Well here it is, chapter 9, the one I think a lot of people have been waiting for :P
Sorry for the wait, I just wasn't happy with it for a while and I suffered from a lot of writers block :/
ANYWAYS...
This chapter gets pretty steamy and I do go into a fair bit of detail but I tried to make it more of a romantic scene instead of a rough 'porn-like-scene' like some stories on FanFiction.
R&R but please NO FLAMES! If you dont like it, keep it to yourself, i dont want to hear about it.
Now, without any more delaying, dawdling or dithering I proudly present, Chapter 9 :P
Chapter 9
*Previously*
Arya looked up for she had brought her knees up to her chest and rested her head on them with tears running down her cheeks and a small smile upon her lips. She could feel everything settling into place and for the first time in a long time she felt a warm emotion wash over her... Hope.
Arya looked straight back into Saphira's blue gem-like eye; Saphira could almost see Arya thinking, deciding on what to do. Saphira then saw the small smile which previously graced Arya's lips turned into the rare occurrence which was a grin. Her new smile radiated happiness and her whole body seemed to change with it. Arya slowly stood and her previous slouched stance changed to one of bouncing happiness, her entire being seemed to be bursting with energy. Saphira, quite taken back by this sudden and dramatic change to a previously unseen ecstatic side of Arya simply said,
"Go on then princess" Followed by a snort of smoke showing her amusement.
Before even the sound of the last syllable fell in Arya's mind she had set off. She ran through the gardens at a speed impressive even for elves her hair streaming behind her like a banner. When Arya saw the stairs reaching up to the dragonhold she slowed to a jog, then to a walk and finally to a stop inches shy of the first step. She stood there in silence glaring at the bottom step. As she examined the flawless wooden step sung from the tree itself she thought about what she was about to do, what crossing the threshold would mean for and Eragon. When her mind imagined what life would be like being even closer and being fully opening up to Eragon a small smile spread across her face and she felt warmth spread from her chest. Then, with no visible warning, she took off up the stairs taking them four at a time, which is no easy task with elven steps.
Arya arrived at the door of the dragonhold and cautiously opened it, already feeling Eragon's mind on the other side. As she entered the immense dragonhold she looked across to Eragon's bed expecting to find him there, or at least in the middle of the hall waiting for Saphira to return but he was in neither place. She searched the room and finally found him sitting at the ledge, where Saphira flew from just minutes ago, looking out over Du Weldenvarden. His figure seemed to be glowing with the late afternoon sun but despite the beautiful scene, a sudden feeling of sadness crept over Arya at the sight of Eragon. He seemed lonely. Arya knew that he would never be truly lonely due to his link with Saphira but she saw how he needed something else. Eragon and Saphira were almost one soul, one life, and there closeness was unmatched but he needed something else. He needed to be part of someone's life, not all of it.
Arya started to walk over to Eragon, her feet seemingly moving of their own will, and as she approached Eragon rose to see who had entered the room uninvited and was shocked to say the least to see Arya striding across the room with a look of sadness in her eyes. Eragon watched as Arya closed the gap to a matter of feet and didn't stop, she just kept walking. For the split second that Eragon had to think his mind was trying desperately to comprehend why she was there, was she angry. The last thought that went through Eragon's mind was then
'She's going to punch me'.
The reason why this was Eragon's last thought was, being a man, his mind when blanked when being kissed. As he felt Arya's tender lips on his he could almost feel his heart stop, he could scarcely believe it was happening, was it a dream, and if he never wanted it to end. As his mind was going a mile a minute to try and understand why Arya was kissing him, he forgot to kiss her back.
Arya could feel Eragon almost recoil at her kiss and she could feel her heart breaking while she kissed him. She finally decided to end the kiss and save her hearts complete destruction and her own dignity and pulled her lips from his.
"I'm sorry..." Arya hesitated and looked to the floor "It was wrong of me to mmmm..."
Arya never got to finish her sentence as her mouth was otherwise occupied with slow-to-react Eragon.
Eragon tenderly brought a hand up to cup Arya's face, holding it so gently as if it was made of glass. Arya slowly realised what was happening and smiled at the thought that he felt the same.
"I thought you said we could never be..." Eragon said after abruptly breaking the kiss.
