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Chapter 11
I reveled in the feel of Tamlen's fingers smoothing the sacred blood over my neck as my own smeared the life force upon his cheeks. My heart was racing uncontrollably as I shuddered in heat, my gaze surely eating him alive.
"Blessed by the Goddess be the daughter that conquers...."
The chorus that sang to the Goddess sounded miles and miles away from where we stood, completely taken with one another. My body still swayed to and fro though I could barely make out the sound of the rhythmic drums anymore. I was completely entranced by Tamlen's gaze, the heat that smoldered in pale blue depths, the fierce hunger that caused something within my own belly to stir in response.
His strong fingers gripped my left wrist and before I could utter a surprised gasp I was hoisted effortlessly up and over his shoulder. Held firmly in place about the thighs, the length of my dark hair swept the cool tall grasses and I could not help but laugh in delight as he carried me off, away from the dancing and drumming.
The night's breeze was a cool kiss upon my exposed tanned flesh, and I felt a bit dizzy once Tamlen settled me to my bare feet. I blinked a few times, rising to my toes to brush my lips over his. My ears perked as I heard a rustling several yards behind him and smiled to see it was only my loyal wolf.
"I may never have privacy again."
I had to laugh softly, nodding to where a feral set of golden eyes watched.
"Not if I can help it. If left to me you would never leave my sight."
"That may not be so bad."
I grinned, feeling his strong arms wrap about my waist, urging me into his lap. My thighs straddled his as I wriggled a bit, getting comfortable. My fingertip traced over the fine lines of his Valaslin as I mused softly to myself, hoping my own ceremony would be sooner than later. I do not know if it was the music, or the dancing, the ritual magic of the eve that had me so fascinated with him, needing to know every detail of his handsome face. Perhaps it was a combination of it all.
Moonlight bathed us in mysterious slivers of silvery light through the grove of majestic trees as we simply gazed at each other, not needing to speak. His fingertips traced over the curve of my left ear, sending delicious hot shivers to resonate through my being. My own fingers continued to memorize and trace over his cheeks where the hare's blood was now dried, the shape of his warm lips. Tamlen's arousal was more than apparent through the soft leather of his trousers and I blushed a bit, burying my face into the silken warmth of his neck. Gods he smelled good. And I rather liked the feel of his hardening arousal between my thighs, my hips shifting a bit closer to his.
His hands moved to stroke the long length of my dark hair, soothingly, before coming to gently cup my face and lift my shy gaze to his. What I saw there took my breath away, the mix of tenderness and desire, the depth of warmth and care. I knew without a doubt that he loved me and would never hurt me. When my lips finally pressed to his it was with the full abandon of everything that filled my heart.
Our kiss grew deeper and bolder, my arms drawing him as close as possible as his hands gently whispered over my back. I could not stop tasting him, my tongue delving deeper within his warm mouth, the little groans of pleasure he made in the back of his throat fueling the heat of my desire for him. We were both shaking when Tamlen finally broke the kiss, his face flushed.
"Tamlen... have you ever..?"
My voice sounded raw and hot as I tried to stammer out the question I already knew the answer to.
"Shhh my love.. No... only you. It will only be you..."
I do not know why I had to ask, or try to ask, perhaps it was the insecurity of a woman's heart. Well almost a woman. My soft lips began to tenderly kiss over his high cheekbones, his brow and eyelids as my hands drifted down to his waist, fingers gripping the bottom of his thin woven shirt. The wool was incredibly soft to my touch, my green eyes surely wide as I feasted upon the slowly revealed visage of his bare chest. I drew back long enough to pull the garment over his head, sending those honeyed strands of flax to fall haphazardly over his broad shoulders. Tamlen's eyes widened in a bit of surprise yet the smile on his lips was warm as ever if not a bit more intimate. My fingers stroked over the planes of his chest, exploring, marveling at the silky feel of his skin, the tension of the muscle beneath.
My enamored gaze never left his as I felt his hands ease over my sides, stroking the rich dark feathers, slowly traveling over the flat of my belly to smooth over my breasts. My back arched a bit, to offer invitation, permission, the stance of my bared thighs widening as a rush of heat rose between the closeness of our bodies. We gazed at each other in new wonder, slowly wading into this ever deepening pool.
The black suede of my skirt rode tight about my slender hips and I ached to feel those hands over my bare skin, to make a reality the years I had dreamed of just this. My fingers brushed over his as he unhooked the bodice of my savage costume, his gasp sweet to my ears as feathers gently fell away. I had to stand to tug the fringed leather down past my thighs and ankles, carefully folding the garment to place away. I gave a little toss to my hair to send it rippling down my back, watching him with a smile as he kicked off his boots and pulled at the drawstring of his snug leather pants. Perhaps now was the time for the "something special" and I offered the love of my life a moment of privacy. My fingers slipped into the bodice of feathers I had worn to retrieve a sacred element, something taught to me when I had learned to master herbalism. I palmed the small vial, it's content nothing more than the fermented honey of wild bees, the extracted essence of sirenbloom and elfroot. It would sweeten the evening, a slight heightening of the senses, but really no more than a skin of wine would accomplish.
"And what do we have here? Hmm?"
I felt the heat of his strong hands on my bare hips as I tightened my grip on the vial, giggling devilishly.
"Oh just a little something to sweeten your lips further my love. I could not stash away a bottle of wine within my scant costume now could I?"
