The days of travelling blended together, with little to show for it. They had stopped close to villages they passed, Eleesia electing to investigate the village and obtain supplies and information. Although Lancelot could track their kind, it had seemed they had wizened up to his abilities enough to confuse him now and then. She wasn't sure how, but Eleesia was determined to find them. Lancelot hadn't seemed too thrilled with the idea, but he desired to return to his very nature, as a fey. She wasn't a fool enough to think he could shed the very darkness the church had shaped within him, but she had hopes he could find a peace he was otherwise denied. She intended to help him.
the little information she had been able to salvage, hadn't helped them in the slightest. The information was often wrong or old. She hadn't been able to make deeper enquiries in case the humans around her had discovered what she was. Unfortunately, some of the humans thought very much like the paladins and agreed with the cleansing. She had no desire to fight her way out, if she could possibly find what she needed without fuss, they wouldn't remember her, and hopefully they could keep the paladins from finding them. She had no doubt the church would be hunting for their weeping traitor, should they catch up to them, Lancelot would become their most important demonstration of the ritualistic cleansing they participated in. they would make an example of him, such an example that history would be feeling the effects for generations to come. Eleesia wouldn't let that happen.
The nights, were spent off to the side of the road hidden, small campfires so as not to been seen, wrapped tightly, nestled in Lancelot's warmth. Eleesia and Lancelot lived for those quiet intimate moments, revelling in the simple joy of companionships and comfort it gave them. Squirrel often slept close to them, even snuggled between them if the nights were cold. It was almost as if he were afraid, they would disappear. They didn't mind it, in fact took joy in the bond forming between the three of them, becoming a family through a shared experience.
On this particular day, was slightly outside the norm for them. They had woken and set to their routine of breaking their fast, cleaning up and disguising their campsite, before continuing in their travels. This day however found both Eleesia and Lancelot irritated with their lack of progress, and the tainted atmosphere was wrought with tension. Everything little thing they did, seemed to rub each other up the wrong way. Little squirrel was the smartest, staying mute, almost blending in with their surroundings enough that both Eleesia and Lancelot overlooked him. It was nearing late afternoon, early evening that things finally rose to a head. They had found a site appropriate to make a small camp and had dismounted. Snipping at each other, they had made quick work of tending the horses, lighting a fire, and preparing food. After they had eaten, Eleesia had stood, needing a moment to herself. Lancelot had looked at her, his stern, slightly sneering voice cutting through her.
'where do you think you're going?' she ignored him, in favour of escaping the tension wrought atmosphere before unintentional words were said. Lancelot, not appreciating being ignored reacted quickly, leaping to his feet, his steps closing the distance between them rapidly. Grabbing her arm, he yanked her hard to him and she fell into his chest.
'I asked where you were going' he snarled, his irritation now replaced with ire. Eleesia looked up to Lancelot's face, her features blank. His eyes were dark, a warning light in their depths. Stubbornness and rebellion flowed through her, and without any indication, she pushed off Lancelot, twirling around to his back to break his hold, swiping his legs out beneath him with hers and jumping back. She said nothing, watching him warily in anticipation of his reaction. She wasn't disappointed. Quick as a snake, he launched himself back with his legs, almost sliding against the ground on his back, his arm stretched out. Before she could anticipate his move, his latched onto her ankle, the force of his pull upending her onto her back. Using his grip on her ankle, he forcefully pulled her until her body rested beside his, attempting to use his body to pin her to the ground. Eleesia was having none of that, and using her legs and arms, wrapped herself around him, using his own momentum to roll him over her onto his back. She straddled his waist, the knife from her boot firm in warning against his throat. Lancelot sneered at her, showing his teeth in a show of daring, his hands gripping her upper thighs firmly.
'uh guys' squirrels incredulous voice tainted with weariness penetrated the standoff.
'stay out of it boy' they both said in concert, and squirrel sat back abruptly, his wide eyes not missing anything, his body still in shock. Eleesia looked down at Lancelot, their eyes connecting, both calculating each other. With out telepathing his move, Lancelot's hand struck, gripping her wrist, pulling the knife from her neck, rocking his pelvis up and upsetting her balance. In one seemingly smooth move, Lancelot had rolled her back underneath him, her hand holding her knife braced warningly at her own throat, her other hand secured above her head. She tilted her chin up, her eyes never once leaving his. She relaxed her muscles gradually, become limp under him, all the while Lancelot watched her. when he was sure she wasn't going to fight back, he disarmed her, cautiously standing, his gaze piercing her. he hadn't realised how much the adrenaline in her body fired her blood, for she hid it well, but he made the mistake of turning his back to her, securing her knife in his clothes.
Coming to her feet, she launched a round house kick to the back of his shoulders. Sensing the threat, he turned back, both of his hands blocking her kick at the ankle and pushing her leg back. Almost like a graceful choregraphed dance, they twirled around each other, not connecting with kicks or hits, but adequately blocking them. It was like they were both sides of the same coin, as if they had trained together throughout their lives. Squirrel watched in amazement, his eyebrows disappearing into his hair line, his jaw hanging open as the two moved around each other with such lethal predatory grace, captivating him in its beauty.