Arya said nothing in response, only reached out with her mind towards Eragon. Eragon felt the familiar touch of Arya's mind and quickly lowered all barriers to his mind and letting her in completely. Arya then proceeded to show Eragon both their first kiss on the cliff top, from her perspective, and her thoughts. She then showed her conversation with Saphira and her decision to come to the dragonhold and then finally she showed Eragon her feelings. Eragon was surprised by the sudden rush of memories from Arya and took a few seconds to process it all. As his mind caught up with it all Arya saw the understanding in his eyes and finally the emotion she had been waiting too long to see, love.
Eragon swept Arya up in a passionate kiss, lifting her onto his hips and holding her there securely with his arms. Arya buried both her hands in Eragon's hair and proceeded kissed him senseless. Eragon started to walk carefully over to the bed on the far side of the room which seemed to have gotten a lot larger than he last remembered. Arya barely noticed Eragon walking as her tongue brushed against his lips, begging for entry. Eragon swiftly opened his mouth and their tongues met in the middle for the second fiery dance of the day.
Eragon arrived at the bed on the far side of the room and laid Arya down upon it. He quickly followed while being careful not to crush her. Arya's hands then began to stray down onto Eragon's chest, following each muscle downwards until she found the hem of the shirt he was wearing and promptly removed it with a satisfied smile.
Eragon felt the shirt about to be removed and resentfully broke the kiss to allow the material to pass. Seeing an opportunity Eragon began to kiss Arya's jaw, moving slowly up to her ear listening to Arya panting all the while. At the corner of her jaw his mouth turned down onto her neck and he began to gently bite at the creamy skin. This sudden pain amongst the pleasure caused Arya to hiss and moan which only served to make Eragon bite harder, leaving marks on her neck and a smile on her face.
As Eragon's progress reached Arya's collarbones he brought his hands up and gently slid the shoulders of her dress down to her upper arms kissing every new bit of skin as it appeared. Eragon could sense Arya's frustration at being pinned down, helpless to suffer every pleasure imaginable. Arya had had enough of this and pulled Eragon's face up to meet hers and began to show him how much she had enjoyed his lips through using hers.
Arya, showing far less patience than Eragon then continued to kiss down his chest, lightly scratching, all the way to his waist.
"Arya, are you sure?" Eragon managed to ask through moans of bliss.
She looked up and smiled a sly smile.
"Of course"
She then proceeded to lick a blazing trail across the top of his waist gaining a sharp hiss of pleasure from his lips.
The next few moments seemed to slow down for Eragon, every feeling magnified, every sight in perfect clarity. What Eragon saw was Arya slipping her fingers around the waist of his trousers and begin the seemingly age long descent down his thighs. Arya, while keeping a cool domineer on the outside was actually trying to keep her hands from shaking she was so nervous.
Eragon couldn't take the sight of the scene before him any longer for fear of losing control so threw his head back and let his sense of touch make up for the lack of sight.
Arya continued pulling down the offending trousers until, finally, his member sprang free almost fully hard. Arya gasped at the sight of Eragon's well over average size and felt her mouth go dry. 'Will it even fit?...' was the only thing that crossed Arya's mind. She cautiously reached forward to grab Eragon and felt his throbbing length in her hand; this pried another delicious moan from Eragon's lips which only spurred Arya on further.
This Part, until the next line, is written by
Rienxad
If you're into Final Fantasy, she's your girl :P
"Eragon, Eragon. What shall I do with you? It seems you trust me too much, Shadeslayer."
Eragon's eyes widened at her use of mental communication but was stopped from voicing his thoughts by Arya's lips landing playfully on the taut skin of his stomach. Eragon moaned slightly as she started to kiss lower, moving slowly, inch by inch to the place where he most desired her touch.
"Uhhh, Arya, go lower. Please!"
He saw her smile cruelly and watched in dismay as she reverted, kissing back up to his lips, just as slowly and torturing him until he was clasping the bed sheets tightly in his hands.
"Arya, lower."
"Lower? Okay."
She smiled, kissed him once and passionately on the lips before kissing down his neck, down his jaw, chest and flat stomach. She stopped just short of where she knew that he wanted to be touched. She was such a tease. Eragon could see the mysterious glint enter her eyes as she leant down and took skin from his stomach in between her teeth and sucked. The suction and feeling of Arya doing such a thing to him left Eragon gasping.
"Oh Arya, do it a little lower! I'm begging you."
It appeared that she liked to be begged for attentions. Teasingly, Arya inched slowly lower, again just short of where he was burning for her attention, getting harder every second that she delayed his pleasure. Oh, how he wanted to flip her back over and take her but he'd spent so long waiting for her… he could wait a little longer. Maybe. If she stopped teasing him like that.