"Oh? No I suppose you could not, and I am rather glad you didn't. Would be a crime to distract from such beauty with some ungainly bottle."
I felt his fingers tighten, dig into the flesh of my naked hips as he forcibly turned me around to face him, my swift right hand snapping to the small of my back, the vial concealed from view. He was as I was, naked save the soft caress of leather that covered the loins. I breathed in his scent and wondered if I needed the vial at all, he was so heady and masculine and alive. He smelled of pure passion, a spice I could taste even now that was inviting and surely addictive. That ravenous blue eyed gaze slowly drank in my nudity, savoring the full curve of my breasts, the deepening color of my nipples as they stiffened in the cool kiss of the evening's kiss of breeze. I could smell my own arousal, the sweet warm musk rising and I flushed deeply to realize my thighs glistened wetly, betraying my desire for him.
"You are so very beautiful when you blush...."
It was not a tease, his voice resonated with an awe I had not heard before and suddenly the ground beneath my bare feet was not so interesting. Slowly I lifted my green eyes, licking my lips as I drew my hand forth to offer him the vial. Tamlen took it from my hand and easily cracked the seal, taking a small sip before handing it back. I glanced to the stars, the moon peeking between treetops as I drew the vial to my lips and finished it's contents, my mind and body growing so pleasantly warm. He kissed me with a deep tenderness that made my heart and body flame. I tossed the vial away as Tamlen drew me close once more, easing me to the warmth of his lap.
We began to explore each others bodies once more, the fortitude of the sweet ancient elixir easing the awkwardness a bit. His strong hands kneaded my breasts, his palms teasing my nipples until they throbbed and I moaned, my own slender hand daring beneath the skimpy thong of leather he wore. How hot to the touch he was, and thick, my fingers curled around his length to ease in strokes up and down his member and I heard those delightful little cries of pleasure again. I wanted to hear more of those. The head was soft, sensitive, judging by his moans, and I wished to taste it, feel his desire, taste it. My hips shifted forward as my back arched, slender hands reaching to cup my breasts to feed my aching nipples to his lips and tongue. Ohhhh I was gonna lose it right here and now. This was too good.
A throbbing pulse and lava hot wetness scalded my loins, leaving me aching for more.
'Tamlen...."
My whisper was ragged, hot, needy, my grip tightening over his hardness as the tip of his tongue teased at my taut tightening nipples. I could not breathe nor speak, my one hand stroking the length of him as the other eased through his loose flaxen hair. My thighs were hopelessly wet, it was an agony not to mount him here and now.
"Shhh, my love. My heart. Trust me....."
He would save such consummation for after my hunter's trial, when I would wear the Valaslin upon my flesh. His was beyond beautiful, the lines of his limbs perfectly etched to draw out grace and strength. I touched every fine line of dark ink seared upon his lightly tanned skin, my lips licked and kissed, my teeth nibbling at his thighs, the backs of his knees to hear those heated cries of pleasure rise from his tightened throat. I glanced back once, over my naked shoulder to meet his charged gaze, my fingers easing again beneath the now damp leather of his thong. My hips were poised, my own untouched treasure mere inches from his wet warm lips, my soft leather thong soaked to ruin. The hushed but heated cry that rose from his lips was the only answer I needed and I drew back the wet leather, inhaling our mingled scent, my fingers gripping anew his thickness, marveling at it. Beautiful.
I heard the ripping sound before I felt the frail strip of leather tear away from my hips, leaving myself utterly naked. I am sure I bushed scarlet to my knees, feeling that warm sweet breath rise and further tease the wetness of my loins. I held poised, like some great lioness over her prey, one hand clenching the earth, digging fingertips deep, the soil pushing beneath my fingertips. My free hand tightened fingers and stroked as my lips drew close, pursing to press a kiss to the blood infused head of his manhood, daring a tiny lap of my tongue to taste just at the tip, sneak into that little slit.
He tasted salty and musky, and my tongue dared more, stroking along his length, lapping at his balls before kissing and licking to the tip again. Each moan that fell from his exquisite lips drove me to more intimate acts of pleasure. I wanted my love to know joy. I needed him to know I loved him. My lips gently embraced the head of his manhood and I felt his hot tongue lap at my virgin folds. How I shook, my thighs all trembling, how wet he made me.
I moaned helplessly as he nibbled and lapped at my sopping labia, the tip of that searing tongue finally hitting home upon my clitoris as his lips sucked hard. I held fast to his thick rigid stiffness, stroking with my hand where my lips could not, yet I wanted to feel him throb, taste his need. Gently and with the guidance of a fist in my dark mane, he guided me to a rhythm, sucking and licking, all but gagging as he swelled and thrust. I had tears in my eyes as I shuddered in pleasure, feeling him stiffen and release into my suckling mouth. I shut my eyes tight as the bitterness came, tart, almost bleach like yet I swallowed.
I collapsed, my face buried in his thighs, he was still kissing mine sweetly. I had never heard that the male taste was so bitter. I wondered if such could be changed. I had a lot to learn about sex, but I was ultimately happy, I would brave any bitterness to make him happy. Eventually, I felt those sleek muscled strong arms draw me close and I settled into the familiar crook of his shoulder.
"I love you Sahira."
"I love you too Tamlen."
I was determined however to spike his morning tea with honey in the future.