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Well here is Ch.4, it has some lemon so be wary... anyways, we are getting down to the answer of how Christelle can become elf again... but its not so easy. Enjoy!

Snow Maiden25

Waking up in her bed the next morning, Christelle found two blue flowers laying next to her on the bed. She smiled and smelled them, then hung them upside down to preserve. That Elf… he was something else… Christelle was still in doubt of everything, but it was slowly fitting together… slowly.

Nuada had also it seemed left a note for her:

I will be coming for you at 10 tonight, I wish to see you again and show you something." The message read and she nodded, putting it on the table.

The day seemed to creep by slowly and she found herself thinking about the handsome man, his golden eyes piercing through her as he spoke….

She realized that night she had a fetish when it came to his ears, they were pointed and she found herself, pushing his hair back and looking at the ears often, making Nuada smile a little and ran his hands over her ears.

"Human ears… when you were an elf, you always loved to play with my ears when I tried to sleep, nibbling the tips, or stroking my hair. After long nights on the battlefield where I had seen horrors committed by humans I would return to your bed and you would comfort me not only sexually, but spiritually." He admitted, Christelle smiled a little and Nuada reached out and held her hand.

"You said you wished to show me something, Nuada.." She said, the name was hard on her lips, but she loved the feel of it. Nuada's dark lips turned into a smile and he pulled her from the couch into his arms and his mouth was inches from hers, he wanted to kiss her, but it was a human… but it was also Sabariel.

The moonlight shown in through the large windows of the penthouse apartment and Nuada couldn't stop himself as his lips met with Christelle. It was explosive, Nuada felt Sabariel's energy surge through Christelle and he opened his eyes, her own eyes shimmered and she blushed. "Nuada?" She asked him softly, he hoped, was she back, was his lover back?

"Sabariel?"

"No…Christelle..." She corrected and then ran her lips over his neck, he gasped and moaned. She remembered his "good spots" parts of his body he shuddered when she kissed or touched. Next her hands went to his chest and tried to undo the tunic. Nuada chuckled and picking her up carried her to the large bed, placing her on it. He then pulled off her top gracefully and his hands went to her pants as he slid them off slowly, kissing her right leg seductively, then her tip toe and moved up closer to her underwear.

Christelle was twisting in passion as he continued his assault on her senses. Then Nuada came to her bra and like any other man he found it hard to undo. Christelle laughed at his attempts and she smiled. "Wish for some help?"

Nuada smirked and spoke something in a different language and then reached to his waist and pulled out a dagger, Christelle looked pale. Nuada smiled and kissed her lips. "Do not be afraid…" He told her and putting the blade under the front of the bra he yanked up cutting the fabric and letting her breasts fall free, tossing aside the blade he kissed each one lovingly.

"You are a breast man then?" She whispered. Nuada laughed a little. "You have no idea…" He muttered, touching her breasts and remembering all the different things they'd done…

Nuada then pushed her back onto the bed and crawled between her legs, kissing her stomach and then breasts as he bent down. Christelle felt the white hair run over her and his warm lips rub against her body. Laughing she placed her legs on his shoulders and Nuada kissed each leg lovingly. Slowly he reached down and opened his pants. Christelle blushed seeing his shaft, hard and pulsing for her, Nuada cupped her buttocks and with a long moan pushed into her.

The rhythm was as old as time, the same as it had been 1,000 years ago, and Nuada smiled as he heard the familiar whimpers and cries of passion from Christelle. Reaching down he rubbed her body as he thrust into her. Slowly the two of them came closer and closer to climaxing, and then a blue light surrounded her body, and disappeared, then reappeared again, the light then connected their bodies, at the chest, where his heart was and where Christelle's heart was, it shimmered then disappeared. Christelle cried out in passion as she came and Nuada soon fell over the edge himself, moaning and thrusting a few more times before withdrawing and laying next to her, kissing her lips. Christelle sighed and yawned, curling up in his arms, Nuada suddenly pushed away from her and looked shocked, almost disgusted.

"I… you…I just made love to a human!" He growled out, looking sick, Christelle gave him a shocked look.

"But you said I am an Elf… Sabariel.."