"Arya! You know what this is doing to me!"
She grinned evilly, taking another section of his skin into her mouth, sucking, licking and nipping it playfully and teasingly.
"I know what I'm doing. I'm waiting to see how long your self control lasts. You're actually doing quite well. I'm impressed, Shadeslayer."
"I am so going to get you back for this."
Eragon growled and hissed, becoming animalistic due to the way that Arya was handling him. Eventually, he would have to take control of the torture but for now, he revelled in the burning pain of being denied what he sought so profusely.
That's why the sudden lick onto his smouldering member almost extracted smoke when Arya finally nourished the appendage that she had purposefully been ignoring. Eragon's fingers threatened to tear through the bed sheets as another lick set him moaning. Arya had such power over him and she seemed so talented at this that Eragon's mind was driving him to the brink of insanity. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer like this.
"Mwahahahah!"
Arya, slowly at first, started to pump Eragon's hard length, making Eragon arch in sudden pleasure. As she continued to stroke up and down Eragon's hard member she could feel Eragon shake slightly and subconsciously moan for more. Arya, not one to disappoint, then gave a single lick with the tip of her tongue across the top of Eragon's member. Eragon nearly shouted out at, at first, the pleasure, and then the cruelty of taking it away again. Arya then gave a villainous smile up at Eragon before plunging mouth first at Eragon's member, taking it as far as she could.
Eragon, who saw nothing of the smile, had no warning for the overwhelming pleasure due to his head already being thrown back. He simply saw stars as the rushing of heat went to his groin grew to such a point he was surprised that he could maintain control over himself. Arya then continued to pump Eragon's length with one hand while her mouth enveloped the rest. This combination of pleasures was causing Eragon to near his climax faster than he ever thought possible, he felt the heat pooling in his stomach grow and start to head down towards his groin. He tried to move Arya from his member but when he tried to lift her head she winked at him and dropped back down and re-doubled her pace to one only an elf could manage. Eragon suddenly bucked and writhed, as if in pain and with a final cry spilt his hot seed into Arya's mouth. Arya felt the hot liquid hit the back of her mouth and moaned in satisfaction, this vibration only extended Eragon's burning pleasure causing him to spill the last of his seed into her mouth. Arya swallowed every drop around Eragon's length and slowly brought her head up with a smile across her face. Eragon could honestly say it was the most amazing sight he had ever seen, little did he know he would see an even more amazing one that night.
Eragon tenderly reached down to Arya's face and still half in a daze, pulled it up to his own and shared another heart stoppingly passionate kiss. Through his mind he could feel her need for him and was almost shocked at the strength of it, it even rivalled his need for her. Eragon was at a loss as he had just climaxed and had nothing to quench her thirst for now. Arya was listening to this internal struggle in Eragon's mind with a smile, even if he had nothing to offer, which he did, she would still wait. Arya rolled over so Eragon was on top and failed to suppress a giggle at the surprise in Eragon's face of her sudden position change. She was normally opposed to being under someone, it gave her a sense of being powerless but with Eragon she felt warm, safe and abnormally happy. Yet another grin broke across her face at the thought of this which Eragon appreciated as he too only felt truly safe with Arya.
Arya gently started to push Eragon downwards. Eragon, who was oblivious to what she was thinking, just went with it. As Eragon was pushed down he started to kiss and nibble ever bit of glorious creamy, pinecone scented skin he could reach which, lucky for Arya, included her chest. Eragon started to gently bite and suck on her right breast while kneading the other one with the ball of his hand, occasionally rolling and pulling the nipple in his fingers. Arya gasped as Eragon did this and after a few moments she felt him switch his mouth and started the same process on the opposite side.
As glorious as it felt Arya knew she had to keep Eragon on his downwards journey so continued her efforts to push his head further down her body. Eragon, feeling the downwards pressure managed to tear himself away from Arya's glorious breasts and allowed himself to be pushed further down to Arya's flat, toned stomach. Eragon's kisses and breath felt as hot as dragon fire on Arya's skin as he panted just centimetres from it.
