Free Storm of Prophecy: Book 1, Dark Awakening by Michael Von Werner, Felix Diroma Page A

lay her lush body down on the bed just right of that, raising one knee in the air. They hadn’t bothered to remove the covers and were going to commence directly on top of the bed.
    Vincent reasoned that he probably should have said something when he first saw them, and was regretting having not since now it seemed too late. He didn’t want to interrupt their love-making. He felt it was wrong to disturb upon their bliss, and kept perfectly still and quiet. It felt like the infirmary room, large and empty as it was, was starting to heat up.
    The man, whoever he was, got in between her legs on top and carefully inserted himself with the help of her hand to guide him in. Once the penetration was complete, he pulled closer and wrapped his arms around her back, using his elbows for support. She enfolded her arms around his neck and squeezed with her bare legs. They kissed while he moved back and forth within her, back and forth, making love on top of one of the infirmary beds. Their bodies were intertwined as one.
    Vincent felt his face flush red and thought that maybe he shouldn’t be watching this but was unable to make himself stop. He was too caught up in their passion. People making love wasn’t a bad thing, he supposed. In fact, it was actually beautiful, but meant to be private.
    Eventually though, he became less amused by the eroticism he was witnessing. It was intriguing at first, but amidst it all he was forced to think again of his own situation and everything that had happened. A lack of consciousness could no longer prevent it. The lovers in their embrace only reminded him that Jessica, the woman he was in love with, would most likely never be his, and he would never be able to share his love for her the way these two were sharing theirs.
    Vincent laid his head back again and closed his eyes, deciding to give them their privacy, but still had to endure the heavy, passionate breathing from both. Each were also verbally exulting their ecstasy in their own personal way as well. It went on for hours, and now that Vincent was awake, he found himself wishing that they would just finish so he could get up and be on his way. When he thought it had stopped, he would open his eyes again a crack to look, only to find them changing position to have the woman on top, riding him like a horse. These readjustments to different positions would happen periodically through the night and annoyed him each time since it always held the chance of it coming to an end.
    It was early summer, roughly the eleventh of June, and so the morning sunlight’s first rays were tinting the black nighttime sky a dark blue earlier and earlier in the day. When Vincent first noticed this happening, he knew they couldn’t be much longer. Shortly after when he opened his eyelids to a tiny slit again, when he thought they were changing positions, he saw that they were finally putting their clothes back on. The infirmary was often empty at night like this, and Vincent was getting the sense that these two perhaps came here regularly in his absence. He was just in their way. He was always in everyone’s way. It was just one more reason why he had to leave Gadrale behind.
    As soon as they were gone, he got up and sat on the right side of the bed, finding his own clothes, boots, and things still in the neatly folded pile not far from his feet. He stood and started changing out of the patient’s gown, glad to be putting them back on. Everything but the sword, anyway. They had been washed and dried and smelled of clean soap. Vincent felt much better now that he was free to move with at least some small semblance of dignity. Pulling his boots on his feet felt best of all yet also painfully reminded him of what he must do; he could not stay. He pulled on his dark blue cloak last, not bothering to pull up the hood.
    It was still quite early in the morning, and as much as he dreaded it, he still needed to pay a visit to Arrendis. It would be hours yet before the