Jason was angry when he left his father's castle that day, so long ago. It had been a long hard year, full of strife, and drought. The crops had not come in well and his adopted father sent his on a search for water, any source of water. Why he came this way, he did not know, but there in front of him, was an abandoned well. The first sip of water was the sweetest he had tasted, cool and refreshing, leaving a taste in his mouth of sensual pleasure. A feminine voice spoke to him in his head, telling him to shed his clothes and come to her. Not even aware he was doing it, he did as the voice requested.
A mist rose from the well, and an image began to take place before his eyes. That of a woman, with long brown hair, a beautiful face, and a body as naked as his. "Jason, you and only you can save me now." The words echoed through his head, he would do anything for this lady, anything. She opened her mind to him, showing him the terrible destruction to come, the flood that would deluge this portion of the land, and all that would follow. More importantly to him he learned her name was Lady Marta. He swore to save her, to protect her in any way he could. "You must take me from here Jason, only you are able to help me now."
Pulling her towards him, Jason held her body in his arms. Never had he felt a woman like this, never had a woman responded to him as she did. Her kisses were like honey, and her body like the grandest treasure a man could find. Stroking her soft treasures, kissing them, tumbling to the ground and making love to her, was all he could think of. Such passion was unusual for him, and he knew she was the woman of his dreams, every kiss, lick and taste told him that. As their bodies melded into one, he knew there would never be another in his life, no one could be like she was.
Jason started walking, his clothes were back on and the beautiful Lady Marta was by his side, he knew something had happened, something that he couldn't remember. What he was aware of, was the Lady Marta beside him, her skin seems to have grown a light covering of fur in places, to keep her warm. The wind was picking up and the clouds were rolling in. Jason was surprised, how much time had he forgotten? The rain started to pelt down on them, there was still a long way to go to safety, and the closest place was his father's castle.
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Unsure why he had to go there, he started in that direction, each step leading into heavier terrain and terrible winds. The lowlands around the castle were already flooded. The only entrance left to them, was along the cliff side. Each step he feared one of them would be swept from the rocks as they squeezed along the narrow path. The ships were setting sail, trying to out run the surprise storm, with as many survivors as they could. Jason watched as the sailors ran for the boats, directing the inhabitants of the castle to board the ships. As the waters crashed against the castle's sea wall Jason wondered if he would be able to make it there with her.
Finally the last obstacle was a ten-foot drop, onto the walkway below. Holding Lady Marta's hand they jumped in unison, falling tangled together as they reached the bottom. Jason could feel her warmth, her closeness, reaching up he kissed her, slowly sensuously, as the moment stood still in time. He caressed her breasts, so soft with the light down on them, he needed her, wanted her. Waves started to spray him as he came back to reality. Quickly he grabbed her hand and ran for the door banging on it loudly, so they can be heard over the waves.
The steward that admitted them worriedly ushered them in, claiming that all the others had gotten here hours ago. Dragging him and her both inside, he hands Lady Marta a cloak and directs them to some empty chambers, stating the ships have all left, Jason stares behind him, all of the ships had set sail, once again he had lost time. Jason and Lady Marta rush along the passages, looking for his father, Jason wasn't sure why, just that he had an overwhelming need to speak to King Harold, his father. Finding a lady's chamber, Jason directs Lady Marta to find clothes and dress.
Telling her; he would search for his father and then send for her. As he continues on, looking everywhere he could think of, he wonders again, why talking to his father is so urgent. A servant directs him to the throne room, telling him the King has stayed behind. As Jason nears the steps he hears a familiar voice, looking in the room, he sees Lady Marta, standing there, calmly talking to someone. Jason was about to speak to her, to question them both when he falls over in a wretched feeling of dizziness. As his head clears, he spies Lady Marta's cloak, the one the steward at the gate had given her. Holding it to him he looks up, both of them were gone.
Was it a dream? Was he so tired he could no longer tell fact from fiction? Walking out of the room he heads up the stairs to the throne room. Once again he hears her voice, this time he plans out his actions. Quietly he sneaks in, there in the temple is Lady Marta, coming up from the temple well, like an apparition, talking to the same person, who was cloaked and beyond his recognition. Jason sneaks in closer, to hear their conversation, while trying to remain hidden from both of them. With each step their words are clearer, he listens with dread.
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