Eargon kissed his way south to Arya's waistline and arrived slightly disgruntled. She was still wearing her leggings. Eragon decided to deal with this great injustice with a swift tug and the slight tear of fabric. What the leggings concealed was, from that moment, the most amazing thing he had ever seen but this was still not the best thing he would see that night. Underneath those cursed leggings were Arya's long, slightly muscled legs which Eragon knew were much stronger than they looked. He also noticed that she was also hairless, similar to him but what Eragon revelled in most was her skin. It was a floorless slightly tanned cream colour which Eragon knew must be woven with magic for nothing was that stunning naturally.
"Actually, I'm one of the few who does not alter my appearance with magic. I believe it's... deceitful" Arya's voice cracked towards the end of her statement.
Eragon realised Arya had been listening to his thoughts but what he didn't notice was that she was biting her bottom lip in anxiety, wondering what he thought of her now she was completely unclothed. Arya didn't have to wait long for the answer to her question as Eragon looked up from his journey down her creamy skin with a look that she could only describe as mesmerising. Eragon's eyes seemed to soften as he slowly came to terms with what was going on in Arya's head, Arya could see both in his mind and in his face his utter disbelief at the situation, she saw herself through his eyes and saw what he could only describe as perfection. She saw both the lust and love that Eragon had for her, how he had longed for her for so long, how he had admired her in situations where she thought she had lost all strength. Arya then had a rather surreal experience as she saw herself blush. Eragon rested his head on Arya's stomach and smiled up at her for a moment until he started to laugh.
"What is so funny Shadeslayer?" Arya asked with a hint of sarcasm
"I just don't think I've seen you blush before" Eragon answered before he followed with a fresh round of chuckles.
"Is that so" commented Arya, almost glad for the conversation to take her mind off her nerves. "Well instead of looking at my face perhaps you could continue in your previous direction?" Arya smiled cheekily
"Well, orders are orders I suppose" Eragon replied in an equally joking manner.
With that Eragon dropped his face to the task at hand, or rather mouth. Eragon began with a solitary lick up Arya's slit which sent a delightful shiver up Arya's spine in response. Eragon slowly began to explore Arya's heat with the tip of his tongue with a feather light touch, all the while Arya shook and moaned with pleasure and frustration. She tried to tell Eragon what she needed but the words refused to rise from her throat so instead she sent the most complex message she could in her current state.
"MORE!"
Eragon, like any man, was delighted to hear her need for him and began to rub the flat of his tongue against Arya's wetness and reached up to Arya's chest and roughly took a nipple in his hand rolling and pulling it. This delicious torture was driving Arya insane but she knew that if insanity felt like this she would live happily in an asylum. Arya felt heat pooling between her legs and her climax coming faster than she ever thought possible, light shivers seemed to be constantly flowing up her back while hot flushes went down her front. Eragon then very lightly took Arya's clit between his teeth and began to suck on it, the effect was cataclysmic. Arya screamed, but no noise came out, she arched her back so far she was balanced only on her shoulders and feet. Eragon, whose mouth was secured to Arya's heat raised a hand and placed it on her stomach, securing her to the bed. Arya knew if Eragon continued further she would lose all control so with a superhuman effort of will she managed to speak.
"Eragon...stop"
Eragon looked up expecting something to be wrong.
"Don't finish... not yet. I want you... inside me."
Eragon could almost feel the heat of Arya's blush in her face from between her legs but only smiled. He travelled back up her flawless body and met her lips once more in a fiery kiss which Eragon poured every ounce of love and adoration in his body into. This sudden love and passion hit Arya like a wave, both through the kiss and through her mind as Eragon thought only of her and her absolute perfection in his eyes. Arya tried to pull Eragon closer, needing his body further against hers, and wrapped her hands behind his head and roughly pulled him on top of her feeling his comforting weight fall on her and their warmth melt together. Eragon tried to lift his weight off of Arya, fearing her discomfort but found Arya simply hugging him tighter against herself and burying her head in his neck. As the newly admitted couple simply lay there they felt their minds calm and begin to meld to such a point where they were unsure were one consciousness stopped and another began. They both basked in each other's thoughts, feeling and memories, coming across both good and bad.
Arya's voice softly drifted through the joint consciousness "Do you like what you find" both the vulnerability and self consciousness evident in her voice.
"I love you for everything you are Arya, both your strengths and your weaknesses. I know everything about you, just as you do me, and still love you with the very essence of my being, do you still need proof?"
Arya would have pulled Eragon closer if it was possible but only managed a squeeze instead.
