[August 3] [Original] Deception

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Title: Deception
Day/Theme: August 3/I hope for a passion that could shatter illusions.
Series: Original
Pairing: Vinn/Amda
Rating: MA (explicit)
Summary: A traveling man meets a beautiful woman who is full of surprises.
Word Count: 1,247



It was nothing but an ordinary tavern. Or at least it was ordinary to Vinn. The young man next to him seemed to be drunk for the first time and was commenting incessantly on how great he felt and how the room was starting to spin. Vinn moved a little further down the bar in case the youth got sick suddenly, which was looking pretty likely.

Most of the people in the bar seemed like farming or business types, not warriors like Vinn. In his furs and with his sword by his side he looked the very picture of a barbarian muscleman, the kind with not much between his ears. That wasn't quite the complete picture, but sometimes charming young women liked the stupid barbarian type, so Vinn lived with the image.

And it seemed like tonight was one of those nights, because a curvy brunette woman was eyeing him from a table in the corner. He smiled, and had a tavern girl bring her a glass of ale. Soon she was beckoning him to join her.

He sat in the small rickety chair and introduced himself simply as Vinn. The woman told him her name was Amda, and he gazed appreciatively at her long shimmering hair, her deep blue eyes, and her clear olive skin.

"So, Vinn, you are only passing through town?"

"Pretty much," he replied evenly. "I might pass a night or two here though, if any tempting opportunities come up."

She grinned. "Where do you hail from?" she asked, tracing circles on the table with her fingers.

"Joria," he replied, which was actually true. "And yourself? You were born here?"

"Yes, I am the daughter of a healer." Amda tilted her head back and ran her fingers through that extraordinary hair. "Tell me a tale from Joria," she said in a seductive tone.

That wasn't a request Vinn generally received. Perhaps he wasn't as successful as he thought at passing himself off as one with brawn and no brain. But he smiled affably and searched his mind for a good story.

"Once a lovely woman died, leaving behind a small babe. Her evil relations abandoned him in the forest. He cried for hours, until a wolf heard him."

"I wonder if I have heard this story," said Amda.

"Perhaps not this version," Vinn said politely, and continued.

"The she-wolf came and found him, and because she had just lost a litter of pups she had milk. And she fed the babe and loved him as her own.

"Hunters came and took him away and brought him to another town, and the she-wolf had to run to escape them. The mayor of the town kept the child while they waited for someone to adopt him, but times were poor and food was scarce and no one wanted to take in another child.

"But what no one realized was that there was a sorcerer in the town who owed a favor to the wolves. And when the she-wolf came to her door, the sorcerer was able to tell without words exactly what this small mother wanted done.

"So when a woman came the next day to claim the babe, no one asked if he was really hers. And no one asked why a woman had the eyes of a wolf. And she lived happily in the woods with her son, who did not quite become a wolf-boy."

Amda nodded. "I do believe I like your story, Sir Vinn."

He raised an eyebrow. "Just Vinn."

"Very well. And will you accompany me to a room upstairs?"

That was a bit blunter than what he had expected, but no less pleasant for that. He grinned and followed her up the stairs. Some people in the barroom snickered but he had little care for that. He wasn't looking to earn respect in this place. As they walked he watched the swing of her shapely hips and the graceful way she moved in her flowing black dress.

As soon as the door to the room was shut behind them, she kissed him deeply. He returned the kiss gratefully, stroking his hands down her sides. Once he was properly breathless, she pulled away and undid the fastenings of her dress. It fell to the floor and he lit a candle to see her body in the darkness -- her rich skin, her tiny waist, her perfect breasts with their full reddened nipples. He quickly removed his own clothing and joined her on the bed.

Once she began to touch him, he was lost. She seemed to know everything he wanted, stroking him with her hands, bringing him pleasure with her mouth. He ran his hands over every inch of her smooth soft skin, and spent time paying attention to every part of her, especially her sensitive breasts and the softness between her thighs.

When he finally entered her she was atop him, looking down, stroking the hair on his chest, and he didn't last long. He let himself come, shivering with his body's release looking into her dark eyes with fascination.

Lying beside him afterward, Amda spoke. "You are no wandering barbarian, Sir Vinn. You would be better called a spy."

"I prefer the term 'diplomat'" said Vinn mildly. "And I'm not here to spy on your little town. Or should I be reaching for my sword?" He moved his hand toward the night table where he had left his weapon.

She sat up, her head against the headboard. "It's not important. What's important is my surprise. Because I was once a healer's daughter, but now I am a sorcerer. And it's time you knew my frue form."

He watched, hand near the sword hilt, as she changed. Or rather, as she aged. Her sleek black hair turned stark white; her perfect young face developed wrinkles all over; her smile became a toothless grin.

Vinn watched as it all happened. Her beautiful breasts which he had admired now sagged toward a slightly protuding belly. The perfect skin was covered in age spots.

"Now, I believe, is when you reach for your sword," Amda said, staring at him. Only her eyes were still the same. "But I can disarm you far more quickly than you can--"

But Vinn was laughing. She stared at him in evident surprise as he threw his head back and roared. Then he reached over and stroked the aged skin of her belly. "This? This is your surprise?"

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Usually they at least run."

"I imagine they do. But they are fools, because it was none other than you who just did those amazing things with me here in this bed, even if you exaggerated your youth at bit."

Amda's jaw dropped and her hands fell to the bed. "What are you saying?"

"What I am saying, my lovely old sorceress, is that I am ready for another round."

He ran his fingers through her white hair, still as silky to his touch, and kissed her.

"That isn't how it was supposed to go," she said. "You're supposed to be terrified and angry."

Vinn laughed and cupped one of her breasts in his hands. "In all modesty, I have many chances to bed fair young women, and few to be with a lady as skilled as yourself. Now, I believe we have this room until tomorrow morning?"

Amda stopped protesting, and let him cradle her aged body in his arms.