied me with the fruit.
As we finished the our second, I gazed up at her again with devious intent. “Delicious, Xyur-Jan.” I sighed again, “you take care of me so well… but are you sure you have had enough to eat?” I asked with a feigned concern, lightly brushing her arm with the back of my hand. “I might have another snack for you if haven’t. Something perhaps a bit more… *filling*.” I licked the pomegranate juice off of my lips.
She exhaled, her breath ragged, and put a hand on my chest. Her eyes flashed with delight. She sighed, shaking her head, “You’re probably just worked up watching all those village girls stomping grapes, aren’t you? Staring at them hiking up their skirts… and showing all that skin? Ooh, poor Qazo. You must’ve been just *exhausted* from all that heat,” she snickered.
I tried to catch my breath, my heart was racing in my chest. “Some caught my eye more than the others.” I bit my lip, looking up at her.
Ignoring my comment, “Another snack you say? That sounds incredibly tempting. You know how hungry your poor Xyur can get sometimes too…” Punctuating her remark with a pout, she moved her hand down to my belly and traced the tips of her fingers under my waistband. I shivered and arched my back. So much for wanting a pomegranate girl.
She slid her hand smoothly into my trousers and softly groped at my now throbbing erection. Myra ran her fingers along my length lightly, “Mmm, I had no idea that you were *that* worked up.” She giggled at my predicament. I just groaned audibly and bit my lip. “Don’t worry Qazo, your Xyur will take good care of you. You know I *always* do.” She put her chest out and snaked her torso, leaning above me, purring with pleasure. I reached up and caressed her breast through that thin linen shift. Nothing but this slight material between me and that perfect body of hers.
She took my head out of her lap and gently laid me back on the blanket. I pawed at the hem of her shift pushing it upwards. She took the hint and lifted it up and over her head. “Hmm, the sun feels nice here.” she commented idly, reveling nude in the late afternoon light. She slithered her way over me, poising her face just above my tented trousers. Her sex glistening in the sun only heightened my arousal. She pulled my pants and breeches down sharply and oohed for a moment as I sprung free. “By Ath, have I done nothing but exacerbate your condition?” She placed her hand on my pelvis with space between her thumb and forefinger holding me in place. She turned back towards me with one of her puppy-dog looks. “It’s ok Qazo, just relax and let me take care of you…” Myra enthusiastically began to work me with both hands, leaving no stone unturned. I started panting rhythmically, my hot breath and kisses covering the insides of her thighs. Her hips swayed back and forth hypnotically as my stomach tensed and released over and over. Oh by Zanebeli, I had to grit my teeth to not lose it right then and there.
I tried to relax and listen to the fields around me. The possibility of getting caught had crossed my mind again. We were in broad daylight in the middle of the vineyard during harvest season. I silently prayed that the Artzruni’s fieldworkers liked to pick grapes in the early morning, but there was no way I was going to stop now. The thrill of being found only intensified the lust and I started to rock my hips with the tempo of her strokes.
Suddenly I could feel her warm wet lips as they wrapped around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling and lashing at my engorged flesh. I gasped and moaned as she slicked the shaft with her spit taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth. The more excited I became, the more nectar trickled from her honeypot, until she was positively soaked. Her legs straddled loosely near my head so that my beard wouldn’t scratch her thighs. It had the (perhaps not so) unintentional effect of putting her cunt mere inches from my face. I could smell her musk, mine, and partially fermented grape juice all mingling into a pungent bouquet. My head was spinning with desire and in my daze I lifted my head and tasted her. It was salty, sour, and just like her scent: dirty and delightful at the same time. I took my time lapping the precious fluids from her curves and mound.
Her mouth dropped it’s occupation with an audible pop. “Stop it Qazo,” she giggled as she pressed her knees into my cheeks, pinning my head to the blanket and raising her butt into the air. She dismounted my face, and deftly repositioned herself between my legs. She paused with her soft lips pursed at the tip, smirking from behind my member. I reclined, clasping my hands behind my head. I watched her from half-lidded eyes as her tongue flicked and expertly worked it’s way between the folds of my foreskin. Then she enveloped me slowly, sliding her hot mouth down until I bottomed out against her throat. She moaned around me when it hit the back of her mouth. She looked up at me, her gaze unwavering as she started to work me over; her eyes were burning with lust.
“Ooh Xyur… that feels incredible… ah!” she put a hand on my belly pushing me back, and just gave me a look that said *‘quit talking’.* I did as she ordered and went back to my usual panting and moans.
As I lie back, all I could think was she was way too good at this. I had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks, and it was even better than I imagined. She took her time, feeling my pulse in every corner of her mouth. Her motions were deliberate and exaggerated, and she always punctuated her movements with that pert, waggling ass. How she loved to torment me. I bit my lip with anticipation as she kept me on the edge. She grinned, “Feeling a bit hot out here Qazo?” It was more than I could handle. My face flushed, my vision blurred, and my mouth hung open with ardor. She clicked her tongue and resumed with a feverish intent. I knew she wanted my cum and she was going to get it one way or another. I could feel it welling inside me, the strokes of her mouth going deeper, gripping tighter. I couldn’t hold back anymore and I told her I was close. She whimpered slightly and sped up, lightly massaging my balls in encouragement. I let out a primal grunt as they tightened and I ejaculated into her mouth. She wrapped her lips securely around the shaft sucking greedily, coaxing every last drop out of the tip with her tongue.
There wasn’t any wasted. She dipped her tongue into my urethra and ran her fingers from base to head hoping she could get just another morsel. I tensed again, and Myra got just what she was looking for.
“Mmm… I love the way you taste… Thanks for the snack.” she giggled again. I just sighed and my head collapsed against the blanket. She crawled up beside me and planted a light peck on my cheek. She breathed in my ear “It’s so nice to have you back Qazo. I missed you.”
I pulled her in close and returned the kiss. I pulled my pants back up and she put her shift back on and we just lay there in the summer evening afterglow.
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