"I have never been truly loved... I always dreamt it but now it's here it might take a while to get used it" Arya admitted shyly
Eragon felt a unique wave of emotions run through him, both of empathy and of happiness. He felt empathy course through him because of the loveless upbringing that Arya had suffered being raised as elven royalty but also a much stronger wave of happiness at the fact that she told him how she truly felt.
"Well, take as long as you like, I'm going nowhere my love" Eragon sent along with a burst of love which surprised even him with its strength.
Arya propped herself up on her arms above Eragon and looked him dead in the eye with expression even Eragon was having trouble reading.
"Show me, my love" Arya said with decisiveness in her voice and a smile on her face "Show me how much you love me"
Arya slowly sat upright and Eragon followed, this ended the couple up with Arya sitting on Eragon's lap with his member pushing her stomach. Arya slowly rose up on her knees until she was above Eragon's member and looked down. She saw Eragon's simply massive member, hard as rock, pointing straight for her core, and at both his impressive length and girth she knew this would be no easy task. Eragon was silently observing her thoughts and was careful not to let his feeling of want to thrust hard into her core spill over into her thoughts. Arya's mind quickly sifted through how she could do this and found what she reckoned to be the best answer. Eragon was struggling to keep up with her train of thought and suddenly realised what she planned to do and shock overcame him.
"Arya NO!" Eragon shouted both mentally and out loud but it was too late.
Arya dropped with all her weight onto Eragon's shaft and speared herself completely onto it filling her completely. A cry echoed around the room but Eragon wasn't sure whose it was as he was fairly sure he felt her pain as well. Arya dropped her head into Eragon's neck and started to try to breath normally again. Eragon held her tight and could feel her whole body shaking, desperately trying to adjust to his sudden intrusion into her.
"Arya, what were you thinking? You could have hurt yourself!" Eragon asked, half concerned half angry at what she had just done.
"Eragon, unless you really wanted to I doubt you can hurt me" Arya challenged "Try and heal me, you will see"
Eragon briefly put his hand onto Arya's abdomen and muttered the words of healing like so many times before. He felt his magic rush down his arm and from his hand but it simply fizzled out as it reached her skin. Arya noticed this surprise in Eragon's mind and smiled.
"Told you so..."
"Fine, but promise you won't do that again, I was worried about you!" Eragon stated
"As I have told you before, I am no maiden to be taken care of like your race, I am fine" Arya replied with a little more force than was necessary.
"Sorry... it's just... I love you and I couldn't imagine if I was the cause of any of your pain..." Eragon replied with a down-turned head.
"Do not worry Eragon, I'm fine, let it pass" Arya finally replied, finally facing Eragon with a broad smile on her face.
Arya then, to the delight of Eragon, began to grind her hips in Eragon's lap feeling his length seemingly stir her insides, stretching her in ways she never thought possible. Eragon at this moment thought he had died and reached paradise. His head was thrown back and his fingers had torn none too subtle holes in the covers of his bed from the exquisite pleasure that was rippling through his body getting better by each passing second. Arya then did possibly the most shocking thing Eragon had ever seen her do, she reached underneath herself and began to stroke Eragon's member while it was buried within her. Eragon flew forwards and clung to Arya as if she was his only source of life and bit her shoulder to stop himself from screaming in pure bliss. The bite hurt Arya but knowing it was a product of her pleasure made it fade from a painful experience and only intensified the burning pleasure washing over her body. Arya then slowly started to change her grinding movement to an up and down one which started to make Eragon's huge member pull and stretch her core in a way which made her moan and whimper in delicious delight. Eragon could feel through their connection that she was adjusting more and more to his size and the pain was fading into glorious, all consuming pleasure.
Eragon smiled and sent with a slight sadistic tone to Arya "My turn"
Arya simply smiled as she trusted him with her body and soul, utterly and completely. Eragon lifted Arya slightly off his lap and began to thrust up into her. Arya threw her head back and moaned loudly at the feelings running through her body. Eragon stifled another cry by biting Arya's shoulder, gently at first but hearing Arya's gasp followed quickly by a moan he bit harder.
Arya continued to ride the mind blowing ride which was Eragon's bucking motion and began to feel heat beginning to pool in her lower stomach and she knew her first release was upon her faster than she thought possible. Eragon, feeling Arya was close, changed angle so he fit her deeper inside and unknowingly hit her in a place even Arya didn't know existed. A body tearing wave of pleasure ripped through Arya's body making her shake and quiver from head to foot causing her walls to grip Eragon's member with such force he feared if he would ever get it back. As the brain numbing pleasure slowly began to fade Arya regained the ability to think straight and sat up straight in front of Eragon.
