She held onto him, adoringly, letting the words bounce around in her mind. It wasn't until she finally processed those words when her body instantly tensed and she flung herself from his embrace. "Oh! Oh. Oh no..." she wasn't exactly sure how to react to his confession. She wanted to believe he was lying or this was some joke he was playing, some form of teasing to poke fun at her reaction. She watched his expression, waiting for that sly grin of his to creep onto his face, instead his face fell in despair and embarrassment and he turned away from her.
"This isn't some joke of yours is it?" she was desperate for his response, what ever it may be, "You're truly him?" She felt desperate for air. Feeling the blood drain from her face she felt her legs shake before she dropped to her knees in sudden exhaustion. Hearing her fall behind him, he turned around to see her on the ground gripping the soil in an effort to stay stable. He returned to his position before her and sunk to his knees, placing his hands on her shoulders to keep her from collapsing into the dirt.
"I am so sorry." Sincerity and pain flooded his voice and she forced out a small laugh.
"I'm an idiot!" her breathing had quickened and she could feel the panic boiling over and spill into her words.
"Wolf-man. Magical wolf-man. Wants to be called Fen? Oh Creators..." she finally brought her eyes up to his, "Not you! Or maybe. I have...What? Oh, I feel sick." She wrapped her arms around her stomach and leaned forward until her head pressed against his chest.
"I'll take you home!" He picked her up and cradled her between his arms. Through her breaths she managed to say, "No! Don't take me... I need those herbs!"
"You can barely breathe!" he declared, prepared to ignore her protest and take her back home. That is until he felt the heel of her foot kick back into his side. "This is important dammit! Take me to the creek!" she knew being angry would just rush the blood to her head but she was in desperate need of those plants, otherwise she would have to buy them and be unable to pay Jun and Yanos the next week.
Pushing past his irritation he knelt down enough for her to grab her basket and began walking towards the creek as she demanded.
I
Letting her relax upon a small hill overlooking the creek bed allowed her a moment to rest and collect her thoughts as she watched Fen'Harel dig through the frigid water for lotus roots. She watched him carefully as she pulled the leaves from the stem of the other plants he gathered for her. The Pantheon and their individual temples were located in various districts around Arlathan. 'The Gods rarely ever left the sanctity of their temples, so what could be the reason for Fen'Harel to venture so far away from his sanctuary?' She wondered.
With a handful of lotus blossoms and roots he staggered up the small hill, exhausted and cold from the water. She motioned for him to sit and rest with her and with a small grunt dropped to the ground beside her and placed the plants inside the small basket.
His leg was hurting him, that much was evident by his expression. She reached into her basket and pulled out a small vial of green liquid and gave it to him. As he took the vial from her hands he felt as though his stomach would disintegrate at the sight of it. After all this time he couldn't figure out why she couldn't make these more palatable. After a moment of mental preparation and a painful swallow he felt his whole body shiver in disgust at the foul taste.
Then he heard a chuckle.
He had heard her laugh a few times before, but this to him was like hearing music for the first time in ages. He felt the tension and uneasiness from earlier quickly dissolve in that moment and smiled to himself as the elixir began easing away his pain. His chest felt swollen with happiness as he looked over to see her softly smiling at him while she continued her work.
"I never would have thought a God could be so..." her voice was cut off by an eager kiss. With his hand threaded through her hair, he kept her head in place as he let his lips taste hers. With his other hand he reached out for hers and grabbed the leaves from her fingers and tossed them to the side before pulling her body closer to his.
She let his hands wander over her skin, her clothes, gripping her hair as the kiss became more passionate. She fell back into the plush grass and pulled him on top of her before letting her fingers run over the edge of his jaw and caress the short, soft hair on the side of his head. Pulling away from her lips he began placing tender bites down her neck, licking the pink flesh as he traveled lower to the swell of her chest.
Her breathing became shallow and quick, her body shivering with anticipation and chill, she pulled his head from her chest and placed a kiss on his soft lips.
"It's getting colder." She said between their lips as he eagerly returned her kiss. He didn't want to hear any excuses, he felt teased and helpless before her, the beast inside him was going mad with lust each time he inhaled in her scent. "I-I..." he let his head press against her chest and let out a tortured groan. He pulled his body off hers and quickly gathered her plants and placed them inside her basket before standing to assist her up from her reclined position. The wind had increased by the time they found the trail and the icy chill told them both that a cold storm was brewing.
He held her to his side as they walked down the beaten path in an effort to keep her somewhat warm. The trees managed to dampen the wind mostly, but through the canopy the sky had become dark and grey. About halfway home they felt the stinging daggers of the freezing rain hit their faces and before long the sleet had drenched them both. The frozen rain was quick and violent, by the time they found the edge of the forest the entire valley was covered in an icy slush.
