Continued….

Godrick was in the kitchen sitting at the table; he had a large pitcher of mead in front of him and was enjoying a drink. Conan entered the room and immediately Godrick asked if he would join him in a drink. "Of course, I never say no to a small beer, especially when accompanied by a friendly face" Godrick reached for another mug and filled it to the top; they made a toast to good health and began drinking. Their conversation turned to Godrick's brother, Conan asked his name. "Joshua" he replied "he was a good man; he did not deserve to die in such a manner". Conan agreed and told him of his promise to Amarisa and of his own vendetta against Khalar Zym. They talked for some time and when Carla finished her duties in the laundry room she laid out three plates and served up some cold meat, sweet pickle and bread. Conan looked around for Amarisa before he began eating but Carla was quick to tell him that she had been given strict instructions not to disturb her and that they were to eat lunch in her absence. Both Godrick and Conan hastily ate their meal, the large quantity of mead they had drank, had given them an appetite.

It was late into the afternoon when Conan and Godrick finally decided they had drunk more than enough mead for one day. "I think you should lie down for a while Conan" Godrick instructed… "You need to reserve your strength to begin your journey tomorrow" Conan agreed, although, for different reason which he was not about to divulge to Godrick! "See you later then" he replied and made for the bedroom. Conan fell onto the bed fully clothed, within moments, he was fast asleep.

Amarisa finally emerged from her work room with a glass of her healing elixir. It was late and Carla and Godrick were just sitting down to eat. "Have you prepared a tray for Conan?" she asked Carla. "Yes, it's all ready. Give me the glass, I will take it to him now with his meal, you must sit and eat something". Amarisa wasn't about to argue, she would not like to faint through lack of food. Seating herself at the table, she began to eat the plate of chicken and potatoes which had been set out for her. Already her mind was racing; she must relax and take time for herself. As soon as she had cleared the plate, she made her way to the laundry room. In this room they kept their bathtub, there was already a large pan of water heating on the stove; all it required were some fragrant soap and oils.

The relaxing oil she had poured into the bath soothed her. She pampered herself with the soap she had made; its fragrance was of Jasmine, her favorite flower. Amarisa let her mind wander back in time to the mornings events in the barn. The memory caused flutters in her stomach. The strong arms of Conan lifting and pleasuring her…. the feel of him deep inside her… and the release to ecstasy. It seemed like a dream. But his promise of further enjoyment stirred her emotions. Deciding it was time to leave the bath, for fear of turning into a prune, she sat by the fire and dried herself. She applied some oil to her skin, she wanted to be as silk, soft to the touch.

Amarisa had already laid out the dress she would wear, albeit briefly, it had been made from satin; Joshua had made trade at the market with a traveler from the east, and bade Carla to make something pretty for his beautiful wife. Carla's needlework was exquisite and the intricate embroidery down each side was beautiful. The buttons where fashioned from clear crystal. It had been a long time since Amarisa had felt elegant; she chose to wear nothing more.

Reaching the door to her bedroom, Amarisa's heart skipped a beat as she raised the door latch and opened it. A magnificent feast awaited her eyes; Conan - washed, shaved and laying on the bed completely naked- propped up on his elbows. His beautiful smile greeted her as she entered the room; closing the door behind her she approached the bed.

The candles lit the room perfectly. Conan watched as Amarisa moved towards him...reaching her hands to her head, she ran her fingers through her hair as she moved it away from her face. The light off the candles nearest too her reflected in her eyes, they were full and filled with desire for him. Slowly she pressed her hands down her breasts, teasing herself through the soft fabric. Conan's half erect length began to twitch at the view of her nipples pressed against the satin. His eyes did not stray from her hands; he watched them intensely as she slowly unbuttoned her dress. As she moved lower, the fabric fell open, revealing her flesh. Raising himself to a sitting position Conan watched closely. His tongue peaked out of his partially opened mouth and grazed across his lip. He wanted her so badly….. to feel her wetness…. and to pleasure her until she begged him to stop.

