Diablo 2: Longing to be with you (Chapter 11)
By Amethyst Haze
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Disclaimer: I do not own Diablo II, its concepts, its designs or anything else related to it. Those are the property of Blizzard Entertainment, this story is simply a non-profit tribute and parody. This story is Rated R for moments of sexual content, offensive language and violence.
Amethyst Haze's comments: If this story sounds EXTREMELY familiar to you.... then you've read the original fanfic as the NC-17 version when it was under my old pen name. I will not be writing like that anymore.
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"Nevia!" Krysta yelled, her voice echoing through the tunnels of the first floor of the complex maggot lair tunnels.
Between the sound of the quickened steps of her feet and ragged breath, Krysta heard Nevia's voice call back, "Yeah, I'm here! Keep looking for him!"
The assassin's eyes darted around, trying to see in the dim light. "Erix!!" she called out.
"Where are you, Erix??" Nevia's voice then replied in echo to the assassin's. "Erix!!!!"
While running, Nevia's foot suddenly caught in something. She tripped, falling face first into the coarse sand with a cry.
"Ugh..." she glanced down at her foot. Her boot had caught onto the pincers of a dead sand maggot. She shuddered, pulling her foot free and ignoring the stench of the oozing poison that dirtied her boots. "Gross..." She quickly got back to her feet and concentrated on her lightning magicks, specifically teleportation.
Zsssh! Nevia reappeared in another section of the tunnels. "Erix?"
She tried again, moving further away from Krysta. Zsssh! "Erix, you here? ....no..."
Zsssh! "Nope."
Zsssh! "Damn."
Zsssh! "No."
Zsssh! "Still nothing... Erix!!!"
"Nevia!!!!" Krysta called out, her voice booming through the tunnels. "Get over here!!!"
"Coming!! She cried back, her heart hopeful with the thought of Erix. Zsssh! Zsssh! Zsssh! Zsssh!
Zsssh! "Erix?" Krysta jumped back when Nevia suddenly appeared before her with a crackle of electricity. Her heart froze in terror and she instantly lifted her dangerous katars to lunge at Nevia. The sorceress quickly held up her hands, "Hey! It's me!"
"God!" Krysta hissed, still recovering from her shock "I really wish you'd just search on foot like a normal person would!"
Nevia frowned, "We have to find Erix quickly though! It's better this way."
"Alright fine, but, you didn't find anything, did you?"
She shook her head sadly, "No, not even a live maggot."
Krysta's eyebrows furrowed, "I thought so. Same thing with me." She nodded forward and Nevia looked in that direction. Before them was a burrowed hole deeper into the earth, darker than the present level they were on.
"I'm guessing that Erix already passed through here," Nevia mused loudly, a concerned expression crossing her delicate face. "It explains why we haven't been attacked by any of the maggots."
Krysta nodded, "Indeed," She glanced uneasily at the tunnel leading down. Secretly, she feared that Erix was already dead. If he had found the Queen maggot, there was no doubt in her mind that he would not have lasted two minutes against her with his tampered equipment.
Nevia fearlessly stepped forward, "Let's go."
***
Blood dripped around his arms as he fell to the ground. He turned his face away from the sand to stare up at six remaining maggots. I'm done for, he thought weakly with a horrified stare.
Erix had spent the last moments of his life fighting to stay alive. He desperately swung his metal plated arms, kicked and shoved at every attacking maggot. He even switched his auras between holy freeze and defense when he managed to sneak by one of them to run. In the end, he had been cornered and was now waiting to be the dinner of the vile creatures.
He closed his eyes, Nevia... Even though he told himself before not to think of her, he really had no say in the matter. His mind found its solace in her warm smiling face and the fading dream of being with her... forever.
"Hey!!!"
Erix twitched. He could've sworn he heard someone yelling. He drifted back to the dream. There he lay upon a soft bed with Nevia asleep in his arms. If only such a thing could happen. He could picture the sun's rays streaming in through the window, spreading across the blankets and warming their skin beneath. His eyes would sweep over Nevia's innocent expression, the one she always wore when fast asleep. That innocent look... that's what he wanted to remember with his last thought and breath within the mortal realm. The sunbeams he pictured were starting to dim much like the hopes of 'forever' with the woman he loved.
"I said, Hey!!!'" the voice yelled again. "Is someone there??"
Nevia!! He tensed, the pincers of the maggot inches away from his face. "YES!!! Help!!"