He let go of her and they both ran as fast as they could the final mile back to her home. Their feet were red from the freezing pain and the tips of their ears felt as though they would break off, but they finally made it home. She peeled off her wet shawl and he shrugged off his jacket as they both made their way upstairs to her room. She walked to her fireplace and tried stoking the embers to ignite the logs she placed, but the logs were too fresh. With a quick snap of his fingers he set the logs ablaze instantly and began pulling off his wet shirt and depositing it, along with his jacket, into the wicker basket next to the door. She stood up and grabbed a plush white towel from a basket next to her bathtub and gave it to him. He took the towel eagerly and stood in front of the fire as he dried his body, watching her as she sat on the edge of the large tub.
She lifted the hair from her back and began wringing out all the cold water into the bathtub. Fen'Harel saw how her soaking dress clung to her curved body and he felt hypnotized watching the tips of her breast stand out against the cold fabric, bouncing with each breath. He turned away from her to watch the fire blaze and give her some privacy; she appreciated the gesture as she began peeling off her wet dress and stockings. After discarding her clothes and putting on her robe she grabbed a comb and walked towards Fen'Harel to sit in front of the fire and brush her hair.
He sat down next to her, wringing out the water from his hair into the towel and watch her as she delicately picked out the tangles from her matted mane. Once she was finished and laid the comb on the floor, he pulled her to him and began licking and biting her neck once more. She gave a soft moan and he pulled her further into his lap, kissing her chilled skin and licking the water that dripped from her hair onto her chest. The heat from his breath warmed her and she clenched her thighs together as the sudden pulse of lust began playing with her most sensitive spot. She held his head between her hands and hugged him to her chest as she peppered small kisses to his forehead before lifting his lips to hers. He felt the water from his hair drip down his face and broke the kiss for a moment to wipe his head on the shoulder of her robe before resuming.
The kiss grew longer and more passionate with each breath they could take and soon he could no longer stand the teasing kisses and tender touches; he let his hands grasp her neck and slide down her shoulders and underneath her robe, exposing her breasts to the heat of his body and cold chill of the room. He brought her up to sit in his lap, her hands gathering the bottom of her robe into her lap to cover her sex, and let her straddle his thighs as he let his hands gently massage her breast before bringing the tip to his lips. Hooking an arm around her back and pulling her tight to his chest he gently stroked the nipple with his tongue before rolling the hardened tip between his teeth. The quick breath and moan which escaped her lips had him growling against her in agony as the feeling of the tight confinement of his breeches against his hardened member grew worse.
Hearing his voice rumble in his chest was incredible. The lust he had for her, the growls, the bites, it felt as though he were the dreaded beast of legends, taking her as his sacrifice. She loved this feeling of being affectionately devoured by an incredible being; as though she had no control over what was to happen next. He teased each breast with his fingers and bites and it wasn't long before she felt the slick nectar of her sex drip from her onto his leather breeches.
With a quick movement he gathered her up and laid her flat on the floor between him and the fireplace before continuing his torturous abuse on her breasts. Unknotting the loosened sash from her robe allowed the material to fall and expose her body to the air, he pulled back to sit on his heels and paint a mental picture of her position in his head. With the robe underneath her and her legs close to prevent him from spying her wetness, she reminded him of an image he spied in one of the lewd picture novels which some young men would hide underneath their beds. He smiled to himself at the comparison before spreading her legs to permit him closer to her mouth as he bit her bottom lip playfully.
"What are you smiling about?" she asked as she returned his gentle kiss.
"I was just thinking about having you painted like this for my temple." She gave him a quiet chuckle as she wove her fingers through his hair, deepening their kiss.
"That's awful, don't say that." But her smile gave away her jest.
"It would increase attendance. Marble carvings of your exposed body in my offering chamber would bring even Andruil to my temple." He had to laugh at himself for that one. Not finding the thought of her naked body plastered around his temple nearly as amusing she reached down between them and softly grabbed the taut mass of his breeches, instantly silencing his laughter and replacing it with a tortured moan.
His head dropped between her breasts and he began trailing hungry kisses down her stomach. "Let's see how you enjoy being played with." His fingers fluttered their touch against her wet folds, eliciting a sudden breath. "Shaved? Were you hoping I would notice?" His lewd remarks were starting to feel embarrassing, but her face flushed and her breath seized when he eventually found a very sensitive area to toy with his tongue.
"And what is this?" There was a hint of delight to his voice as he drew his fingers up to the small silver ring piercing the thin flesh above her clit. "It would seem you are not as uptight as I originally thought." He gave the ring a quick flick with his finger and watched as her arms clutched to her breast and her back bow slightly against the floor. Toying with that little ring had made her extremely sensitive to his touches. As he pressed the ring down into her clit she would fight back her moans, but when his tongue played with the small accessory she found herself losing the battle.
"You know...not very many women get these little, accoutrements." He would be the first to admit taking more than his fair share of women to bed, but rarely did he ever see these piercings on those women. It was practically a taboo to have these done, let alone asking someone else to do this to you as a request; he had to ask her where she obtained it.
