WET ENCOUNTERS A/N: In this story the protagonists of the stories "The Prince and the Knight", "The Duel", "Swords, Betr

WET ENCOUNTERS A/N: In this story the protagonists of the stories "The Prince and the Knight", "The Duel", "Swords, Betrayals and Vampires (I and II)" and "Espejo, Espejito". I recommend reading these stories first for a better understanding of history. I. THE SYLPH The boy stumbled through the tangle of trees until reaching the clearing in the thicket, where the small lake was formed, in the mountainside. The reeds emerged from its banks, swayed by a light breeze. The tranquility of the place and the coldness of the moon reflected in the waters of the pond, contrasted with the madness and heat of the fire in the eyes of the young. Gisber, that was the boy's name, looked out surface until seen reflected in its waters. -Let yourself be seen. I need to see you! I know you're real! The scream tore the silence of the night. For a moment, the The young man with a demented look looked around, but saw or heard nothing. Again He fixed his gaze on the surface of the lake. He could almost see the gray eyes that had been bewitching for days, those eyes that populated his deepest dreams passionate His friends and family had told him that he was crazy, that he had become obsessed with a silly idea and that he should stop believing in people or beings that did not exist. -Answer me! Talk to me! I want to know if I can love you, if you are a man or... -Or a demon... What if it were? The boy hesitated. A cold sweat ran through his limbs, despite the prevailing cold. His pupils dilated as he focused more intensely. in those of that being, and fascinated by its phosphorescent brilliance, he responded: -If you were, I would love you, as I love you now, as is my destiny to love you, even beyond this life, if there is something beyond it. Before Gisber stood a completely naked figure. dimly illuminated by the moonlight. She was petite and thin. His face was very beautiful, vaguely feminine, and his straight blonde hair descended almost his waist. But even more extraordinary than his pale bluish skin, were his magnetic slanted eyes that almost glowed in the darkness like two fires fatuous That being extended his arms towards the boy, with an expression of infinite sadness. -What is your name, beautiful boy? -Gisber. -Gisber... It's a very nice name... Come... Kiss me... The boy sobbed, suddenly aware of his fate, as he took a step towards that being. Then another. He felt thin arms grip him and a cold kiss on his burning lips. Gisber hesitated, lost his footing and fell into the water. The waters closed above him. Some big circles concentrics slowly approached the shore and expired there. After a few minutes, two men left their hiding place into the thicket and advanced to the lake. They wore heavy clothing that covered their figure almost completely. The strange being in the lagoon watched them with apprehension as they approached. One of the figures applauded with mock enthusiasm. -Bravo. I see that we have before us a predator whose hunger rivals ours. The being from the lagoon narrowed its eyes with contempt. Vampires... He could recognize their supernatural stench without difficulty. -We are looking for the sylph they call Ice. Is it you? The being's voice was tinged with sarcasm. I don't see any more sylphs here. It would be difficult, on the other hand, being the last of my kind. Can know who is looking for me? -Let's say that we are friends who care about your safety. The being called Ice laughed softly, without humor. -From when beings as selfish as vampires care about well-being of a sylph? The hooded man who had the lead voice made a gesture to the another, who removed his cape, discovering a strange symbol on his lapel. The Ice's indifferent expression did not change one bit when he saw the emblem of the hated Hunters but their gray eyes sparkled and the waters around them They began to agitate for no apparent reason. -Peace, my friend. Stephan is no longer a Hunter, although in life yes it was. But he decided to enjoy the advantages of eternal life. No Is that so, my dear Stephan? -That's right, master.