Soul Fusion - Chapter 10 – Sunset
"Just love me, Richard. That's all you need to do, is love me."
That was what she had told him to do, but spirits, did Kahlan actually understand what she was asking him to do? For him to love her within a woman's body meant that he was going to have to submit to her in a way that he had never submitted to her before. His mind reeled with what needed to be done as he guided her down, while he removed the Sword of Truth from his back and placed it on the stone floor beside them. Richard was determined to see this through, for her… for them, though he was still a little anxious over the whole thing. Closing his eyes, he kissed her, feeling the stubble on his chin, wondering how he ever excited her so much with a scratchy cheeks. Kahlan had allowed him to guide them to the stone floor, hiding behind the crenellation. But he was growing worrisome that he might not be able to do it.
Gasping as they broke the kiss, he opened his eyes and stared into the warm brown orbs that were currently Kahlan's, since she resided in his body. They were fogged with want and need, but mixed with the same worry and concern he was feeling. He caressed the side of her face and ignored the color of the eyes staring back at him, and focused on how the look reflecting out of those eyes was entirely his Kahlan.
"How… how are we going to arouse ourselves?" she asked, swallowing hard, looking at him for guidance and instruction.
Richard took in a deep breath. "Close your eyes and think of me," he said. "Close them, and think of last night, of the love and desire you have." He watched as Kahlan closed her eyes and narrowed her brow, concentrating. He followed his own advice and closed his eyes. "Imagine you are in your own body. Picture me standing above you, imagine me naked… remember and imagine anything that excites and arouses you about me. Concentrate on it. Imagine and picture only that."
Closing his eyes, Richard breathed through his nose and imagined his Kahlan as she laid on that big white bed in her bedchambers. He pictured her supple features loosely concealed by the skimpy nightgown she had been wearing. He remembered the feelings and sensations that had stirred in his chest when he had seen her lying there, her beauty beyond anything he had ever seen. She was perfect in everyway. Her breasts just the right size for his hands to cup and hold, her legs long and slender, her hips perfectly shaped, and her skin that creamy white that seemed like milk and tasted like honey.
Just thinking about her naked got him salivating. He thought of the sweetness between her legs that he would touch and tease, then taste and lick, and finally enter, feeling her inner walls squeeze around him. It was a feeling he would never grow tired of. As he concentrated on his memories of entering her and moving above her, kissing and sucking on her neck, shoulder, and breasts, Richard began to feel his body warm with arousal and need. He felt something stir in his middle that was unlike anything he had felt before… and… and if felt good. He could feel the wetness that was his Kahlan grow and increase, the warm feelings coalescing in his middle. Spirits, it felt amazing.
"Oh, spirits, Richard…," Kahlan groaned. He opened his eyes in a flash and looked at Kahlan in his body. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal as well, and as he shifted he could feel the evidence that she had become aroused as well. For a moment, he panicked, feeling the warmth and firmness of what had been the proof of his need for his Kahlan just the other night press up against his thigh.
Kahlan shuddered and shivered, her eyes wide with confusion and anxiety. "I… I never knew what you felt… spirits, Richard, it's like a throbbing need. How…?" she gasped. "How do you deal with this sensitivity? And need? Spirits, it's so difficult!"
"I concentrate on how much I want to please you, Kahlan," Richard said, reaching over to undo the laces on her trousers. He was beginning to think of a way to help her reach release. Handling himself in his hands would be nothing new. When he had been away from his Kahlan, spirits… even when he had been with her on the quest to stop Darken Rahl, he had used his own hand to pleasure himself while thinking of her.
"What are you doing?" Kahlan groaned slightly and looked down, watching his hands.
"We might not have to actually make love," he said, almost feeling terrible about saying it. "We just have to both reach release at the other's hand, right?"
Kahlan furrowed her brow as he freed the throbbing hardness from the constraints of her trousers. She looked down and gasped. Seeing it from this point of view was different, to be sure, but still the sight of Richard's manhood still excited her. Yet still, she wished that she could feel him enter her and make her his, like he had last night.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I can pleasure you, Kahlan," Richard spoke slowly, in a firm voice, keeping his eyes averted from eyes. "When I've been separated from you, Kahlan… I… I would pleasure myself while thinking about you," he confessed. "I can do that now, and… and not feel that awkward about doing it… since… since I've done that before."
Kahlan nodded in understanding. "Then I can do the same to you," she said, reaching down to part the folds of his skirt to tug at the black shorts underneath.
Richard looked up at her and knitted his eyebrows together. "Do you know what to do?" he asked.