Suddenly squirrel winced, instinctually understanding the move Eleesia had attempted to do had fallen short. She calculated wrongly and Lancelot took full opportunity to move in for the kill. Eleesia had over spun, her arm out. He allowed her momentum to continue pulling her around, grabbing her wrist and pulling it up behind her back, his other hand wrapping around her collar bone from behind. Without stopping, he rushed her forward, so that they were no longer within squirrels immediate eyesight. However, Eleesia, saw the tree he intended to pin her against come closer, and at the last minute, jumped up, forcing Lancelot to take her weight as her feet met the body of the tree until her knees bent. She pushed off hard, and Lancelot was forced back, letting her go as he stumbled. She landed on her feet, twirling to face him, but he had recovered quickly, dropping to swipe her legs from under her. she landed on her back, winded.
Once she caught her breath, she looked to see Lancelot above her, her thighs wrapped around his waist, her hands restrained in his above her head. Their gazes collided for a moment, before his lips crushed hers in a bruising kiss. Her back arched, arousal flooding her system. She tightened her legs, her thighs gripping Lancelot's hips firmly, a dark moan escaping her throat. Lancelot thrust hard into the damp heat between her legs, his strength, the play of muscles she could feel eliciting a darker, far more predatory feeling to sweep through her. her teeth found his bottom lip, a feral instinct causing her to bite his bottom lip, drawing blood. he hissed, and she allowed him to withdraw from her.
he shifted, using one hand to restrain her hands, lifting the other to the small wound she had given him. Pulling his fingers back, his eyes darkened, seeing his own blood on them. His eyes found hers again, her defiance clear in their depths. A wickedly carnal grin slowly spread onto his face. With an unnatural grace and speed, Eleesia found herself on her stomach, her body slightly twisted, with her forearm half bracing her. Lancelot's hands dug into the ground either side of her shoulders, his torso lining the entire length of hers from shoulder to ass, his legs parting hers as his groin nestled tightly into her. she was breathless with the move, even more so as she felt his nose and lips sensually follow the line of her throat. A matching animalistic need filled her, her body rising to curve into his tightly, a whine in her throat. His mouth opened, his breaths sending goose bumps over her shoulder, resettling his weight onto one hand. The other one dived under her, his fingers running temptingly up the inside of her thigh in a carnal promise.
'you'll burn for that love' his voice was husky with arousal, a dark promise she wanted more then anything. She thrust back against him; her breath harsh as she panted wantonly. His fingers slipped between her thighs, cupping her intimately. She groaned in approval, feeling inflamed. Her voice when she spoke was full of need, invitation, teasing him with her possible submission.
'oh, but what a way to burn'. He sucked in his breath, burying his groin harder into her. her head tipped back, and she whined again. His hand travelled up to her breast, teasing it, watching her as pleasure filled her. she closed her eyes, arching against him. Both of them began to tremble, as adrenalin turned into pure molten need burning through their veins. Lancelot could stand it no more, moving to release her pants. Eleesia could barely think past the haze of pleasure that ripped through her, as Lancelot yanked her to her knees to wrench her pants down her thighs. His followed, his erection springing up against his stomach. Gripping Eleesia's hips, he lined himself up with her entrance and thrusted into her harshly. She cried out, partly in shock, the intense pleasure ricocheting through her. he swore with reverence, feeling her wet tight heat wrap around him. Stilling for a moment, Lancelot felt like he saw heaven. Reaching forward, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, his hand coming to cup low on her throat. She felt as he pulled her torso upright, her hands moving, one gripping his hip, the other clutching at his arm.
She arched her back, to aid him in keeping him in her as deeply as possible. With a grunt he started moving, thrusting into her forcefully, her moans of appreciation encouraging him. Eleesia held on, feeling the blistering heat he created inside her rising ferociously. This was not love making, this was a pure animalistic predatory need, a man marking his woman. Her nails dug into the skin of his hip, splitting the skin. The hiss at her neck pre-empted the feel of his teeth grazing her neck before he bit down, her cry of combined pain and pleasure echoing through the trees. His thrusts became harder, so much so that she lost her balance, his hands aiding in her fall to steady her on her hands and knees. He gripped her hips harder, enough to bruise Eleesia's delicate skin. The sounds leaving her throat turned harsh, a mish mash of tenors that encouraged him on. He leant forward, his hands moving to grip her shoulders to brace her against his thrusts. She moved her legs as far open as she could, her pants restricting her. her back arched as she dropped to her forearms, allowing his penetration to become deeper. She felt her muscles clench in preparation, as she felt the promise of ecstasy filling her.