Arya smiled an ear to ear grin "That was amazing"
"Just you wait" Replied Eragon with a grin which was bordering on villainous.
Eragon pushed Arya forward so that she slid off his lap and landed onto the bed, facing him, all the while with his member still buried deep inside her. Eragon leered down at Arya at the thought of what he was about to do and Arya replied with a bigger smile as she saw his metal representation of what he planned to do to her. Eragon took Arya's thighs in his hands and hooked them over his shoulders, taking advantage of her natural athleticism and pushed himself closer to her so that her thighs were resting flatly against his chest and his arms hooked around her back, gripping her shoulders to aid his leverage. Arya had never dreamt of being in such a vulnerable position but under Eragon so felt so sure of herself and utterly safe in the love that she knew he had for her.
Eragon then slowly pulled out of Arya, who was still slightly shaking from her first climax, until only the tip of his length was inside her. Only then did he briefly pause before, none too gently, slamming back into Arya, filling her further and faster than anything she had ever felt. Eragon then started the cycle again, pulling out, pausing then slamming back in. Despite the intense feelings of pleasure raking through her body Arya wanted more, she needed more.
"Eragon..." Arya even managed to sound breathless in her mind "I hate to interrupt your simply..." She paused as he slammed into her once more, "aaaaamazing activities" Arya knew she was struggling to keep her chain of thought "But... GO FASTER!"
Eragon rid his cycle of the damned pause and slammed repeatedly into Arya's wet core over and over again until the room was awash with the sounds of their juice soaked skin slapping together. Arya's body hugged tightly around his member, almost pulling it, every time it pulled out and slammed back in. Eragon was sure he couldn't last much longer as almost every time he plunged deep into Arya it drew a hiss of pleasure which increased the pooling heat to an almost unbearable level.
Eragon was surprised at the force he was using but looking down into Arya lustful eyes he saw only her desire for more of his glorious thrusts. Arya screamed as Eragon's hand grazed over her clit and her whole body briefly shook and seemingly the whole around her. Eragon's mind managed to decipher the thoughts in Arya's head which had been seemingly been blended by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body and continued, gently at first, to rub her clit. He started with a simple tap on it which gained a hot shiver up Arya's spine and a small whimper. Slowly getting the idea he used his first finger and began to rub in circles, all the while smashing deep inside her at an ever increasing pace. He started to push harder with his finger and hearing Arya let out a sound which seemed to be between a pained cry and a very pleased moan brought in thumb and gently pinched her clit between them. This latest effort to push Arya over oblivion met with another scream but nothing seemed to come out. Arya's head was thrown back with her mouth open wide nearly struggling to breathe and her eyes bulging to such a point she was worried she may have to heal herself if it continued. Finally Arya managed to gulp down a much needed lungful of air and felt her body convulse and quiver at the ever continuing feeling of Eragon's rock hard length ram into her again and again driving her closer to what seemed like both paradise and insanity.
Eragon's unrelenting slamming was beginning to take its toll on his stamina and he was feeling the familiar feeling his final warning. Arya managed to get the last simple message across before Eragon's mind became completely fogged with lust
"Come with me"
Eragon looked down at Arya and knew that he could never imagine a more perfect moment with anyone, he knew from then he would never love anyone else, he never could love anyone else, as long as she was there with him he could do anything.
"Eragon?..." Arya snapped Eragon out of his trance which she had been following carefully. She gently cupped his face and gave him a look which seemed to make him melt.
"Come with me"
Eragon allowed himself a smile before hardening his face for the task at hand; he was determined to make her come before him. Eragon started his brutal rhythm once more pushing himself to the hilt into Arya's core. Arya knew that things like the G-spot didn't matter, not when everything was being so deliciously rubbed by Eragon's glorious length. She moaned with pleasure as he continued his slamming into her. She could feel her orgasm building, she could feel her deep internal muscles throbbing at least as hard as her clit, showing Eragon without words, just how tight, warm and wet she could get.
Eragon had a sudden need to occupy all parts of his body as his member no longer felt enough. He reached down with one hand and proceeded to none-to-gently roll and pinch Arya's clit between his fingers. This extracted another hiss of both pain and mind numbing pleasure. With his other hand and mouth which he felt was being cruelly deprived of the creamy skin of Arya's, he reached up and began his body-shaking assault on her small pert breasts. Eragon knew his end was near and was determined to finish Arya at the same time. He picked up the pace to a speed which was fast even for elves, his body practically a blur as he slammed down on Arya leaving her breathless and utterly at the mercy of his body splitting member.