In that instant, a white hot flash of lightning illuminated the tunnels, blasting into the remaining maggots with an incomparable fury. Blood flowed from the electric-caused wounds upon the creatures. They didn't even get a moment to scream in pain. They lay motionless on the sand drenched from their blood mixed with Erix's.
Erix slowly lifted himself to his knees and weakly turned towards the voice. He shielded his eyes from the bright lantern carried. The silhouette he was obviously female. "Nevia..." he murmured before collapsing into the sand again.
***
Krysta glanced around nervously. The smell of blood, she recognized it anywhere. Turning her eyes to Nevia, she saw the pale expression she wore and knew that Nevia recognized it as well. She continued walking, the length in her strides shrinking out of fear. What if Erix was already dead? No, she thought, swallowing away her negativity. That can't be it... it just can't.
Nevia's hand suddenly shot out and grasped Krysta's wrist. The assassin stopped, turning to her quizzically. Nevia's eyes were wide, staring in disbelief at the ground. "What is it?" The assassin's eyes followed to Nevia's source of shock.
Lying on the ground was the hilt of a broken sword stained with blood. The more disturbing item was the bent and handle-less kite shield a discarded a few feet away. There were large bumps, dents, obviously made by not-so-gentle attacks.
Drawn to Erix's belongings, Nevia sank to her knees and picked up the shield. She ran her slim fingers over the metal, delving into the dents, cleaning off the flecks of blood and stopping at the moist and thick green liquid clinging to it.
Poison. More specifically, a sand or rock maggot's poison.
Picking up the broken sword, Krysta slowly touched Nevia's shoulder, realizing that they were shaking uncontrollably. "Nevia..."
A sob escaped Nevia as she turned to her friend and buried her face in her leather-clad shoulder. She took the broken, though still sharp, sword from her and tucked it into her belt with a gasping sob. She felt Krysta's arms go around her trembling shoulder's to comfort the woman. Krysta's remained stoic to push away her emotions in order to be strong for the sorceress. Really, her heart was breaking.
Louder sobs came from Nevia as she tried to speak, "It's n-not... fair..." she sobbed between gasps. Her nails dug frantically into her friend's leather armor. "Damn it!" Her cry echoed throughout the dark and stifling tunnels. Little bits of rock and soil loosened from the top of the tunnels, raining lightly to the bottom.
A sharp cry echoed through the tunnels, sending a shiver from base to neck through Krysta's spine. She didn't like that sound. More little unsettling, inhuman, sputtering sounds followed. What is that? she thought, glancing down worriedly at the still-sobbing sorceress.
Krysta's instinct suddenly went off kilter. Danger!!! her assassin's intuition screamed, sending every hair of her body standing in fright. Her heart was beating in a riot-like rhythm as she pushed Nevia out of her arms and stood up. There was another sound... a faint rumbling. Within seconds, it was getting louder... and louder.... and worst of all, drawing nearer.
"Shit!" she cursed, grabbing Nevia's forearm and dragging her to her feet as she ran. Nevia's wobbly legs followed along as she stared at her panicked friend.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she stammered.
Krysta's eyes went round as she glanced back at her friend... no, not at her friend, but past her. Several meters behind her (and gaining) was an angry mob of rock maggots. They charged after them with a vengeance. What terrified her more, was the loud angry cries she could hear torn from their evil bodies in unison. It chilled her to the marrow.
Finally glancing back, Nevia cried out in shock. Is this what killed you, Erix? God... how scared you must've been.
The assassin's gloved hand tightened on Nevia's arm as a burst of energy shot through her and she sprinted faster. Yet, despite the gain in speed, she still could not shake off the furious bugs. What concerned her more was the blank look in the sorceress' eyes. She didn't like it, not one bit. And, if she knew Nevia as well as she did, she could bet her life that Nevia was up to something desperate.
Then it happened. Nevia broke free of Krysta's grip, turned towards the incoming maggots and stared at them fearlessly with her arms wide open, ready to embrace death.
"What the hell??" Krysta body awkwardly screeched to a halt. "You stupid idiot!" She frantically dashed toward her friend, furious and nigh spitting sparks. Faster! her body cried as her hand fumbled with a town portal scroll. The maggots were near. She could smell the pungent poison and it made her stomach churn uncomfortably.
"Erix..." Nevia murmured, closing her eyes. She felt an arm tighten around her waist. Her eyes flew open and she struggled against Krysta's strength. "Let me go!"
