Hydra's Tears

by Donna and Abs 

It was well into the evening when they rode into town. As he pulled up into the quiet stable yard of the livery, Herrera held Hydra's hand, supporting her as she slid off the horse. He joined her on the ground a moment later and the two of them led the horse into the barn to put it up.  

Hydra had other things on her mind, of course, than putting a horse to bed.  Looking around, she found the Ostler, who took care of the horses when someone was not experienced enough to do it themselves.  Not everyone did it right, and it led to sick or injured animals. 

As the man took the horse from them, the couple walked back out into the night. "I'll take you to your garden," he offered. Even though being with her was making him feel extremely awkward, he still wouldn't make her walk alone at night. Not after what had happened to the nurse.  

But when they reached the door hidden underneath the vines, Hydra decided to take matters into her own hands. If she waited for him to make the first move, it would never happen! Putting her arms around his neck, she said, "I had fun tonight.  Didn't you like dancing under the stars?"  She rubbed up against him, raising on her tip toes a little so her lips found his.  Fortunately, he was not too tall, and she was not too short. 

His eyes flew wide open as her lips joined with his. Herrera's first instinct was to push her away, but as he raised his hands to do so, he found himself wrapping his arms hesitantly around her instead.  

Hydra pressed her advantage.  A little coaxing and he allowed her tongue in his mouth.  He gave a little sigh, surrendering to it, though there was still a reluctance in his body. 

But as the kiss deepened, and her body firmly rubbed up against his, Herrera found himself becoming a full participant in the kiss. So this was what it was like to be a man! He had often wondered in the nights that sleep had eluded him. Even his secret sin of pleasuring himself from time to time was nothing compared to this!  

Of course, this was enough to content him - and far more sin than he wanted.  To go further would jeopardize his very soul! But even so, he couldn't bring himself to break the kiss, or to push her warm, soft body away from his. He wrapped his arms around her tighter, pulling her even closer to him, if that was possible.  

"Where can we be alone?" she asked when they came up for air. 

"Alone?  No! We can't be alone.  I mean, not more than this."  He started to move away, but she looked so adorable standing at the entrance to her garden, that he came back to kiss her again. 

He glanced up after that kiss at the rectory. It was dark. So was the church. His room was in the back, away from the others. It was tempting... so very tempting. 

"But only to keep doing what we are doing," he said.  "No more than this.  Just kissing."  Hydra grinned.  Suuuuure they would. 

Herrera took her by the hand, and to her surprise and pleasure, led her to the house where he lived with the other priests. As they came in, he put his finger on her lips, warning her to be quiet, and then took her through the house to his comfortable little room up on the top floor. When they got inside, he lit a lamp and then shuffled his feet nervously. This was wrong! But how could anything that felt so good be wrong? "Remember," he said, "only kissing." 

Hydra nodded.  But she went to his bed and lay on it, smiling temptingly.  Would he be strong enough to put an end to it before it went across the line? 

He swallowed hard as he stood there, looking at her in the flickering light of the lamp. One of the straps of her sleeveless dress was off her shoulder, exposing the round curve of her breast, and the dress, which had been indecently short to begin with, now was riding high onto her hips. A film of sweat was forming on his brow. He should run from this temptress! But instead of running, he found himself lying down on the bed beside her, and even putting a hand on that half exposed breast as once more his mouth found hers!  

Hydra was willing of course, and had no problem warming to his touch.  Her soft moans encouraged him more, not to mention the urges in his own loins.  Finally he pulled away, saying, "You must go.  If you stay here, I will sin." 

"There is no sin in this," she said, reaching out to pull him back to her. "Man and woman are supposed to join together, this is how it was meant to be." As they kissed again, her hands started to remove his clothing, one piece at a time, starting with his collar!  

"No, I . . ." But her mouth was too tempting.  He could not stop kissing it.  What sort of devil was she?  Too much for him, that was sure. 

As his desires overcame him, Herrera found himself removing the few wisps of clothing that she had on, and the next time they laid back on the bed, they were both naked as Adam and Eve had been in the garden!  

As he kissed her, which of course, he was now unable to stop doing, his body pressed on her warmth, and her femininity called to him.  Yes, he thought, God made man and woman.  He had wanted this, or he would not have made the urge so strong.  But he had made a vow! 

As if reading his mind, she said, "They want babies of all types of men.  Should I be with Colonel Montoya, and bring his child into this world?  Or should it be yours.  Which do you think God wants to reproduce?” 

He shuddered, fighting the overpowering urge to take her right then and there. "But... but we shouldn't be doing this! Even if I wasn't a priest, we should wait till we were married!"  

Hydra lifted his hand to her lips.  After kissing it, she seemed to encourage him to stroke her cheek.  When he did, he found it was wet. 