Eragon felt something building up in him, like a pressure getting ready to explode within him. He worked his hands up to her head and buried them in her hair, grabbing fistfuls as she sent him stumbling over the edge of oblivion.
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His back arched in unvoiced pleasure, the sensations washing over his over-sensitive body as he felt his release flowing through his stiff member and squirting out of the end like a fountain causing him to grip Arya's thighs tightly and dig his nails into her creamy skin, making her moan which only succeeded in bringing his finale crashing harder down upon him in a euphoric state. Through his mind's connection with Arya, he could see the effects of pleasure upon her body again, triggered by his seed pulsing hot into her body.
"Ahh, ahh, Eragooonnnnn!"
The cry was both mental and physical as Eragon watched the pleasure knotting in Arya's stomach unwind, the sensations like a sea washing over her body, lapping at her limbs and causing them to shake and writhe in the pleasure that he caused. Heavy lidded with a double dose of pleasure, Eragon delved his mind deeper into Arya's body to see her muscles contracting and convulsing, causing Arya into a near fit of pleasure. Suddenly, the pleasure was more than visible – Eragon could feel it thrumming through his own body, the surges of electric pleasure setting his nerves on fire and collating in the apex of his body in a build-up of pleasure that Eragon had never felt the likes of before. Arya's pleasure was washing over his, triggering another orgasm in his own body, the pleasure was blinding and Eragon bit into Arya's shoulder to stop himself from screaming out.
As they rode out their climaxes together and slowly wound down until Eragon lay on the bed with Arya on his chest. They lay there in complete silence just comfortable in each other's presence. Eragon could have laid there forever but the silence was rudely interrupted by the delicate elf lying on his chest.
Arya then started to giggle, this giggle then grew to a small laugh and proceeded to grow until Arya was rolling about on the bed and laughing so hard tears threatened to appear and she had a stitch in her side. Eragon watched this giggle grow to the hysterics and was a little taken aback and felt like he had been left out of a hilarious joke.
"What are you laughing about?" Eragon asked as a small smile spreading across his face at the sight of the elf struggling to compose herself.
Arya managed a single sentence through her laughter,
"How am I to explain the bites on my body to my mother?"
Eragon's face paled at the thought of the queen finding out about them in such a... embarrassing way. Arya laughed again when she saw the fear in Eragon's face at the mere mention of her mother.
"Don't worry, I won't let her harm you" Arya proclaimed in mock chivalry "Just don't even try to heal them"
"Please Arya" Eragon cried, the fear evident in his voice "I'm dead if she sees them!"
"She won't kill you... that's far too quick" Arya joked, Eragon on the other hand was less than comforted "Besides, I like them, it's a constant reminder that I'm yours" Arya stated in a slightly dreamy voice.
"Just promise you'll keep them well hidden?" Eragon asked
"I promise nothing... but I'll try" Arya giggled
"Ever the politician..." Eragon sighed deeply
He couldn't help but smile at the new side he was seeing of Arya, a side he doubted anyone had truly seen before. He felt privileged not only that she loved him but that she trusted him with such a fragile part of her soul.
Eragon smiled and lent down to kiss the elf which was now suffering from a severe case of hiccups.
"Let's get some sleep, tomorrow could be... Interesting"
FIN...?
Actual Chapter Word Count (Excluding A/N): 6213 Words
Firstly, there is a lot to read in my A/N but they are IMPORTANT! So get reading :P
For those thinking how the characters acted was OOC and thought it got a bit too fluffy... DEAL WITH IT! They were always going to be OOC and were always going to have fluffy bits since the start of the story.
Also, thanks for all the help from all the reviewers and betas which have stuck with both me and the story through thick and thin despite the long gaps between chapters :)
A MASSIVE shout goes to
Rienxad for helping me get the story finished and generally being an amazing friend and advisor ;) Love you :D
P.S: Stoppingly is now officially a word... or at least it should be ;)
P.P.S: I am beginning to write a one-shot 'what if' story which branches off at chapter 4 were it is actually Arya rubbing his leg under the table ;)
Its going to be a bit more steamy than this one and a little less romantic (for all you smut lovers out there) so keep your eyes open for it or put me on author alert :P