"No way!" she hissed, using the scroll with a quick glance n' toss before throwing herself, along with Nevia, into the portal, but not before feeling a sharp bite of a maggot's pincer's into her right thigh.
The blue lights of the portal died and, before her eyes, Lut Gholein streets were busy with life. Even then, Krysta still held on firmly to her friend, refusing to let go.
"You can let go of me now!" she cried angrily, her eyes shooting daggers.
Krysta complied with a grunt. "That was incredibly stupid, Nev."
"I don't care!" Her eyes dropped as tears quickly welled then spilled. "I've lost Erix! Don't you get it???! You know damn well how it feels to lose someone you love!!!"
The assassin said nothing. Her words knifed into her, striking a painful chord within her soul.
Nevia shook her head, tears still clinging to her face. "It's not fair! It's my fault! I should be the one to die, not him! He was a good person."
"Nevia..."
The sorceress quickly pulled out the broken hilt of Erix's abused sword. Blood was still fresh upon it and, the part of the blade left upon it, was still noticeably sharp. The glimmer of the blade in the light quickly caught Krysta's attention.
"No!" she shouted, darting forward and frantically trying to wrestle the sword out of Nevia's hands.
"Krysta! Please! Just let me be done with!!"
The assassin frowned, baring her teeth as she held the broken hilt away from the desperate woman. "No! I can't let you do that!" Nevia's eyes flashed with a plan, but before Krysta could react, the sorceress started chanting.
She recognized the spell immediately... a glacier orb. Moving with lightning quick grace, she darted over to the entrance of Atma's bar, picked up a clay pot and smashed it over Nevia's head. The sorceress' dark eyes opened wide before she crumpled to the ground.
Krysta sighed, tucking the broken hilt into her belt. "I'm sorry, but you left me no choice."
***
Carrying her up the stairs proved to be the most difficult task of all within the past few days. It wasn't that Krysta was weak, it was because she was tired. Running around the desert then fleeing from the rampaging maggots proved to be quite tiring, as well as a good form of exercise. What better motivation is there to run with other than away from death?
As she opened the door to Nevia's room, her eyes caught sight of a male figure, seated upon the bed. This man was shirtless while dressing his wounds and drinking a potion, but more importantly, this man was Erix.
"You're alive!" she gasped and, out of surprise, dropped Nevia on the floor with a loud thwop. "Oh shit!" She dipped down to pick Nevia up again and carefully carry her over to the bed as Erix made way for her.
"Yeah, well, don't bury me yet then.... Do I know you?" Erix stared at her, puzzled and irritated. Who exactly was this woman, and why did she have to drop Nevia like that? More importantly, he thought. How does she know me?
"Uh, not really..." she lowered her head sheepishly as she propped a pillow behind Nevia's unconscious head. "I'm Krysta, I'm an old friend of Nevia's... Uhm..."
Erix glanced over at the broken hilt of the sword tucked into her belt. It was his sword... well, it looked like the remains of his sword. "That's mine, right?"
"Yeah, we found your stuff in the maggot lair, we thought you were dead."
***
"It's your fault!" A voice hissed venomously into her ear.
In the darkness, Nevia spun around in mid-air uncontrollably. "What??!" she cried, desperately reaching her arms out into the black to find something to hold onto; she found nothing.
Her mind was full of chaos. What to do? She had no idea. Where was she? A question she had no answer to. Only a voice was her companion, a dark, inhuman voice.
"You never listened," it sneered again.
"No!" she cried, her head feeling painfully light from the dizziness swarming her mind. She felt sick. She wanted to expel her stomach contents and found herself unable to. "Go away!"
"You're hopeless... hopeless.... hopeless..."
***
"So that's it..." Erix muttered, his hands clenched at his side. He flicked a look over at Nevia's sleeping form then to the balcony's gusting drapes. "I should kill Rune..."
Agreeing wholeheartedly, Krysta stood up from being perched on the corner of the bed. "Yeah, I know the feeling," she sighed. "However, I get the feeling that Nevia would be mad at you if you did."
Erix frowned, "I swear, that woman is too good to be real."
Smiling with a nod, Krysta softly laughed. "Yeah, a little too dramatic at times."
"What do you mean?"
The assassin hesitated. Should I really tell him that she wanted to kill herself? ....No, I can't do that.
