ADD NOTE: Finally we're getting to the end. Only a few more chapters (7 or 8) and then thats it. THIS CHAPTER IS NSFW! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!


Soora shifted in bed as she turned towards Fen'Harel. She furrowed her brows as she saw a tear roll down his cheek as he slept.

"Fen'Harel?" Soora sat up and hovered over him, cupping his cheek and wiping the tear away with her thumb.

Fen'Harel didn't look like he was having a nightmare. He wasn't sweating, jerking, whimpering. Soora carefully shook his shoulder, waking him up after a while.

"Mmm...what is it, Vhenan?" Fen'Harel groggily opened his eyes to look at her.

"You were crying," Soora said, almost in a whisper.

Fen'Harel put his hand on his wet cheek and slowly nodded, "I was."

"Are you okay?" Soora caressed his cheek with her thumb, worriedly looking at him.

He smiled, taking his hand away from her cheek and kissing her wrist, "We need to get you home, Soora. Finish sleeping and I'll take you to practice with Mythal all day."

"What was your dream about?" Soora mumbled as she laid her head on Fen'Harel's chest.

"It is nothing to worry about, Vhenan. Let us sleep."


As Soora stood in the clearing, she could feel a change within herself, sleeping definitely cleared her mind.

Soora smiled as Mythal instructed her on what to do again.

"I can do this. I am going to keep my shape today. I can feel it," Soora looked down at her hands as Mythal, Fen'Harel and Abelas stepped onto the alter, far enough away to where she could shape-shift without hurting them.

Soora steadied her breathing, feeling her mana tickling her skin, she imaged the form of a dragon in her mind as she started to transform. Mythal smiled as Soora finally mastered the last of her training. Mythal looked at Fen'Harel, "It is time to say goodbye."

Fen'Harel frowned as he looked at Mythal, "Give me the rest of the day with her...tomorrow we will send her back." Mythal sighed, "It will be harder-"

"I know...but I need this." Fen'Harel walked towards Soora, a smile on his face, as she transformed back into her elven form. She jumped into Fen'Harel's arms, talking about how happy she was to finally get the stupid dragon form down.

"When can I go home?" Soora smiled as Fen'Harel set her down.

"Tomorrow. Tonight, I need to teach you how to use to amulet yourself." Fen'Harel took her hand in his as he lead her to Mythal and Abelas.

She bowed to them both, "Thank you...for everything." Abelas bowed back and Mythal placed a hand on Soora shoulders, "I am so proud of you, my dear." Soora stood up straight and smiled as Mythal hugged her.

"I have faith in you, da'len. You will win your war." Mythal stepped back and nodded to Abelas.

"I will be there when Fen'Harel sends you back tomorrow. Until then, my dear." Mythal and Abelas left the alter, heading back to her Temple. Soora and Fen'Harel watched as Mythal departed.

"Do you think Mythal is right?" Soora asked as Fen'Harel opened the Eluvian.

"Yes. I believe in you." Fen'Harel turned to her.

"Are you just saying that because your life is on the line?" Soora joked as she turned to the Eluvian.

Fen'Harel chuckled, "That is a small part of it, yes...You have mastered shape-shifting, you have become a rogue, and you have captured Fen'Harel's heart twice. I believe you will win. I don't see it playing out any other way."


Fen'Harel and Soora sat on the edge of his bed in his quarters. Fen'Harel has just finished a small painting in the corner of the room.

"I can't believe I wouldn't be painting things like these in the future," Fen'Harel slid his arm around Soora and pulled her onto his lap. Soora nodded and pursed her lips, "Me too...I should ask you why when I get back."

"Please do." Fen'Harel looked at her, a small smile forming on his lips.

Soora frowned and looked down, "I'm gonna miss this."

"Why? We can still do this in the future," Fen'Harel murmured as he started to lightly kiss her neck.

"It isn't that easy...We're still involved in a war in the future. Until it's over," Soora pulled away, forcing him to look up at her, "We could never do this."

Fen'Harel shrugged, "The war will be over once you defeat this Elder One, yes?" Soora nodded.

"Than the first thing you do when you get there is kill this guy-"

"It-"

"Then fine me-"

"Isn't-"

"Bring me to our quarters-"

"That easy."

"And just enjoy each others company."

Soora sighed as she saw Fen'Harel smirk, "There's no winning with you...is there?"

Fen'Harel chuckled and shook his head, "It never is. Now come, I need to teach you the spell to get to amulet working." Soora smirked at him, refusing to move.

"Can't that wait? It isn't even dark out, you have all night to teach me it." Soora purred, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Fen'Harel raised an eyebrow, "I thought you wanted to get home?"

