When Things Go From Bad to Worse
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Heather
Date Posted: 25th July 2016
Characters: Benamil, Saedriel
Description: Benamil decides the best course of action for dealing with his dream about Arion is to sleep with a woman.... Things don't go quite as planned.
Location: Vintner Hall
Date: month 6, day 22 of Turn 8
He'd had it again. The dream. It had been a little different this time, there had been far more touching and _other things_ before his family walked in on him and Arion. As he had the first time, Benamil woke in a sweat, his heart knocking on his ribcage as he fumbled for a glass of water.
"What is wrong with me?" he asked his reflection in the mirror. His normally sandy hair was darkened with sweat and his cheeks were flushed, blue eyes glassy. Never had anything, or anyone, plagued him the way this dream with Arion did.
Was his subconscious trying to tell him something? Was he... Could he be...
"Gay?" he whispered the word aloud as if it were profanity, and then immediately clenched his eyes shut and shook his head.
No. No. A Son of Benaroy was not gay. It wasn't possible. He thought of his brothers Nimroy, Milroy, Royan, and Royah. All perfectly healthy males who'd been married, or had children, or otherwise proven that they were normal men. Didn't his family laugh at the thought of men at the Weyr who rode green dragons, kneeling for some other man to.... **To do exactly what I've been dreaming about.** He groaned and instead of drinking the glass of water in his hand he splashed it in his face instead.
"You're not gay," he told his reflection in a stern voice reminiscent of his father. "You've just gone a long time without female company, and now you're believing in dreams."
That settled it. He was going to have a woman that night and that would be the end of this insanity.
~*~
It had been a long day waiting for the appropriate time to leave the Hold and head to the Tavern down at the Vintner Hall. Dusk was just slipping away and the first stars appearing when he walked into the dimly lit place. The only women he'd been introduced to lately were blind dates from his family, and those were all "ladies" looking for marriage and commitment. Tonight, Benamil was looking for neither of those things. He was looking for a woman with loose morals who could help him forget the inner demons that had been plaguing him.
Fortunately, being a Son of Benaroy still had it's draw when it came to some women and it only took one look around the room to lock eyes with a woman who was clearly interested. Her make-up was a bit bold for his taste, but he knew that by society's standards she was pretty. Her chestnut hair was only partially pinned back, the rest cascaded and curled around her neck, ending just above the swell of generous cleavage that her low neckline exposed. The look in her smokey, green eyes told Benamil that she was searching for the same thing he was- sex.
Crossing the room, Benamil's mouth lifted into a crooked grin, the one he knew that women liked to see.
"What's your name?" he asked, bringing her hand to his lips.
Long eyelashes batted coyly against porcelain skin, "Saedriel, and I know who you are, Benamil." She was surprised to see the youngest of the Benaroy men. She had always pegged him as she shy-type, and he spent more time working with those sweaty beasts at the Hold than having a social life.
Benamil wasn't surprised that she knew his name, it was common when you were of the Blood. "It's a pleasure making your acquaintance, Saedriel."
"What can I help you with, milord?" she purred the title, one set of perfectly manicured fingernails skimming along the top of his leather belt. She was no stranger to men, and she knew the look in Benamil's eyes, what he wanted.
He only winked, and took the hand that grazed his belt in his own, "I'll be needing a room." Benamil told the bar keep, placing marks on the counter.
It wasn't the first time Saedriel had seen the inside of the tavern rooms, but it was the first time with someone of Benamil's rank. Her green eyes glittered as he led her down the hallway and into the last room on the left. He was more take-charge than she had expected.
Benamil might have seemed the picture of confidence on the outside, but inside he was doubting this decision with every step, but he didn't know what else to do. If he couldn't do this.... If he couldn't have sex with a beautiful woman than that meant....
Gritting his teeth, Benamil whirled and pinned Saedriel to the door as soon as they were inside the room. His lips roughly found hers, his hands planted on either side of her face against the door.
Saedriel growled in pleasure against Benamil's assault, her hands unbuckling his belt and jerking it free of the belt loops that held it. Benamil's hands moved down to the front of her dress, nearly tearing at the buttons as he opened the bodice, causing her more than ample breasts to spill into his waiting hands...
~*~
As euphoria wore away to reality, Benamil realized he was still sprawled atop Saedriel in the floor. **Shardit.** This hadn't helped, it had only reaffirmed his fears. Pulling away from the woman, he helped her to feet.
"My apologies." he murmured, his boots scuffling along the floor as he went to the wash basin in the corner.
"None needed, milord," Saedriel began adjusting her bodice. "Any time you need me to be Arion, you know where to find me."
Benamil froze, his eyes catching Saedriel's in the mirror of the basin. "How did you..."
"You said his name." And he'd made love to her like a man would to another man.
"I...You see...."
Saedriel came over behind Benamil, "Don't worry, milord, your secret is safe with me. For now." She quirked another smile at him, before slipping out of the room.
Benamil dropped to his knees. He thought he might be sick. This was supposed to have helped him get over the dream about Arion, but not only had it made _that_ worse, now someone else knew. What if she told Arion? Or worse, what if his family found out?
Last updated on the August 3rd 2016