"I did it myself, when I was younger." She seemed rather proud of it and he wasn't one to argue. The lissome build of her body accompanied by the small glittering steel peeking out from between her sex was a very arousing sight. "Why? If you don't mind me asking." She shot him a shameless look as her hands slid down her body to the very ring in question. "I love how it feels."
He watched as she massaged the ring against her clit in a gentle circle; his mind went instantly blank. She would not beg for his touch, not yet. She sat up and kissed him teasingly before pulling on the leather stings of his breeches. The sudden tug from the ever-present tightness in his trousers had jostled his mind awake and he assisted her in freeing his heavy erection from their confines. The sudden release in pressure coaxed a sigh of relief until the pressure was replaced with the gentle squeeze of her delicate fingers. It had been years since her last sexual encounter with another man, but she could already tell he was an impressive size from what she was previously accustomed to.
The slow stroking from her hand and the gentle kisses she placed on his lips and neck could be classified as torture in his mind. Stimulating all his senses at once, he couldn't be sure exactly how long he could let this continue. The wind battered against the house with strong gusts as ice pelted the window panes. The fire crackled and spit against the decorative metal screen, the room smelt of burning pine while the fire cast a dim, orange glow across the room, but none of that broke his attention from the lust filled look she gave him.
"How do you want me?" she whispered, removing her hand from his pulsing shaft she placed the soft pads of her fingers on his jaw line and kissed the small hollow on his chin.
"On your back. Open to me." and as he commanded she lay on the floor, bringing her knees up enough to let her feet brace to each side. He hooked his arm underneath her rear and drew her hips up into his lap before sinking into her with his hardened cock. The silver ring glowed to reflect the orange heat surrounding the room and he watched it closely as he began slowly thrusting into her.
"Y-You feel larger than I t-thought you would..." her breaths were quickly becoming labored with each slow pull along his erection. Starting slow and letting her feel accustomed to his size was a test of his fortitude. He smiled down at her, letting the sweat fall from his brow onto her belly and watching as it slowly trailed up to the underside of her breasts. "Am I now?"
Deciding to test their coupling he gave her a quick, hard thrust, smirking when it brought forth a loud cry of ecstasy from her mouth. "That was beautiful. Let me hear more..." he quickened his pace, listening to her pleasure mount. Just as she was nearing the peak of her bliss he pulled out suddenly, much to her dismay. She was so close she habitually wanted to grind the ring into her and finish, but his hand caught her wrist before she could.
"No. Not yet. Turn over." His cock was twitching at the sudden cease in action and his eyes spoke of urgency and need. She did as she was told, bringing her knees up and turning to the side, but the movement was not fast enough for him. He picked her up and brought her down on her knees, pressing his hand down on her shoulder blades until her chest was flush against the floor. It was a bit difficult to breathe in this position but she endured, feeling the slickness of her sex dripping onto the floor underneath her. He wasted no time diving into her in this new position, and he knew she would greatly appreciate the added stimulation. His thrusts were quick and deep and with each impact he hit against that tiny ring she enjoyed so much.
Her cries were becoming more desperate, "Please! Mercy!"
He gave a deep laugh as he used his hands to grip her hips and bring her down hard against him with each new thrust. "You know Gods require a penance, sweet vixen. And I will have mine." With one hand snaked underneath her, he sent a small pulse of magic through her ring.
She cried out to the floorboards. Her climax had her shaking and he could feel each tremor rack her body as he thrust violently into her, desperate to join her. "T-Tight! I'm almost there! Almost..."
"No, please!" she cried through her orgasm, "Please don't! Not inside me!" her voice was almost pained as she pleaded with her lover.
He wanted to come badly inside her, but knew he would hate himself if he abandoned her trust, to do the one thing she pleaded against. With a few more powerful strokes he withdrew himself and his climax came violently. His seed spattered against her rear, letting the warm viscous liquid drip down her backside and thighs until it dripped down her sex and into her own pool below. They were panting, gasping for air as she gently collapsed to her side beneath him.
"Thank you." Was all she said.
"We are a mess. Let me run a bath for us." His legs were shaky and his body felt tired and heavy but he managed to stand and shrug off the rest of his breeches before pumping water into the tub.
She gathered her robe to clean the pool of sex from the floor and threw it into her laundry basket. Pushing herself off the floor with trembling arms she sat on the floor and tried to palm her hair down.
After a few minutes of filling the bathtub he placed his hand into the water and heated the bath for them. Promptly entering the steamy water he beaconed for her to join. Standing from her lounged position on the floor, gathered her hair in front of her shoulder and she slid into the water ahead of him. She lay back against his broad chest, letting him cup the water over her body, washing away the evidence of their night while kissing her neck lovingly. She felt as though she could just fall asleep against him and he felt quite the same.
"So tell me." He began, "Your little secret?"
"Yes, you found my little secret. And so long as you keep quiet about it, I'll let you play with it again."
