Hienama by Storm Constantine Read Free Book Online

‘Really, Yz, don’t worry. This is all too new. There’s no
point fretting about the future. It might never happen.’
    ‘You’re right. That’s what I’d
tell anyhar else.’ He laughed. ‘It’s sometimes hard to practice
what you preach.’
    Now that I felt I had him, it
was a delicious torment to keep my hands off him. I knew he
wouldn’t be leaving me that night. We went for a walk, as he’d
dreamed of doing, holding hands in the darkness like harlings. We
kissed briefly beneath the horse chestnuts that were shedding their
glossy conkers. The air was chill, smelling of smoke and ripe
fruit. We stroked the friendly sheep in the field next to my
cottage, who came to us like ghosts over the grass, seeking the
titbits I’d often give them. Then we went inside again.
    ‘Do you want a hot drink?’ I
asked him.
    ‘Please,’ he said. ‘Bring it
upstairs.’
    ‘OK.’
    He smiled at me and headed for
the stairs.
    When I went up, he was lying in
my bed, his dark hair spread out around him. I couldn’t believe
this was happening. It was literally a dream come true. I gave him
the drink and he sat up to sip it. I sat beside him on top of the
covers and kissed his bare shoulders. The room was warm because I’d
built a fire in there earlier. There was no way I wanted to be
inhibited by huddling beneath the blankets in a freezing room.
    ‘I’m nervous,’ Ysobi said. ‘Can
you believe it?’
    I stroked his back. ‘Yes. This
will be different. We both know that.’
    He grimaced. ‘You’ll see inside
me. I hope you like what you see.’
    ‘Hush.’
    He put down the mug on the
bedside table and lay back, staring up at me. His expression was
almost pleading. I stood up and took off my clothes, then climbed
in beside him. In the light of my dim bedroom oil lamp, he looked
like the most exotic har ever to walk the earth. I held him close,
shared breath with him. For a time, we lingered in the outer
courtyard of pleasure; the stroking of sensitive skin, the caress
of silky hair, the light kisses on neck and arms. Then his fingers
closed around my ouana-lim and gently massaged me. I reached down
and put my hand over his ouana-lim, felt it slowly draw back into
him, like a soft fragile creature retreating into a cave. He opened
his legs for me, all the time staring into my eyes. I wanted to
taste him, as he had tasted me so many times, but perhaps not now.
I caressed his soume-lam a little, very gently. He was swollen with
desire, slippery beneath my fingers. He pulled me onto him and I
entered him carefully, with reverence. I felt him seize me, the
folds clenching around me. We moved together in the simple act of
aruna and he opened his mind to me. It was elemental, the fusing of
waves and fire, but the waters were serene and the flames were an
eternal pure blue. I had never been with a har like this, so full
of love. Our union felt like the ultimate privilege bestowed upon
hara by creation. It was such a gentle thing. When we reached our
climax, it was like the river flowing, caressed by willow branches,
cool and clean. He said my name, held me close. It was like coming
home, after a long time away.

2
    There is a particular kind of har who
might as well have been incepted from a spiteful teenage human
female. Back north, a friend of mine used to call them ‘soume
shrews’. The phenomenon is mostly encountered, we observed, in hara
incepted quite young, i.e. below sixteen years. It is also seen in
some second generation hara, perhaps being a stage that they have
to go through after feybraiha, as they get to grips with the
different aspects of their blossoming sexuality. The attributes of
the condition are always the same: a particularly soume kind of
beauty, of which they are totally aware; a desire to manipulate
others through the power of their allure; a tendency to vengeful
grudges; disregard for the feelings of others; a helpless
attraction to hara in established chesna bonds that they seek to
destroy; an