"I think I can take a detour on my journey," Soora kissed his neck, nipping and sucking as she starting to undo the buttons on his coat.

Fen'Harel shut his eyes tight, grabbing onto the sheets. A low growl escaped his lips as Soora clawed at his chest.

"Don't you want me?" Soora cradled his waist, looking down at him.

"You know I do," Fen'Harel glared at her, his eyes turning to the predatory piercing blue wolves eyes. Soora smirked as she felt his bulge rub against her inner thigh. She tore the rest of his coat open and hissed, "Then do me."

Fen'Harel pushed her onto the bed, causing Soora to blush as she saw Fen'Harel on top of her. He threw his coat off and tore hers top open, tearing the fabric to pull it off completely. Hearing the gasp that came out of Soora mouth made him smirk. He attacked her mouth first, kissing her savagely, thrusting his tongue in and out. His hands cupped her breasts; they squeezed hard, fingers pinching her nipples. Soora moaned into his mouth and pushed herself against him, eager for as much contact as possible. Fen'Harel moved one hand to Soora's hip, while the other propped him up. His fingertips dug into her flesh, making her moan and pull Fen'Harel closer to her.

When he kissed the side of her mouth, Soora moved her head quickly to once again catch him; the top of her tongue tracing his upper lip. Fen'Harel smirked, seeing her lost in the moment, so he pressed into her further, tasting her.

One of his hands drifted to her cheek, slowly made its way down her neck and stopped when he cupped her breast. Fen'Harel's fingers caught her hardened nipple in pleasure. Soora whimpered into his mouth, her hands sinking into his hair.

Fen'Harel's kiss finally left her mouth and traveled toward her cheek. He nipped at her earlobe, swirling his tongue to make her shiver in delight. As Soora's mouth hung open, Fen'Harel trailed down her neck. Fen'Harel moved quickly and took an aching, rosy peak into his mouth. Fen'Harel positioned himself closer to her.

Soora raised her head slightly from the pillow to catch a glimpse of him. And Fen'Harel knew she was watching him; locking his eyes with hers, he drew hot, wet circles around her nipples with his tongue. Like torture, he avoided touching the very peak until she was begging him with little noises.

Fen'Harel flicked his tongue once on one of her hardened tips, eliciting a short cry from Soora. It felt so good; her hands almost pulled his hair. He flicked again and this time continuously back and forth with a sensual rhythm. Soora arched into his mouth, her body writhing in pleasure beneath him.

He repeated the same action with her other breast, setting Soora's body on fire. When she was still huffing for breath, he moved back up to her lips and forced his tongue inside her mouth, thrusting and twisting inside with hers. Fen'Harel's hand moved lower between her thighs, one of his knees bent to part her legs.

Soora peered at him with lust filled eyes as she felt his knee slowly separate her thighs a little more.

"Fe-Fen'Harel," Soora panted. Fen'Harel smirked and pulled back to look at her, "Yes, Soora?"

When Fen'Harel said that, he pressed two fingers into the growing wet spot of her tights. With an upward motion, he applied a gentle pressure toward her entrance, up until the button of pleasure above her opening.

Soora cried out in surprise at the rush of heat and bliss. It was there for a second and then disappeared, leaving her with a hard throbbing of desire. Her green eyes darkened, as she looked up at Fen'Harel in a silent request for more.

Fen'Harel smirked. This time Soora pulled Fen'Harel down to her face and was the one to plunge her tongue inside his mouth. Her hands wandered quickly down the sides of his face, his neck and to his shoulders. Chest to chest, Soora melded freely into his warmth, feeling intoxicated by his musky scent and bodily essence.

Fen'Harel wasn't brawny but lean and muscular. Her hands glided over the hard terrain of his back, down his spine and towards his tailbone. She felt him lose control for a second as his grip on her tightened severely, drawing a little blood. He grabbed the back of her head while his other hand tore away her tights.

He slid a finger into her entrance, massaging her opening gently by parting her folds. She murmured for him to never stop, smirking he slid two fingers inside her. She was tight and wet, wet like her kisses being sprayed along his jaw line.

Soora stopped when the intense pressure between her legs began to build. The sliding motion of his fingers inside her was delightfully rhythmic and with every stroke of his fingers, a breath was stolen from Soora. He never stopped eye contact with her, she didn't even realize his eyes changed to the blue wolves eyes she remembers from the painting.