"I… I've never done it to myself," she admitted. "But I have my memories of how you touched me to work with. I… I will just do as you did."
Richard nodded and closed his eyes, shifting his hips up to allow her to pull his underthings down past his knees. Kahlan's hand watched its way around for a moment before finding that spot between his legs. He gasped, stunned by the feeling. His chest constricted and he let out a soft whimpering sound.
"Spirits, Kahlan," he moaned, leaning his head against her shoulder. He reached down and grabbed his hardness, wrapping his fingers around it as he did when he pleasured himself and began to stroke.
Kahlan groaned and he felt her buck her hips. "Richard," she moaned his name, and he knitted his eyebrows together recognizing her moan, yet a little disturbed at hearing it in his voice.
He closed his eyes and imagined Kahlan, using the same images he would use when he had pleasured himself while apart from her. He could feel Kahlan's fingers working him down between his legs, and he could not help but moan and groan as he felt the pleasure intensify as she touched that most sensitive of places on her body. He picked up the pace of his stroking, and she mimicked his pace. Then he let out a breathy gasp, feeling her push one finger up into him.
"Spirits! Kahlan!" he groaned opening his eyes and gritting his teeth. The feeling of her finger inside of him was unimaginable. He felt strange, having a foreign object penetrate him, yet at the same time it was rapture. Kahlan looked at him, furrowing her brow, looking worried.
"What? Did I hurt you?" she asked, as his fingers stopped stroking the hardness that had once been his.
"No. Spirits, no," he blinked, involuntarily squeezing the inner muscles he now commanded around her finger. "Kahlan, I had no idea how much pleasure you felt from my touch."
She smiled languidly, her cheeks blushing. "And I had know idea how just feeling my hands on you excited you so much."
Richard heaved in a breath, wondering if he was capable of willingly lying back and allowing Kahlan to guide his hardness into his body. He had just felt the pleasure that she felt when she slipped her finger inside of him, so now he was pondering what intense rapture would come should he accept all of his complete length into the wet moistness that was only growing wetter between his thighs.
"Kahlan…," he began. Spirits, he could not believe he was actually going to do it. Part of him was considering the possibility that he had just gone insane, while the other part was screaming for him to give in, to feel what his beloved felt when he made her moan and cry his name in ecstasy. Surely her moans and spasms of euphoria was all the proof he needed that it was complete bliss for her.
"Yes, Richard?" Kahlan stilled her hand.
"Kahlan…," Richard began again, making up his mind, and giving in to the insane part. "I'll do it… I'll spread my legs."
"Richard?"
"I want to," he assured her, rubbing her face. "I want to know the rapture I give you. I… I can handle it. And…," he looked away. "I need to feel it. I need to know that I do please you."
"But you do," Kahlan asserted. "You do please me, more than you can imagine."
"Exactly," Richard said. "That is why I must feel it for myself." He held her face and gazed into the warm brown eyes that would hopefully be his again after he submitted to her. "And then you'll be able to feel how much you please me, why you are the only woman who could ever please me."
"But won't it be uncomfortable for you?" she asked. "I'm usually so wet and slick before you enter me."
"Thinking about you has made me wet," he affirmed. "You're feeling me right now, you can tell how wet I am."
"Richard?" Kahlan sounded like she was having second thoughts.
He almost laughed. She had been the one pushing for them to do what Zedd had told them they needed to do, yet now, when he had finally come around, it seemed like she was the one not wanting to do it. He grabbed his manhood in his hands and gave it a squeeze, knowing exactly what that would do to Kahlan. She gasped and let out a throaty groan. His body's natural instincts took control of Kahlan and she rolled up on top of him, as he pulled her skirts up. He opened his legs and felt her settle between them.
"Richard…?" Kahlan knitted her eyebrows together. "I… I can't. I know I… I…"
"Shh," he placed a finger on her lips. "You can do it. I will guide the motions."
Kahlan gulped and looked down at him, holding her weight off him with her arms. He felt the tip of his hardness brush against Kahlan's folds and he shivered, surprised at the feeling that it elicited his the female body he currently inhabited. Kahlan shivered and groaned slightly.
"Richard…?"
"Just ease forward, Kahlan," he instructed her, shocked by his sudden willingness to feel an intrusion into his body. Perhaps being aroused within a woman's body was affecting him more than he thought it would. Whatever was happening, it was working, because his inhibitions had been shed and thrown out, and he was willing to do what was necessary to unite their souls once more so that they could be restored to where they belonged.
Running his hands down her back, Richard found his backside, and gently pushed her down, guiding her into him.
"NO!" suddenly came an irritatingly annoying voice. "STOP!"