- The blonde-faced vampire once again covered his haggard face with the hood. The waters of the lake, under the feet of Ice, calmed down again, while he meditated the words. A traitor Hunter! Things are They were very interesting. The taller vampire continued speaking. -The Hunters have pursued us for centuries. We always We have remained on the defensive. Now and thanks to this incredible blow of Luckily, we have very useful information with which to counterattack. -It's a tempting offer... And what should I do? -Stephan was kind enough to inform us that a Hunter, Burlane, has been entrusted with a very important mission. You have to recruit for the Hunters to the knight Oicán. You must kill both. -The Hunters murdered my brothers and sisters. It will be a real pleasure to finish off one of them, sir... -Lord Ythil. At your service. The vampire made a mockery reverence. II. THE HUNTER Burlane looked at the dilapidated sign of the dirty tavern. Tal, capital of the kingdom of Tholia. "The Flying Dragon", a vague name for a indefinite tavern, in one of the lowest neighborhoods of the capital. For a moment, he thought that his informant must have deceived him. The famous knight Do you guys frequent these kinds of clubs? The Hunter entered with disgust into the stinking interior of the inn. His clothes were expensive and luxurious, he wore a black chain armor and a curved sword hung from his belt, sheathed in a luxurious handle. His face was attractive, but his aquiline nose and His hard features gave him a threatening appearance that indicated to anyone who contemplate that he would be a dangerous opponent if they looked for trouble. All the Customers turned their heads from the bottom of their tankards to the door and back to the bottom of their jars. Burlane looked contemptuously at the human waste that They drank until they fell unconscious. He approached the innkeeper, a sinister fellow with bad-tempered face. He asked him a single question and dropped two gold coins on the dirty counter. The innkeeper indicated with a movement of his chin one of the farthest tables, before greedily grabbing the shiny coins. Burlane ignored the laughter between the innkeeper and two other parishioners. The Hunter sat at the table and scrutinized the man before him. His unkempt, dirty hair reached his shoulders and a shaggy beard filled his face. He wore simple, but dirty and neglected clothes. -Are you Knight Oicán? The man only looked at him once before swallowing in one go. I swallow the rest of the jug of wine and stare at the empty container with nuisance. -Wow, man. They are finished. Drink and money. invite me to another jug of wine and I will answer you. Burlane stepped back in annoyance. That man was dragging his words due to the effect of alcohol and what was worse, his breath stank of wine cheap. -There must be a mistake. I'm looking for a great warrior. -Indeed, there is. War does not make anyone great. -You see, I belong to a secret organization, the Hunters, and we seek to destroy all the evil supernatural beings that They stalk humanity. We would like to have the support of the most powerful warriors. We have recently heard about you, about your exile from Marán a few years ago and how you had enlisted as a mercenary in the army of Tholia. Oicán looked at him with lost eyes before burping. loudly. -Your informant has omitted a small detail. I left the army a few weeks ago. Burlane smiled disdainfully. -Don't laugh, my friend. They hired me as a soldier, not as slaughterer. Blood... I close my eyes and only see blood. We have not faced no insurrectionary army. Our enemies were just... peasants, equipped with sticks and stones. I see... You think I'm a coward... The Hunter looked around casually, while He was thinking about how to explain to his superiors that the recruitment operation had been a complete failure. -Excuse me for bothering you. I thought Oicán was brave soldier who feared no enemy and not a... scared drunk and defeatist. -No, no... Please, continue sitting. Who do I have the pleasure to talk? -My name is Burlane, although it is no longer important. If you'll excuse me, I was already leaving. Oicán grabbed the Hunter by his left wrist with his hand right hand, too fast for him to get away. -Oh. I see that you have regained the use of your hand. I congratulate you. Oicán contemplated his hand in thought, but without letting go of Burlane. -I think the peasants I have killed would not think the same. Do you know? When I returned after each raid, I thought about abandoning everything, but instead he kept silent and obeyed. Yes, an obedient boy who does not think. The perfect soldier... But... Do you want to know why I left the glorious army of Tholia? -I guess I'll have to hear it anyway. Oicán continued speaking, oblivious to the sarcasm. In my unit There was a boy named Jonas who fought by my side and who came to save my life. life on one occasion. He was so attractive... I think I had started to love him. Burlane smiled