With his fingers thrusting in her, Fen'Harel placed a slick thumb on her clit and tortured her with gentle circles. It was something she'd never felt before—the compelling heaviness of the buildup. Soora was climbing toward somewhere, to the top of a shaking mountain with a body riddled with tremors. She shook breathlessly underneath Fen'Harel, her hips rising upward for more of the sensation in a climax ready to explode.

The orgasm hurtled into her like a ton of steel bars and Soora shattered around Fen'Harel's fingers. The ache continued when he pushed her again and she climaxed twice, crying out into the room.

Soora relaxed back onto the bed, her breathing was labored as she turned to Fen'Harel, watching him remove his fingers from her, dripping with her moisture.

"Fen…Fen'Harel…" Soora held her breath as he put one of his digits into his mouth, tasting her. Then he kissed her again and she moaned with her own flavor from his lips. Fen'Harel removed his pants quickly, without Soora noticing. All she felt was the warmth of his lower body on her own and it felt like heaven. He nestled her legs all the way open so his waist could fit between hers, her wetness brushing against his pelvis.

She whispered his name, pressing a hand against his chest.

"What's wrong?" Fen'Harel whispered back, slowly inserting just the tip of him into her opening. He snaked a hand under her back and pulled her toward him for support.

"I…" Soora shivered and closed her eyes.

He stroked her entrance with his tip. He even trembled a little, sucking in air to keep control.

"I…" Fuck! Damn it, Fen'Harel!

"Yes?" He went a little deeper.

Soora gasped, feeling herself stretch at his thickness. "I love you," she breathed out, a small moan escaping her lips. She loved the feeling of Fen'Harel in her, even if it was just a little.

Fen'Harel smirked and slid himself as gently as he could inside of her.

"I love you too," Fen'Harel kissed Soora, quickly covering her loud moan. Soora was hot and tight around him and Fen'Harel had to grasps the sheets with his other hand to keep some semblance of control. Fen'Harel already knew that he let some of his primal side out, scratching up her body in the beginning, and he knew Soora didn't care.

Fixing his gaze on her, Fen'Harel pulled out and drove back into her depths. She buried her face into his neck to muffle another cry of pleasure. He thrusted again, slower, and his motions steadily multiplied.

Soora struggled to breathe and dug her nails into the back of Fen'Harel's neck. His primal senses began to quicken his pace, stroking inside Soora when she tightened around him.

She discovered Fen'Harel's thrusting rhythm and tried it herself, moving with him, their bodies started to rock together in unison. Moaning into his ear, she told him not to stop and her request was met with Fen'Harel's firm but gentle hold.

Soon, Soora was wide open and a wave of pleasure began its burning trek up to the highest peak of sensation. She met Fen'Harel's thrust for thrust as she bucked her hips into his urging him to drive deeper.

Fen'Harel grunted softly against Soora's neck, driving into her frantically, turning into a mad being that only wanted to feel. The sound of their flesh slapping together mingled with Soora's upsurge of cries of pleasure and the intensity of her gasps. He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted her. His eyes turned dark as he heard her cry out more.

Without pulling himself out of her, Fen'Harel slid his way off the couch and stood at the end. He grabbed her roughly and pulled her toward him, leaving her nothing to hang onto except for the sheets. Then he lifted her legs to rest them against his shoulders; gripping her thighs, he drove into her again, harder, faster, and deeper than before when they were lying down.

Soora felt the pressure of his full length inside of her, her eyes widening from the gasps she needed to take every time he plunged into her.

Fen'Harel's feet were spread wide apart on the floor, knees bent to give him proper leverage as he slammed into her with everything he had.

In the midst of it all, they made eye contact and suddenly Soora was pulled into another world. She drowned in the blue of his eyes and the black of his wolf like pupils. The whole world spun around her mercilessly in a swirling mass of black and blue as the power of her climax strengthened to the max. Soora lay arched on her back and screaming in pleasure for dear life at her ascending climax.

Fen'Harel hand sought hers out among the sheets, when his uprising was heading towards its peak. With tightly gritted teeth, Fen'Harel groaned loudly and gave her the hardest of his last and desperate thrusts. He exploded in heat inside of her, releasing himself deep into the hole of her oblivion. The glorious pain of his orgasm made his whole body ache; he couldn't even tell if he was still standing or not. He clamped his eyes shut, trying to hold onto the sensation of her as long as he could.

Finally, the energy was drained from Fen'Harel's body and he collapsed on top of Soora in a breathless fit.

Fen'Harel…

As if he heard her thoughts, Fen'Harel silently gathered her into his arms and kissed her once more.

I will hold you like this again, Soora...I promise.


ADD NOTE: Finally we're getting to the end. Only a few more chapters (7 or 8) and then that's it.