Thinking quickly, she looked up at him and flashed her most annoyed look. "Why did you go to the maggot lairs in the first place?"
"I thought Nevia was there... I followed some footprints there." He chuckled, a masculine blush running across his face. "Wrong person though, but lucky for me, Avery hadn't left and—"
"What?!! Did you say Avery?" A hopeful light shone within her soul again.
"Yeah, you know her?"
"Really?? Avery?" she asked again, still unable to believe her luck.
"Yes, really," he looked puzzled. "You know her?"
She gave no answer and just quickly darted out of the room, leaving Erix blinking with Nevia wrapped in his arms. He glanced down at her angelic face as his hand brushed the stray strands of hair away from her mouth.
***
Erix held his breath as Nevia's eyelids fluttered and her hand clenched his own. Her lips parted and her voice, dry, muttered, "No.."
A sigh of relief escaped the paladin. For one entire day she had been asleep. He even voiced his concern to Krysta, demanding to know what she had done to Nevia. When he learned that it was simple punch to the gut, his concern grew. Nevia almost had no intentions of waking up from her slumber and he felt it were his fault. She believed him dead because of his actions. And, even though he wished she could be with him forever, he meant that they would be truly alive together; smiling, laughing and enjoying themselves, that is the 'alive' he longed for.
When Krysta returned several hours ago, he finally learned the truth of it. As badly as his sense of justice was demanding that he search for Rune to punish him, he could not bare the thought of being away from Nevia just to pummel the bastard into a bloody pulp. He loved her too much to let her go even for a minute.
Nevia's eyes widened in wonder. "Erix?" she croaked.
He nodded, a smile easing the tension from his face. He pulled her close and embraced her tightly. A comforting warmth filled him to the brim. "I'm so glad you're okay."
"...I should be the one saying that," she murmured, her hands weakly encircling him. "What happened? ... ugh, I feel so weak..."
Sitting up with her still in his arms, Erix nodded and rubbed his cheek against her hair as he spoke, handing the thirsty woman a goblet of water as he went on explaining the events of yesterday and trying desperately to down play his emotions. He failed at that though. His concern, his sorrows, his joy, his everything was clearly written upon his face and etched in his voice.
Nevia's eyelids lowered, "I see..." she flicked a glance up to him with a small smile. "I'm glad..."
"Can you forgive me...?" he asked softly, taking the goblet away from her and affectionately squeezing her hand.
She nodded. "Of course... but..." her voice trailed off.
"But what?" his words nearly caught in his throat. He was terrified what the exception would be.
"... Can we forget about Fara?" she asked, her face turning serious. "Even though you did sleep with her... I'd prefer that to be something we never speak of." She lowered her eyes. "I know Rune fooled us both but... it's still there and--"
He pressed his hand over her mouth to stop her. "Of course." Removing his hand, it fell to her shoulder, gently squeezing the soft silky skin. "I love you so much..."
"Same..." she uttered softly as her eyelids lowered again. She leaned her head against Erix's shoulder. "I feel so weak still..."
"Just rest then," the paladin replied, slowly moving her out of her sitting position. He lay her upon the bed with him; her face still pressed against his muscled shoulder. With his shirt off, he could feel the heat from Nevia's skin warming him... not that he needed any warming, but it was comforting to feel her so near.
"No... I want to talk with you some more..." she weakly protested, her voice getting softer.
His eyes danced to the window. The gentle light of the afternoon sun streamed into the room, reaching out and stretching over his and Nevia's sleep-ready forms. "Aren't you tired?"
She frowned. "Not for you... but..." her voice trailed off with an uneven frown.
"What is it?" Erix's heart clenched in dread. Was she going to say something horrible? Maybe she changed her mind... maybe Krysta was completely off about what she felt. It was possible right? Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit....! he thought to himself, trying to stop his pulse from hammering so fast that it seemed it was humming.
Nevia's hand fell to her head, running along her scalp and stopping at the back of her head. "There's some weird bump here..." She took his hand in hers and pressed his fingers to the sore spot. "Feel it?"
Confirming his touch, he nodded. His eyes lowered to her gaze, locking with it. Neither of them moved. His hand remained frozen to the back of her head and he felt a surge of energy rush through him from his contact with her. It was intense... a white hot energy, rushing through his limbs, to his fingertips, toes and loins. It was special feeling... much like how he viewed her. Neither of them were willing to look away; not wanting to be the cruel one for destroying such a moment.