When Amarisa had unfastened all the buttons, she pushed the clothing off her shoulders and stood tall and proud of her voluptuous body. Conan reached out his arms…. "Woman, come here" he ordered. Without any hesitation his lover obeyed. Perching herself at the edge of the bed, she gazed into the clear blue eyes, and saw only want for her. He touched her cheek with the back of his hand and spoke with purpose. "I made you a promise this morning, and I intend to keep it." As he finished speaking he traced his thumb over her lips then reached his hand behind her neck and pulled her to him. His lips connected hard with hers, his eager tongue forced its way deep into her mouth. Amarisa accepted him willingly, suckling on his tongue as it searched inside her mouth, teasing for her tongue to play. Conan leaned backwards, taking Amarisa with him and then rolled her over onto her back. He supported his weight with his outstretched arm above her head, the other, he ran over her neck and down across her shoulders. She felt like silk. Her skin was soft to the touch. The delicate fragrance filled his nostrils as he moved his face close to her neck. Conan kissed her gently; his full lips sent chills through her body. Amarisa had known only one man, her husband. While she was not innocent she would never consider herself knowledgeable in the bedroom. She felt she could not please Conan to the standard he was accustomed to. She gently tugged on his hair, to raise his head so that she could see his face. Conan looked at her with a puzzled face. "Conan….I….I am afraid you will be disappointed with me."

"What are you talking about woman?"

"I mean to say…that you have tasted many fruits…and myself…only one…that of my husband….I have no skills to the level of those women you have bedded previously and I am afraid you will be unsatisfied"

Conan touched his hand against her cheek; his stare was piercing as he spoke…

"I do not want to hear or think about you with another man. Touch me with not your hands or your mouth alone, but with your heart, and together we will be as one"

Amarisa smiled and her heart leapt at hearing his words. She could feel deep down in her soul that this man was meant to be with her, even though it would only be briefly. Stretching her head up to meet his, she kissed his plump lips, before pulling him back against the pillow. Conan kissed her softly at first, slow and testing, and then harder, opening her mouth skillfully and licking his way inside.

"You have the most wonderful mouth" Amarisa mumbled out, as she managed to break the kiss for a moment. Conan grinned and quickly moved his mouth towards hers for another onslaught. He teased her mouth, biting her lips and sucking on her tongue. It drove Amarisa insane and he knew it. When he finally released her mouth he watched her face as his hand swept across her breast. Repeating his movement he rested his fingers at her erect nipple…teasing it between his thumb and finger he squeezed gently. Amarisa let out a quiet sigh and smiled. Conan kissed down her neck, moving lower, planting delicate kisses down her chest until he reached the nub. Suckling on her nipple made her moan softly, her eyes closed and her mouth fell open as his tongue flicked and teased the sensitive button. He grinned to himself as he teased her, the sound of her breaths releasing as he nibbled her flesh made him hard. His erection rested against her thigh, and he found himself grinding his hips against her uncontrollably. As Conan moved his hand between Amarisa's thighs gooseflesh rose underneath his fingertips. He changed position and shuffled down….the warm press of lips across her stomach caused her muscles to twitch. Conan licked the soft flesh of her belly and across to her hips. His hand remained motionless between her inner thighs, waiting for instruction. As he settled between her legs his mouth greeted his fingers. His playful tongue flicked across her wet pink flesh, causing her to let out a sharp gasp. The sensation was exquisite and she yearned for more.

