Chapter 29
MATURE CONTENT!!!
Eragon sat beside Arya's bed, face cupped in his hands. He exhaled deeply blowing some of his light brown hair off his brow. Exhaustion started settling into his bones and weighing them down like bars of steel. Arya's slow breathing helped calm him down and put him at ease. His mind seemed to slowly return to normal.
"I- I can't do this myself Saphira." Sighed Eragon.
"Then do not do it alone little one. Oromis-ebrithi, Glaedr-ebrithil, Murtagh,, Thorn, Arya, myself; all of us are here for you Eragon. Arya cares for you deeply, as deeply as your love her. You are not in this alone Eragon. You never were, Brom guided you, Murtaghed befriended you, and Arya loves you."
"We have to do it don't we? We have to help raise Evandar."
"That little hatchling will be more important than ever, in the future."
Eragon stood up and looked over at Arya. She was still asleep, a peaceful expression on her flawless face. He leaned down and brushed her lips to his.
"Eragon?" murmured Arya as he kissed her. Her eyelids fluttered open to see him next to her. She gently grabbed his arm and pulled him closer to her. He stared at her for what seemed like an eternity. Their lips meet again, this time with much more emotion. Both of them tried to convey what the other meant to them.
Eragon's hands found the edge of her silk tunic and he reached under them. With one fluid motion he pulled it off of the love of his life. She stared at him, her eyes burning with a passion he had never seen before. She reached over and started to lift his tunic as well.
After Eragon's tunic was gone Arya leaned onto his chest as he kissed her and undid her leather leggings at the same time. After she was completely naked Arya whispered in the Ancient Language.
"Eragon, I love you."
Eragon slowly pulled off his leggings as well. When both of them were completely undressed, Eragon gently spread Arya's legs open. They shared another kiss before Eragon slowly entered her. Arya gave a small moan as he did so but silenced herself by kissing Eragon. He eased in farther and farther until he reached her hymen. He stared at her for one last sign of approval. She smiled and nodded. He pulled himself back until he was almost out of her before pushing in with one fast motion.
Arya felt as if every part of her were on fire with passion. When Eragon pierced her hymen she uttered a long moan of pleasure. The two lovers began moving together at a rhythm and tempo, neither stopped staring at the other. The barrier in her mind that concealed her emotions seemed to shatter into a million glass shards. Happiness, pleasure, lust, and relief flooded through her. She wrapped her arms around Eragon's neck and whispered into his ear, "I love you." as tears flooded down her cheeks.
Arya wrapped her legs around his waist to push him even deeper into her. Each thrust seemed to trigger electric jolts in her body. They continued with renewed momentum. Each knew that the other was nearing the edge of their endurance.
Eragon felt as if no one else existed in the world other than Arya and himself. He knew for the first time just how much he cared about her, and just how much she felt about him. He smiled as a single crystal tear ran out of the corner of his eye and off his chin.
As the two of them neared their climax Eragon gave one final thrust that pierced straight into her womb. With a cry both of them climaxed at the same time, sweat running off their shaking frames. Eragon poured himself into her as she moaned. The two fell back to bed as reality came crashing around them. Eragon slowly eased himself out of her as he whispered in the Anicent Language.
"I love you."
They stared at each other and smiled, eyes communicating for them as they drifted off.
Eragon sat up as and looked around as rays of golden sunlight illuminated the room. He looked next to him and saw that Arya was already up. He got up and saw that Arya was taking a bath. He pulled on his leggings and his shirt and decided to attempt to make breakfast.
Arya walked out of the shower dressed in her normal back leather. She was surprised to see Eragon making breakfast.
"You cook?" asked Arya in her singsong voice.
Eragon smiled and replied, "Oromis-ebrithil taught me how to. Apparently it was custom for newer riders to cook for the elders. It was considered an honor."
As Eragon finished, the two of them sat down at a table to enjoy the meal Eragon had cooked. Arya brought out a bottle faelnirv for them to share. As the couple ate, talked, and laughed the sun's rays danced merrily over Du Weldenvarden.