contemptuously. So what they said about your sexual tastes is true. Oicán did not even bother to answer him and continued talking with hoarse voice -A week ago I returned from an exploration mission in lonely. Jonah's body hung from a rope at the entrance to the camp. I was told that he had been accused of abandoning his post and sentenced to death. Later, I learned the truth. That boy, I don't know if he would be twenty years old, was from a region in the south of Tholia where a very closed dialect is spoken, quite different from Tholian. He had misunderstood the orders he had been given, no He had disobeyed them. The gentleman began to laugh with a nervous laugh. He didn't even... understand clearly the sentence that was read to him... seconds before they hung up on him. The hysterical laughter broke in the mouth of Oicán, turning into sobs and preventing him from speaking. Oicán raised the jug to his lips again, without noticing that was empty. He walked towards Burlane with a harsh voice. And now, if you want, we will continue talking about fucking wars and death, and courage. With force, Oicán turned Burlane's wrist, until his palm was facing above. -Let go of me! I have nothing to tell you! I am a great warrior! Not like you... pathetic human waste... Oicán ignored it and studied the palm of the hand with interest. hand of the man in front of him, as Burlane tried unsuccessfully to free himself from the iron claw of the knight. -What I imagined. You have not held a sword in your life. Oicán stroked the palm of Burlane's hand with a finger. Your hand It is smooth and delicate, without the calluses caused by the use of a sword. Oicán released his hand, while Burlane rubbed his wrist. furious, trying to reactivate circulation. -Come on, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I hope I never would have held a gun. So I wouldn't wake up at night, screaming, haunted by nightmares. But now I don't think I know how to do anything else... -Damn faggot... Filthy fucking... You are unworthy of having once called a knight. You are nothing but a creep who would sell his body for some coins. Let's check it out. Burlane deposited a small sack full of gold on the table. The jingling of the coins caused all the people of the tavern turned their heads greedily. There is more gold here than you could win in a long time. You could get more wine than you could drink in several months. And it will be all yours if you perform fellatio on me. Oicán raised an eyebrow, confused with the proposition. He Hunter continued: -You know, a blowjob. As I understand it, it is not It is necessary to be prayed for so that you do them left and right, even beings that are not human. Is it that I don't seem attractive to you? Well forward. The gentleman looked at the money with anguish. It had been several years months that I barely ate hot. If he could swallow his pride... He remained a moment in silence. Suddenly, he sighed and looked into Burlane's eyes. -The first thing you should know, I make love with whoever I want and when I want. And you may be attractive, but I wouldn't make love to you even for all the gold in the world, so now you can put your gold wherever it fits. Second, I see you quite desperate to... relieve your lows. I can recommend a nearby brothel if you are so needy, where some beautiful young men will leave you as good as new. The place burst into laughter. Burlane stood up, angry, as he unsheathed his sword. -I should kill you... Oicán didn't even get up. He laughed softly. Come on, forward. As you can see, I am not armed. You will find it a very easy duel, great warrior Burlane looked around. All the parishioners They watched with amusement, whispering among themselves. He blushed without power avoid it. That filthy drunk had humiliated him in front of some clumsy win As dignified as he could and without saying a single word, he left the posed quickly. The innkeeper approached Oicán's table and placed a jug of wine in front of him. -The house invites, friend. You have taught a good lesson to that slick fop. The banished knight did not answer, but he took her away quickly to the lips. III. GRAY EYES Oicán turned the jug around. Empty again. The head was spinning. He had drunk too much. Well, maybe it was time to retire to rest. A hooded figure sat at his table, across from him. A feeling of déjá vu hit him. For a moment he thought that perhaps it was Burlane the Hunter, but he quickly realized that the newly arrived it was somewhat lower. -Oh. It seems like everyone wants to talk to me this evening. Oicán felt, without