He looked at the hand, almost as if asleep.  He now had one of Hydra's tears - the substance so strong it had healed Quinn of the potion - on his hand.   

No one was strong enough to resist Hydra's tears. 

With a soft moan, all resistance left him. As he laid back over her, she opened wide to him, and their bodies became one, as the Creator had designed them to seek to be. He gasped, feeling it for the first time.  It was her first time, too, he realized as he hit her barrier.  He looked into her eyes as he hit it, and she smiled, so open and honest, that he knew she was his and would only *be* his.  So he pressed in, filling her, and experiencing for the first time what it was like to be inside a woman. 

"Oh God," he whispered in a prayerlike manner. "This is so good!" As they figured out together what felt the best, his thrusts became more and more sure, and both of their moans of pleasure louder and louder. In the heat of the moment, they had both forgotten they were not alone in the house!  

"Yes, yes, yes," they both said together, then laughed as they chanted it together in rhythm with their movements.  Herrera groaned, "Ohhhhhh yes,” and Hydra laughed, then waited until he was ready to continue their mutual chant again.  As they got closer to the peak, with his thrusts powerfully taking her along, the chant got louder and more desperate. 

When he finally found his release, he let out a loud cry, thrusting his manhood as deep inside of her as he could, filling her with his seed. His last, almost violent thrust brought her there as well, and her cry of pleasure was even louder than his!  

They remained joined, laughing at the fun they had had, and the moment they'd shared.  He kissed her tenderly, tasting her sweat and the remnants of her tears, and he knew that this could not be sin.  He was completely bewitched, but for the first time in his life he did not mistrust such a feeling.  The spell was too complete, because it was the way it should be.  He was her One. 

They cuddled together, basking in the pleasant afterglow of their lovemaking. Suddenly Herrera sat up. "Oh sweet Jesus! I can't let them find you here with me like this! I have to get you out of here!" He jumped out of bed, handing her the nearest garment, which happened to be his shirt. He tossed on his cassock over his naked body and then started to try to sneak her out of the house the same way they had come in.  

But of course, they had made much too much noise for that.  Opening the door, Herrera was confronted with his fellow priests, all looking with interest at the half-naked woman he was trying to sneak out! 

All three priests were standing there outside his door, arms folded across their chests, making little tisk tisk sounds. "My my," Father Ralph said with a chuckle he couldn't hold back. "It sure sounded like you two were enjoying yourselves. Hello, Miss Hydra, good to see you again."  

Philip broke down and laughed as well, the distraught look on Herrera's face was something else to see. "Well, my brother, what was this you said just last night, about eschewing any social contact with a woman at all?" he teased. 

"I  . . . Uh . . ."  He looked at Hydra.  Would he deny what they had just shared?  Suddenly he reached out and put his arm around her shoulders.  "God meant for men and women to be together.  On a place like this, with only so many people, can we deny what God tells us?  The pull was so strong . . . it must be right." 

"As the rest of us have been trying to tell you all along," Father Alec chuckled. "I take it this sudden revelation has changed your mind about the possibility of all of us being allowed to marry someday then? Or have the two of you already wed without us being able to share your joy?" His eyes met Herrera's and even though his words were light, there was a silent admonition in his gaze. Since he was Herrera’s confessor, he would have to deal with what had just transpired. 

"No, we haven't wed," the priest said, lowering his eyes shamefully. 

Hydra stepped forward.  "Are you going to make it a sin?" she asked.  "It was not sinful, no matter what you say.  You are not of this world; I am.  And I can tell you this was done with the acceptance of the spiritual powers that rule it." 

"The sin would be in trying to deny what he had done," Father Alec said mildly. "We are all aware that this world does not work on the same set of rules as our old one. We have all been discussing the possibility that we should be allowed to love, as you two have, and to marry, and to have children. We just all find it amusing the only one of us who was dead set against the idea happened to be the first one to embrace it literally. Congratulations, Miss Hydra, Herrera. May the love you shared tonight be with you for the rest of your lives." He motioned with his head to the others. "Come, lets go down to the church and do some late night bible study while these two return to what they were doing if they wish."  

"I'm going back to my home," said Hydra.  Then she looked at the priests and said softly, "If you had decided to do it first, and Jose had not agreed to do it, there would have been conflict.  The hardest case should always come first."  Herrera looked at her, stunned at this, but she just kissed him.  "Take me home, Jose.  I will see you tomorrow." 

He looked at her, then looked at the other three priests, whose mouths were still twitching with amusement. His jaw dropped for a moment, and then he too finally caught the humor of the situation and he nearly doubled over with laughter. "Tomorrow, and everyday, my dear," he said. As he took her by the arm and led her past the others, all three of his fellow priests gave him the thumbs up sign.  

This time, when they got to the doorway to the garden, she took his kiss and said, "Thank you for a wonderful evening."  And then she slipped inside.