Erix then moved ever so subtly. His hand pressed against the back of her head slid down until it was comfortably above her nape. The silky raven strands felt so soft beneath his touch as he gently coaxed her up towards him.
"I love you..." He lifted his head until his lips gently molded against hers.
Despite her slight fatigue and the pain from where Atma's clay pot had connected to her head, she pressed her mouth insistently against him. Eyes still open, she felt rather embarrassed by her bold actions and instantly a blush appeared upon her face. Hesitantly, she pulled her lips away from him.
"I love you too..." She glanced away shyly.
Erix stared at her intensely. His lips took on the shape of a coy smile before he determinedly pulled her back to him. He slanted his mouth across hers, pouring all his effort and emotion out of his mouth and into her... along with his tongue that gently flicked her closed lips.
Her eyes widened at first. She was in shock. Even though she had been quite confident the last time they were in that room, she couldn't find the courage she had then. Where had it gone? She closed her eyes and parted her mouth, inviting his tongue to meet her own. She felt his hands rove her body as he kissed her ardently, tasting whatever sweetness her mouth could offer him.
Delicious heated-tremors flew through her lithe body as she felt her blood quicken. Determined to give him back the pleasure she was feeling, her hands explored his body. Her mind reveled in the thought of how different their bodies are. With her hands she admired the corded strength of his neck and the expanse of his shoulders. The feel was so very different... so different than hers. As though wrought of steel, she thought, savoring the hard feel of him beneath her fingertips and curved into her small palms.
One broad palm slid around her clothed body to her chest, cupping one breast lovingly. The sudden teasing of his fingers caused her to murmur his name into his mouth. She felt his lips curl into a small smile in response. Erix was feeling light-headed yet the air around the two of them felt thick and heavy. He could barely handle the thrill he felt whenever Nevia moaned or murmured his name. It was a drug... one hit and he must come back for more; he was addicted to her.
Acting again, his hand this time slipped beneath the soft green material of her blouse.
Nevia gasped. The feel of his hand against her bare flesh sent a ripple of flames into her, spreading out from wherever her body came in contact with his. She had never felt this way before, except maybe in dreams or her daydreams, but the real thing was seemed so much more enjoyable to her.
Nibbling on her bottom lip once he broke the kiss, Erix's hands took Nevia's and placed them to the edge of her green blouse as a sign. She immediately peeled off her top (though a little saddened to end the kiss to lift if over her head) and tossed it behind her.
The shyness returned and she nearly crossed her hands over her breasts. Erix stopped her from managing it. He shook his head and caught her in his arms, rolling upon the bed until she lay beneath him, staring wide-eyed up into his dark irises. "No, you don't have to hide yourself from me. You are..." his eyes swept over her body, "...so beautiful." He nervously swallowed. "I-I'm not too heavy for you, am I?"
Nevia smiled and shook her head. "No... I'll be alright." She frowned when he raised himself onto his elbows. "Erix, I said I'd be--" her words stopped short once Erix's hands worked its magic on her body again. She could feel the sudden urgent feeling building within her body and spreading like wildfire.
"I love you, Nevia..." Erix kissed her again, more passionately than the last time. He kissed her as though he meant to consume her entire being... and she loved every moment of it. She felt his weight come down upon her as her breast was released. The other hand trailed down her side along the curve, resting upon the green skirt she still wore. She moaned again. She could feel the imprint of his desire against her body. Even though she was unsure of what to expect within the hour and the next day, she couldn't stop. Not now... not here. She wanted to feel him without cloth to hide their bodies. She wanted to give herself to him entirely and enjoy whatever feeling he gave from her offering.
His hand searched for the tie that kept them from the pleasure that a man and woman could experience. He quickly found it and impatiently fumbled with the knots. He couldn't untie her skirt. Breaking the kiss with a grumble, his eyebrow furrowed as he fidgeted with it more determinedly.
Nevia watched his face, biting her lip to stop herself from laughing at his comical expression. It was like a child's expression as though friends were teasing him. Her smile widened once he caught sight of her obvious amusement. "I know... it's hard, isn't it?" she smiled.
It was Erix's turn to present an amused look. "Indeed I am."