seeing it, a smile on his face. mysterious interlocutor. The stranger's voice was sweet and toneless, and reached him as if he were passing through a thick fog. -I would like to talk to you in a less traveled place. Suddenly, Oicán could barely breathe, imprisoned as he was by the two gray eyes that stared into his. Those eyes seemed talk to him about seas, about vast oceans, about lost civilizations of which no one would ever hear of it again. A blast of heat seemed to shake him. I had to, I had to follow this stranger, as if that were the most important thing. Oican He was barely aware of where he was as the stranger led him toward one of the rooms of the inn. -I've been watching you while you were talking to Burlane. I have fascinated by your proud, indomitable air. I felt you so strongly, I almost you were scared The mysterious character whispered in his ear, while a strange indefinite aroma reached him, clouding his understanding. Meanwhile, the The stranger's tongue played with his ear between sentences. -I would have liked to have you then, to make you mine. But that Burlane can be a nuisance. Those damned Hunters... The stranger spoke in whispers, running his tongue over the ear, down to the cheek, searching the throat Oicán and the stranger entered one of the doors in a dark hallway. Humidity floated in the air, while the room gave circles around Oicán's head. I was barely aware of how the door It closed behind him and the click of a lock could be heard. The stranger He undressed from his dark tunic. Oicán was able to focus for a moment on a curious detail: it seemed as if the clothing were soaked with water, but Immediately he only had eyes for something else. Oicán felt immersed in desire. The stranger, naked, was so exciting, his body so sensual... His strong shoulders, his hairless chest, his proportioned although thin limbs, his succulent penis, but above all, his gray eyes... Oicán felt shaken by a sudden shock. Each portion of his body seemed alive. It was as if someone was squeezing her nipples. His His own cock began to throb. I was barely aware of the strange bluish color of the skin of the man in front of him. -My name is Ice. You are so, so adorable. I would like to... I must have you... Ice lingered while he undressed Oicán, stripping him of his clothes. modest clothes. He withdrew to admire the beauty of her body, then attracted back. Ice kissed every inch of her face and neck. Ice led him to the bed and laid him on it. HE placed directly on it. -You are so sweet... It is a sad curse that always makes me afflicts, falling in love with my prey. Oicán's mind was spinning, unable to focus on anything, abandoning himself to intense pleasure. That being crouched down until it faced the man's penis. gentleman. He sucked on it greedily as he closed his eyes. Then licked its base and the testicles. The tongue lashed back and forth, and soon Oicán, Unable to resist any longer, he was swept into climax. Before ejaculating he observed to Ice, who in turn contemplated him with his penetrating gaze. The orgasm is produced and the knight's semen flooded the being's mouth, who swallowed it with avidity. When they met their gaze again, a white stream fell from the corner of his smiling lips. Ice slowly approached him. His movements were feline, like those of a predator. Oicán remained dazed, but something burst into his bloated thoughts. It was an old children's story, he remembered laboriously. In it, a boy was seduced by hypnotics eyes of an evil creature, a water vampire who sought to drink all the water of his body. Stories to scare children... Or not? Ice slid to sit on the man's pelvis. gentleman. The contact of the body once again inflamed the knight's handle, which it grew again. That being sat on the knight's stake, biting lips from the effort of housing such a cock. Slowly, the penis was penetrating through the interior of Ice. Although at the beginning Ice was the one controlled the ups and downs, the knight moved his hips until impose a frenetic pace on it. -By the gods, I have never felt anything like it... Oicán moaned while making love to that delicious being, and After several minutes he discharged his essence into the bowels of that creature. Ice smiled and, moving sinuously, lay down on the knight's body, kissing his sweaty chest and neck, very slowly approaching his lips. It seemed as if he tasted every drop of Oicán's salty perspiration. -Delicious... You love me, my love... Isn't that right? Oicán grabbed the being above him by his wrists. Then it was aware for the first time that his touch was