Brigan Knew he could hold out longer, the knowledge that she was there to be his comfort when he needed her, that he no longer had to wait calmed him. He could now focus on her need and not just his own.
"What do you mean?" Fire asked looking genuinely shocked at his statement.
"I mean what I say Fire" Brigan stood and showed himself to her "how could you want a dog like me"
Fire stared at him and her face fell into confusion, laying there in her cotton slip it looked as though she would melt onto the bed, melting with desire and squirming at the possibility of rejection. Desire can do that to you, make you wilt and waver around the edges, he smiled at her, then down at himself, letting her in on his tease. She gasped and then broke in soft gurgling laughter. Don't do that! She called to him, relief flushing through her cheeks. God he wanted her! He knelt over her and reached to pull off her slip, he wanted to see her gorgeous body before he took it. She seemed to know what he wanted, and as he watched her breasts fall out one after the other his manhood tightened and his tip, inches from her wet opening, was straining and aching like nothing he had ever know.

She lay there naked and beautiful, pale skin framed by the mass of red hair that exploded out of her head. It tumbled down her shoulders and brushed her pink nipples. He reached for face, she smiled as he touched each check lightly and then let his hands trail down to her collar bone, over her full breasts, down her slender waist, around her full hips and underneath her to her palm her buttocks. She moaned and Brigan felt her pushing at his mind, willing him to enter her, the pull almost caught him of guard and he fell towards her but managed to regain control and braced his arms either side of her to stop himself plunging into her mound completely. As it was his tip was now connected with her wet opening, the contact made her moan and shudder and try to push herself over and onto him but he pulled back. Fire made a strained sound of complaint and Brigan gasped and had to physically grip himself to stop himself plunging back the way he had come.
"Brigan please!" she gasped.
"Soon" he said, to assure himself as well as her, but she had started to whimper and cry. But Brigan don't, I have waited too long for these games. Brigan knew she almost screamed the last thought even though it was in his head, the passion behind her words made them echo round his mind dizzying him.
"And you think I haven't, you think I have just relieved myself whenever I felt like it?" He knew he sounded angry but he wasn't really.
Fire shook her head and said in his mind No Brigan, I am sorry, I didn't mean it like that . . . there's no rush, take your . . .
He didn't let her finish that thought, but scooped his hands back underneath her and gripping her buttocks pulled her mound towards his mouth, thrusting his tongue into her and drawing it upward and then downward across her pleasure spot. Fire arched her back and screamed with a mixture pleasure and surprise, Brigan screamed with her inside as her mounting pleasure spurred on his own. He drunk he up and the more as he moved in her, she dripped and ran and he felt the first few drops of pre-cum seeping from himself.

He moved his mouth up her body, planting kisses on her belly and up to her breasts that were rising and falling rapidly from the sensation of his mouth. He looked down at her amazed at the effect he had on her, and he didn't want it to end, he didn't want to go away again, leave her this long without him. She needed him here, needed him to pleasure her, satisfy what she could not. It was torture for both them, but more for her. At least he had distractions of sorts. The situation that surrounded them made him burn with anger, it wasn't fair, he had never wanted this life of battle and responsibility!

It was in that moment that Fire moved and sighed and his gazed returned to her and his own fire quelled and his eyes softened at the sight. She opened her bright eyes and looked dreamily up at him. He stared back and whilst he was distracted by her astounding beauty and the warm glow that had started in the bit of his stomach, she gripped his manhood and started to slip her hand up and down the length of him, more droplets being squeeze out and then he knew he must have her before he came from her touch.
"Fire, stop", she stopped he gasped in voice so tight it pained him. He moved his hands back under and lifted her till her wetness touched his stomach, she moaned against him, rotating her hips and rubbing her own pleasure spot on the heat and prickle of his skin.

Brigan could stand it no longer. Flinging her back onto the bed, he slid into her wetness, buried himself in her and sighed with relief as she moaned and started to frantically move against him. He moved with her, amazed at the sound that came from her, he let himself go blind with the pleasure, the feel of her surrounding him, the tightness of her passage, the wetness coming from her and let his mind crash open, letting her feel the joys of his own sensations. She screamed and moaned louder in response to the dropping his mental brocade, something he had never done. She rolled and moved against him harder on the wave of their combined mounting pleasure; she was feeling not only her own approaching climax but his own!
"Brigan!" She gasped "How?"
Another roaring scream lurched from her throat that seemed to cut her off and Brigan himself was panting with the effort of not succumbing to his own release, he needed to remain for her as long as he could, but she had started to move faster and he could no longer contain himself. The months of waiting, yearning restlessness, nightly struggles and abstinence from self-gratification burst from him in shuddering roaring noise that would have carried to the edge of the castle walls had the walls not be so thick. He slammed into her repeatedly, emptying himself as he increased his speed. Fire's spasms became faster and she gasped repeatedly, soundlessly screaming her own climax. They finally finished and collapse together in a moaning, whimpering heap, Fire clinging to his back. Brigan had collapsed onto her and her wet check soaked onto his skin and their slowed breathing and pounding hearts sent them both to a blissfully contented sleep.