'Lancelot…' she continually begged him, yearning for the release she knew he could give her. his thrusts became bruising in intensity, as if he were trying to force himself as deeply inside of her as she could. His rhythm faulted, his desperation to reach his own promise of completion tightening his muscles. Hard muscle rippled under silky skin as he braced himself for the sudden burst of pleasure, he could feel approaching. Eleesia felt it, hanging on the edge of the precipice, a momentary standstill before the fall. And fall she did, her orgasm crashing through her, screaming out as her muscles gripped him hard, milking him. She trusted back against him, her body taunt in the most extreme pleasure she had experienced.
When Lancelot felt Eleesia tip over the edge, he couldn't help it. He fell after her, his body taut, forcing himself as deep into her as he could, growingly loudly as he felt his seed spill from him, filling her. he pulled out slightly, thrusting in hard again, groaning her name. he felt when her orgasm ended, felt her body begin to give out beneath him. He went with her, falling slightly to the side so his full weight was not on her. he was still inside her, his body jerking slightly as her internal muscles continued to ripple against his length. He snaked an arm around her waist, burying his head against the skin between her shoulder blades, his breath harsh on her skin. They took their time, luxuriating in the hazy feeling their fall into ecstasy left them, enjoying the breeze rapidly cooling their heated sweat soaked skin. Lancelot's hand moved to caress the skin it touched, creating goose bumps to form on Eleesia's abdomen, as it travelled down between her legs. Her sharp intake of breath sounded as he left her body, his teeth nipping her skin, when his fingers caught their mixed essence that leaked out of her. She moaned as she felt Lancelot rubbing the sticky fluid over her skin between her legs and on her inner thighs.
'I've dreamt of you like this, your skin glistening of our combined juices….' his voice hushed, seductive in its quality.
'Lancelot' she breathed out like a whispered prayer. Lancelot's lingering kiss between Eleesia's shoulder blades caused shudders to rake down her back. She could barely move, from the deep ache that permeated her pelvis area, Lancelot had left her with, didn't even want to contemplate moving from the warmth and security his body provided as it sheltered her. his hand moved again until it settled wetly on her abdomen, smearing the residual stickiness on her skin. a deeply satisfied grin spread across her face, still locked in a haze of pure bliss as Lancelot's mouth worshipped her back. Her hand moved to lightly twine with his, as his fingers stroked her skin, the actions of a dominant possessive male. She melted against his masculinity, in pure feminine satisfaction, completely forgetting the argument that had started everything. Eleesia settled into a light doze, confident Lancelot would protect her, as his possession of her cooled and hardened on her skin.
Lancelot's sigh of relaxation awakened Eleesia from her doze. She stretched in his arms, turning as she did so. His hand caressed the plains of her body, luxuriating in her curves and soft decadent skin. A lazy grin sported her lips, as she opened her eyes to face Lancelot. His eyes showed his amusement, the corner of his mouth lightly quirked. Watching her watch, him, his eyes roamed her features. Before long, his head dipped, kissing her deeply and languidly, her hands moving to curve around his neck. She moaned in appreciation, re opening her eyes as he broke the kiss.
'that was a long time in coming' Lancelot said lowly, his voice a seductive purr. The smile on Eleesia's lips grew.
'i'm not complaining, although I would have to ask your intentions' his eyebrow cocked up, the motion one of enquiry, encouraging her to continue.
'do you always intend to win an argument like that' her eyes scoured his naked skin. a darkly amused carnal grin lit Lancelot's face, his hand roaming her body possessively, coming to cup her jaw, turning her head towards his.
'if it works' he stately simply. Eleesia's eyes focused on his, her face dropping slightly, her eyebrows raising slightly in recognition of his words.
'really…. Then I'll have to make sure to always get the upper hand' she alluded to their fight beforehand. Lancelot's amusement turned lustful, his eyes alight with and intensity that sent shivers racking Eleesia's frame.
'your fighting fuels my desire love' he leant down, his lips caressing her sensitive ear as they lightly brushed it when he spoke.
'ill pin you beneath me, I'll fuck you hard until you beg, and then ill fuck you harder. You'll burn for me by the time i'm done' the dark promise whispered so enticingly in her ear fuelled her renewed desire. Her nails dug into his skin in reaction, her leg moving to curve over his hip. His hand moved to grip her thigh, holding her leg in place as he whispered against her ear again.
'your body will be full of my possession, so much so my seed will overflow and taint your thighs…. everyone will know your mine love' he promised her
'always' she whispered her vow to him, meeting his ferocious kiss.
'they'll scent me on you….' His quiet pledge filled her with a raw pure unholy unadulterated need
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Squirrel had gotten up in an attempt to follow Eleesia and Lancelot, worried they would go to far and kill each other. But when their positions had registered in his mind, he scampered away, finding a nice crevice to hide in, burying his head within his arms. He so didn't want apart of what he knew what was about to happen. Glad they were no longer going to kill each other, he promised he would certainly let them know he did not want to witness their acts of love. He could go his whole life without that kind of knowledge thank you very much. He could only hope they would hurry it up. He couldn't sleep through that unholy racket….