cold, almost slimy. -Who...? What are you? For you I am death. Kiss me... Oicán summoned all his self-control. Every inch of His body seemed to advance, seeking the sensual lips of that evil being and charming, hug him in a long kiss. Latest. Suddenly his head He clarified, although it hurt terribly. It was like a curtain was drawn, like if the alcohol inside suddenly disappeared. He turned away from the lethal touch. -You are a sylph! Ice growled, trying to free himself from Oicán. -It's impossible! How could you resist? Nobody had ever done it! Suddenly, the being leaned back. The knight He found that he was only holding water, which soon fell onto his bare chest. He Sylph hissed, as his body seemed to fluctuate. Oicán tried to remember everything what he had read in the legends. They were beings composed of water and They fed on the moisture and blood of living beings, which they cast a spell on. with his hypnotic eyes, turning them into willless wimps, before extracting the last drop of water from their bodies through a deadly kiss. The sylph held his chest, as if it hurt him. -Damn you. I'm weak. I have lost a lot of water. Oicán stood up and advanced towards the sylph. This was something more smaller than him and had no chance of defeating him in physical combat. Ice looked around, looking for an escape route. -Wait! How did you know Burlane would meet me? -It doesn't matter. Soon I will drink until the last drop from that Hunter's body. Smiling, Ice threw himself hard against the window. grate that was in the room. Oicán screamed but his exclamation remained frozen when the sylph crossed the bars, as if it were intangible. Some Drops of water splashed on his face. Ice watched him from the outside, while he incorporated, and gave him an ironic gesture of farewell before turning around and go into the alleys. Oicán shook the bars hard but was a useless effort, of course, they were too firm. He turned quickly towards the door, while he hurriedly dressed. The door was closed with key. The knight rammed it twice until it opened violently. Running, Oicán took to the street. On the way he almost knocked down the innkeeper. This one, balancing so as not to fall to the ground, shouted: -Be more careful, idiot. Where do you think you're going? As he ran as fast as his legs could carry him, Oicán muttered to himself: -To save an idiot. IV. OUTCOME Burlane cursed and blasphemed, as he led his horse through the silent streets, to leave the city. Damn Oicán. Well, It didn't matter anymore. He would inform the Master Hunters that this drunken coward Bujarrón was not worthy of entering the organization and I would never see him again. The Hunter was so deep in thought that He was barely conscious of noticing how a drop fell on his hand. What you was missing. On top of that it was going to rain. How strange... The night was clear, without clouds. How was it possible...? From above, something hit him, knocking him off his horse. Burlane rolled on the ground, trying to get up, but his opponent held him back. prevented Finally, his opponent held him on the ground and fixed his eyes on him. Burlane felt paralyzed. Before him was a bluish being, completely naked and with the most magnetic gray eyes he had ever seen in his life. Her blonde hair fell languidly over her face. -So, pathetic Hunter, are you prepared to find yourself with your maker? The Hunter spat in Ice's face. "I'm not afraid of you, monster. You have chosen the wrong prey. Ice wiped the spit on his face with a finger and He sucked with delight. Then, without stopping to look into his eyes, the stranger being freed the Hunter's cock from his pants and held it between his cold hands. Burlane trembled. -W-What are you going to do to me...? Ice smiled wickedly. I'm going to leave you dry. Burlane moaned as that being swallowed his handle. For a long time who tried to avoid it, his penis grew before the expert licks, feeling a pleasure I had never enjoyed. And suddenly he was about to explode when the ser buried a finger in her anus, beginning a circular motion. Suddenly, a voice caused them both to turn. -Leave it, Ice. You have no escape. The sylph jumped up, but it was not the same. agile enough to avoid being imprisoned by Oicán. -But how could you...? -Find you? I just had to follow the trail of water that you have been leaving. Ice snorted and struggled, but he was too weak. knew that his end had come. Meanwhile, Burlane, ashamed and unable to hide his erection, he dressed in a hurry. As soon as he did so, he drew his sword. -Damn monster! I'll finish him off! -Wait! I knew