"And you are human, one of the things I hate the most!" He hissed out at her, throwing the blanket off him and pulling on his pants then reaching for his tunic. Christelle picked up a pillow and hit him in the back of the head, Nuada spun around to yell at her but she beat him to it.

"I AM LIKE THIS BECAUSE OF YOU! I GAVE MY DAMN IMMORTALITY FOR YOU AND NUALA!" She screamed her eyes glowing a silver like blue and paused, the eyes went back to their sky blue color and she touched her head. "I am sorry… I don't know what I am talking about…I think I had too much to drink—"

"No! What did you say? Say it again!" Nuada said moving next to her quickly and holding her face in his hand.

"I believe I said; "I am like this because of you, I gave my damn immortality for you and Nuala…" Christelle repeated and blinked for a second. "Who is this Nuala?" She asked him, her hair falling around her face in a dissary from their sex.

"She is my twin sister, my other half… we share a bond, a special bond, I feel pain, she feels pain. If I am cut, she is also cut—"

"What if you have sex? Does she feel your orgasm?"

Nuada jerked and his eyes widened. He had never given that much thought before… did his sister feel it when he came to passion? Embarrassment flooded the prince as he realized his sister must have known every time he was bedding Sabariel… she must have felt the powerful surge of pleasure from his body as he came…

Nuada shook his head, ignoring the question and continued on.

"Do you remember giving up your immortality?" He asked her, holding her head still and then she pulled away and laid her head on his lap, sleepily.

"No…and yes… I mean, all I can recall is a creature with wings with eyes on it… that's all." She said honestly, Nuada stroked her hair and spoke, "That was the Angel of Death… you gave your soul for me and Nuala." He whispered, thinking of the past and felt pain in him, depression thinking of how he had tried to kill the Red Demon with his dagger and Nuala had stabbed herself to stop him.

How Sabariel had watched both her lover and friend die, no one had been left to comfort her fears and he'd promised to never leave her again…

He looked down at Christelle, she was asleep, he sighed and kissed her forehead then froze, her body became white and her hair was white now with its golden highlights… Nuada smiled. She was back.

"Sabariel! Get up!" He cried out excitedly, the woman opened her eyes and suddenly she looked human again. "What?" She muttered. Nuada was washed away with surprise and dismay. "Nothing… I have to leave…" He said slowly and kissing her lips slipped from the room.

"Here it is!" Said Abe after reading through a book for a while, Nuada turned to look at him from the pile of books he'd been reading through, Nuala put down an orange book entitled "Spells and incantations."

"It says here that when a mystical being is separated from their soul, often they will revert back to their true form when they fall asleep, it is the closet time they can connect to their soul, even if it is far away." He said reading the short passage. Nuada stood up and walked over to him.

"Does it say how to reverse the affects and make the being be reconnected with its soul?" Asked the prince quickly snatching the book away. Abe turned to look at Nuala who gave him an apologetic look. Nuada was still not use to the fact he was having to share his sister's attention with a man.

"No."

Nuada tossed the book aside and said. "Then it is useless… all these books tell us are not helping me in anyway of changing her back. And I know the Angel of Death will never reverse her spells." He sighed slipping into a chair, a look of dismay on his face. Nuala had not seen her brother this upset since he learned his father would not continue to kill of the humans with the Golden Army.

"But, this passage here says that through out their new lives they will regain memories from before they lost their soul." Said Nuala looking at her book. Nuada snorted and stood up from his chair. "So when she is an old woman she will finally remember everything. Perfect." He stormed from the room.

"It is nothing personal against you, Abraham, he is just very distraught, he isn't thinking clearly." She said walking over to the blue creature.

"I know, its just… I wasn't altogether truthful with him… there is a way that Sabariel could be returned to her true form… but it is risky and we can't force her to do it…as well as there is no guarantee it would work." He said, putting down a book with a shake of his head.

"What is it? Tell me!" Said Nuala excitedly.

Abe took a deep breath and said the following:

"The book said a being can be reunited with their soul in one way: they must die. But the book doesn't say how or if anything else must be done…"

"Death? She must die… at least her human form must die, and what is left of her soul that keeps the body running must unite with her real soul… its so complex." Nuala murmured and sat down holding her head. "There are always so many rules to these things…and not enough time to go through all of them."