Hiya, I'm back with another chapter. I guess I'll be including more D/G stuff, since no one's protested thus far, but be aware, the scene between the first two "*****************" will contain...well...sex. Now, I'm not going to get overly smutty with this, but it should be satisfactory. BP
Rhymes with Carriage
The young woman smiled, her eyes a deep green in the dim light. Her deep auburn hair pulled back tightly, but elegantly into a bun. "Suprised, "she said, "you should be mother. How often does a presumed dead child reappear? Not too often I suppose." "My...my dear Gwenivere!" Nadine said happily, "you came back to me. After all these long years you returned to me." Gwenivere glanced casually to the young boy who was shutting door. "Did I?" she asked indifferently.
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Gwendoline moaned in slight frustration after Dilandau moved his hand away, but she had already figured out when he positioned himself over top of her why he had stopped. She had given into him before, but it hadn't been like this. She wondered over it in the back of her mind as Dilandau had begun move, achingly slow.
Something was different, wonderfully different, aside from the fact that Dilandau had started to pick up the pace a little. "Mmm, love you....don't stop." Gwendoline said, her voice thick with anticipation and passion.
Dilandau had busied himself tasting the curve of skin between her neck and shoulder, but broke away long enough leave reassuring kisses on her cheek and whisper, "I love you," in return. Gwendoline moved her fingers across Dilandau's back, now moist with sweat, feeling the muscles tensing and relaxing with each intense stroke, until she began to grip his shoulders, preparing for the nearing climax....
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(dodging foreign objects)
A/N: There's more of that stuff at the end of the chapter, don't worry.
The door turned with a click and was locked. Nadine looked from the boy to her daughter, who now stood over, her face as dark as it was unreadable. "What...what's going on?" she asked in confusion. "Well, basically, I have need of you mother," Gwenivere said, her voice low, "Though you apparently had no need of me. Odd how easily a child can be replaced." "What are y-you talking about," Nadine stammered, "I never replaced you. You were my little ang-aak!"
Nadine's words were cut off as Gwenivere lifted Nadine out of the bed by her throat with one hand, dangling her inches off of the floor. "Come now mother, let's get this over with." she sweetly, meanwhile Nadine was fighting to free herself from the young woman's grasp.
"Let me...uuck...go..." Nadine pleaded. "Why of course," said Gwenivere, "but first, I need to make a few...adjustments."
"Gwenivere, stop this right...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
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Gwendoline gripped Dilandau's shoulders tightly, feeling as if she had forgotten how to breathe. His thrusts were intoxicatingly merciless. Gwendoline tried biting her lip to keep from screaming, but he wouldn't let her. Dilandau kissed her, hard enough to bruise her delicate lips, and to take in her cries, which were growing steadily louder. At the last instant, Dilandau released Gwendoline's mouth and drove into her one final time, causing Gwendoline to scream his name in unadulterated (A/N: I love that word) joy and himself to collapse after so many seconds.
Dilandau moved off of Gwendoline. She breathed heavily at first, but soon began relaxing, her senses gradually returning to her. They laid that way, silent, but touching gently with Dilandau carressing his loved one before the glow of the fireplace.
"Gwendoline," he said after a moment, "there is something that I wish to ask of you." "What?" Gwendoline asked. "Marry me," he said simply.
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Wahoo, I got through my first love scene (Well, second but the other one got removed.) Hurray! Anyway, any questions about the reappearance of Gwenivere and what not will be answered in upcoming chapters, so stay tuned and review, cause I need reassurance *.*! BP
Rhymes with Carriage
The young woman smiled, her eyes a deep green in the dim light. Her deep auburn hair pulled back tightly, but elegantly into a bun. "Suprised, "she said, "you should be mother. How often does a presumed dead child reappear? Not too often I suppose." "My...my dear Gwenivere!" Nadine said happily, "you came back to me. After all these long years you returned to me." Gwenivere glanced casually to the young boy who was shutting door. "Did I?" she asked indifferently.
********************
Gwendoline moaned in slight frustration after Dilandau moved his hand away, but she had already figured out when he positioned himself over top of her why he had stopped. She had given into him before, but it hadn't been like this. She wondered over it in the back of her mind as Dilandau had begun move, achingly slow.
Something was different, wonderfully different, aside from the fact that Dilandau had started to pick up the pace a little. "Mmm, love you....don't stop." Gwendoline said, her voice thick with anticipation and passion.
Dilandau had busied himself tasting the curve of skin between her neck and shoulder, but broke away long enough leave reassuring kisses on her cheek and whisper, "I love you," in return. Gwendoline moved her fingers across Dilandau's back, now moist with sweat, feeling the muscles tensing and relaxing with each intense stroke, until she began to grip his shoulders, preparing for the nearing climax....
********************
(dodging foreign objects)
A/N: There's more of that stuff at the end of the chapter, don't worry.
The door turned with a click and was locked. Nadine looked from the boy to her daughter, who now stood over, her face as dark as it was unreadable. "What...what's going on?" she asked in confusion. "Well, basically, I have need of you mother," Gwenivere said, her voice low, "Though you apparently had no need of me. Odd how easily a child can be replaced." "What are y-you talking about," Nadine stammered, "I never replaced you. You were my little ang-aak!"
Nadine's words were cut off as Gwenivere lifted Nadine out of the bed by her throat with one hand, dangling her inches off of the floor. "Come now mother, let's get this over with." she sweetly, meanwhile Nadine was fighting to free herself from the young woman's grasp.
"Let me...uuck...go..." Nadine pleaded. "Why of course," said Gwenivere, "but first, I need to make a few...adjustments."
"Gwenivere, stop this right...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
*********************
Gwendoline gripped Dilandau's shoulders tightly, feeling as if she had forgotten how to breathe. His thrusts were intoxicatingly merciless. Gwendoline tried biting her lip to keep from screaming, but he wouldn't let her. Dilandau kissed her, hard enough to bruise her delicate lips, and to take in her cries, which were growing steadily louder. At the last instant, Dilandau released Gwendoline's mouth and drove into her one final time, causing Gwendoline to scream his name in unadulterated (A/N: I love that word) joy and himself to collapse after so many seconds.
Dilandau moved off of Gwendoline. She breathed heavily at first, but soon began relaxing, her senses gradually returning to her. They laid that way, silent, but touching gently with Dilandau carressing his loved one before the glow of the fireplace.
"Gwendoline," he said after a moment, "there is something that I wish to ask of you." "What?" Gwendoline asked. "Marry me," he said simply.
**********************
Wahoo, I got through my first love scene (Well, second but the other one got removed.) Hurray! Anyway, any questions about the reappearance of Gwenivere and what not will be answered in upcoming chapters, so stay tuned and review, cause I need reassurance *.*! BP