you were going to meet me. Someone put on notice. Oicán dropped the sylph on the ground and held him by the dolls. Ice, I promise to spare your life if you reveal to us who sent you to kill us -Ha! Trust in human promises... Even if I told you, You'll finish me anyway. -You have no choice. There's barely any water left inside you. You are almost dehydrated and I won't let you feed on any of us. I have no more to make love to you until you reach orgasm. With the sweat and fluids that If you lost, you would melt like a candy in the sun. And then, I would drink you. Until the last straw Ice moaned, visibly scared and excited at the same time. Now I see... Well, deep down I'm almost glad that you are going to be my executioner, Oicán. You are so beautiful... Burlane mentally snorted. But is it that all those who they surrounded were inverted? Ice told them how Ythil and Stephan had told him required to put an end to the two and about the impious alliance they maintained in Marán King Leopold and Lord Ythil. Oicán meditated in silence for a few long moments. moments. -I must return to Marán as soon as possible. Ice, you are free to go away -That?! Ice and Mocker exclaimed almost in unison. -Are you crazy, Oicán? It's a sylph, a vampire! He must die! -Silence, Burlane! Go away, Ice. The sylph sat up and looked at Oicán in amazement for a while. long time. I must tell you something. In private. Oicán accompanied the sylph to a corner of the street, despite Burlane insistently complaining that it was a trap. Once alone and before he could react, Ice grabbed He grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him towards him. Oicán stiffened when the ice creams Ice's lips closed around his in a wet kiss. The knight He closed his eyes, preparing to feel the water from his body being stolen. by the sylph But none of that happened. Instead, he felt how the tongue of Ice intertwined with his. Oicán responded to the kiss, without thinking about it. danger he ran, like a moth blinded by the light of the flame, not knowing if every second would not be the last. Ice took his lips off the human's and looked at him. directly into his eyes, while licking his lips, as if trying to savor the aftertaste of the gentleman. -I will never forget your gesture, Oicán. Without waiting for a response, the sylph walked away, entering the dark alleys. When Oicán returned to where Burlane was, the look of This one was grim. -Why have you spared his life? All the lives that murders from now on will weigh on your conscience. -That sylph knows what is right and wrong. What you do to From now on it will weigh on his conscience. Besides, a promise is a promise. Burlane snorted. -Won't the answer be different? Could it not be that you had you fallen in love with him? Of course, your list of lovers is the most exotic Now you can add a sylph vampire to it. -You are not the one to judge... -I know, I know. You make love with whoever you want and when you want I'm not the one to judge you. Besides... Burlane lowered the tone of his voice, speaking reluctantly. I can't tell you anything. In fact, I owe you one sorry. You have saved my life. The least I can do is give you my horse so that you arrive as soon as possible to Marán. Burlane looked Oicán up and down. The truth is that He no longer seemed ragged to him. In fact he had to admit that every time he It seemed more beautiful. She wondered what it would be like to make love to a man. with that man. Suddenly, Oicán's voice brought him out of his reverie. -Tell me. Do you find me attractive? Burlane visibly reddened as he stuttered. I... Well... Yes. No! I don't know! Damn. What question is that? Oicán took a step towards him and Burlane groaned, backing away. He gentleman realized that he could push him back simply by moving forward. he. It was too much fun. Oicán caressed her cheek while holding her hands. horse tack. -Do you know? There was a time, long ago, that you would have made my slave. You are truly beautiful. I would keep you naked in everything moment and I would force you to serve me. I would take you every night and make you truly happy. Oicán jumped onto the horse's rump and prepared himself. to leave for his land. -But that was a long time ago. I'm not like that anymore. I have changed. May the gods preserve you, Burlane, and thank you for the mount. The Hunter was left alone as he watched the ship leave. gentleman. Only at that moment did he realize that he was holding back the breathing. He thought about Oicán's words and a sigh escaped his lips. I would never know if it was relief or sadness.