Amarisa kept her fingers tangled in the thick locks. Her other hand she had raised above her head to reach for the headboard as Conan's open mouth kissed her sex. Suckling gently he played with the soft folds; her moans of pleasure became louder with each flick of his tongue between her wetness. Reaching beneath her with large hands, he cradled her cheeks. His thumbs gently pulled apart the delicate flesh, exposing her completely to his expert tongue. Concentrating on the sensitive hub Conan flicked across the nerve bundle. Amarisa found it impossible to control body…her hips twitched beneath his touch and as his lips pressed against her hotness she felt the aching begin between her legs, sending waves of pleasure into her body and through her veins. Her cries of ecstasy echoed around the room, Conan did not cease until he was sure her climax was over and as her moans of delight eased to mere whimpers, only then did he stop. When she relaxed against the bed he kissed his way up her body to meet her mouth. Placing a wet kiss against her lips he let out a soft groan. His manhood throbbed and needed urgent attention. Rolling over onto his back, he pulled her close.

Amarisa reached her hand across Conan's chest following with her mouth….placing delicate kisses across his beautiful tanned skin. Sliding her leg over, she straddled him, then pushed herself into a sitting position, resting her hands on his chest. Conan ran his hands up her thighs to her hips. The softness of her skin felt wonderful. Amarisa leaned forward and placed a soft kiss his partially opened mouth. He kissed her back and as he tried to push his tongue into her mouth she pulled away and then laughed. She liked this game and it was her turn to tease, now that she was on top. Conan's eyes widened at her audacity to be so bold, especially since moments ago she had conveyed her innocence in sexual experience. But he had told her to use her instincts…and she was a quick learner. Leaning forward Amarisa let him have another taste of her sweet mouth…but this time when his tongue teetered out of his wondrous mouth, she suckled on the tip, much to his delight. Conan let out a throaty groan. His hands moved around her back and up her shoulders, massaging gently. Amarisa began her own exploration of Conan's long, muscular frame and after kissing him hard and deep one more time, made her move. Kissing down his neck and then licking across his collar bone, her mouth teased. Her hands moved down to his lean abdomen and back up over his large chest. The dusting of hair was soft to the touch…her mouth met with her hands and found his nipples. A gentle nip caused Conan to groan softly and he moved his hand up the back of her neck and grabbed at her hair. Not enough to hurt…but firm enough to warn her not to bite too hard. Amarisa smiled and took note….and resisted the temptation to have another nibble. Raising up onto her arms, she shuffled her hips lower. Conan bit his lower lip and moaned as her wetness grazed down the length of his shaft. His eyes flashed a look at her, he was eager to be touched and needed release. Removing his hand from her neck he pressed on her shoulders, guiding her lower. Amarisa fully aware of what he wanted settled between his legs. Resting her weight on one hand she placed it at the side of his hip. She let her free hand drift, feeling the soft hairs under his belly button against her fingertips as she trailed them down to his maleness. He felt heavy in her hand as she wrapped her delicate fingers around the thick shaft. Conan sighed. Leaning closer she placed soft kisses across his belly flesh before traveling lower. As her mouth reached the length she had in her hand…Conan raised himself up on his elbows, his belly quivering, waiting…..

Her mouth was hot as it enveloped his crown….hesitating for only a moment before impaling her face onto the lengthConan moaned loudly. Amarisa took as much as she cook in her mouth before pulling away….lips puckered around the crown, she suckled gently, flicking her tongue across the slit. Conan's hips bucked up against her mouth…..his breathing became heavy and watching Amarisa tease his member drove him wild. Not letting up on her onslaught Amarisa's mouth sucked deep as she traveled down the length-her fingers squeezed around the girth of his meat. Quickening her pace she could feel Conan's body tremble…his release was near…his breathing had become heavier and with each stroke and twist of her palm around his hardness, he moaned louder until his climax finally hit, waves of pleasure coursed through his body….his head snapped backward…. his mouth was open but there was no sound…until his seed released…then his voice carried around the room as he cried out his orgasm. Amarisa swallowed as the warm juice spilled into her mouth and when she freed him from her grasp she turned to watch her lover. His head had returned to watch her and his expression was of pure pleasure. As his breathing calmed he laid back, sweeping his hands through his hair whispering curse words.

To be continued…