Her face flushed red. "I meant removing the skirt," she quickly replied, looking away from his penetrating eyes. She could feel his gaze burning hotly into her flesh already aflame from desire. Truth be told, she felt no fear in his arms. Although innocent, she couldn't deny that the earthly urges she felt were unnatural. They felt as real and right as breathing. And in taking a deep quivering breath, she inhaled the familiar male scent of Erix's presence: a wildly intoxicating fragrance that spilled and spread into her mind and body much like the clouds stirred up in water.
"Look at me, Nev," he suddenly ordered as he slightly lifted his weight from her body.
Brought out of her thoughts in confusion, she turned to him, obviously worried. His expression was soft as he suddenly ripped her skirt clean off her body. She gasped at the ripping sound and stared oddly at his wolfish smile. That smile disappeared out of sight as he lowered his head to kiss the soft flesh of her neck.
"I love that look," he whispered huskily. A soft burning sensation was left wherever his lips graced a kiss upon her skin. "I want you to know that you don't have to be embarrassed or shy around me. It won't change how I feel about you." And, from the look in his eyes when his gaze met hers, he truly meant every word of it.
Nodding, she answered him in a soft breathless voice as his hand teasingly ran up along her side. "I see..." Nevia smiled flippantly, a sudden bolt of courage out of the blue came running through her. Her hand quickly crept between them and squeezed his body where a tent was forming.
He groaned, his eyes turning hazy. "Impatient?" he asked teasingly, a faint trace of a chuckle in her voice.
"I should leave you to prove you wrong then," she responded devilishly, placing her hands on his chest to push herself free of him. Responding with a girlish smirk, she felt a small sense of victory at the shock flashing through his eyes. Her smirk was quickly covered with a quick kiss and her coy attempt was destroyed once Erix lowered his body again, pinning her beneath his weight.
"No, love." He nuzzled her neck with a little growl. "You're not going anywhere. Not tonight." His lips met hers for another deep kiss. His hands slid over the soft skin, exploring every luscious and graceful curve of her body. His eyes opened during the kiss briefly and found himself staring into her open eyes.
Peeking, I see... he thought, a smile appearing. His tongue danced with hers more sensuously while one of his hands trailed down her body, his fingers teasing during its journey. He smiled, his pride, along with a certain part of him, swelled even more as his ministrations was rewarded with a sweet cry and the feel of Nevia's body pressed more urgently against his body as she arched her back.
"Eri--" Nevia never fully said his name. His mouth seized hers in a maddening kiss; his tongue matching the rhythm of his hands. The sounds from her throat graced his tongue as he kissed her. She suddenly felt a rush of greed; she wanted more. Her hips grinded against his hand as Erix fed her greed.
Letting her lips go, Erix groaned. "God, Nevia..." He then flicked a glance at her. With her head tilted back over the pillow and her eyes closed, she was emitting soft throaty moans. Her flawless skin was now covered in a thin sheen of perspiration..
"Ahhh...." Taking several deep breaths, she licked her lips and lifted her head to gaze upon her lover. "Erix... please... now. "
He nodded, understanding her request. His body straightened as his hands worked at the braided cord of his pants. His fingers trembled as he fumbled with the knot, trying to be patient despite his urge to rip the hindrance away. He tugged at the cord again with a frown and a crease upon his forehead. He swore under his breath and tried to press his nail into the knot to loosen it.
Oh dear... Nevia thought with an inappropriate giggle that tugged even more at a corner of Erix's frowning mouth. Now trouble with his pants. Maybe this is a sign.
Voicing her thoughts for Erix to hear, she laughed at his response. His eyes had widened in dismay before he blurted out, "No!"
"Eager, I see," she replied with a teasing smile, her hands slipping over his takeover the task. Erix tried to protest, but Nevia refused to listen. She pinched the cord with her nails, trying to undo the knot; it was a horribly stubborn knot. The familiar frown crossed Nevia's face. Pulling the cord closer to her, she leaned forward and opened her mouth--she froze when the cord, as well as a certain clothed organ, was inches away from her face. She quickly pulled away with an obvious blush spreading.
Erix laughed in disbelief. "You were going to bite the cord?"
Her face burned brighter as she turned her head away, "Don't laugh at me..."
He apologized, brushing his lips over hers. "It's just.... amusing."
With that, he finally broke the cord and pushed the article of clothing past his hips and buttocks. He could feel Nevia's eyes on him as he peeled the stiff cloth from his body, tossing it over the bed once his ankles were free.
Nevia had stopped breathing without realizing it. Dear God... she thought, staring at his nude form, forgetting all about her modesty. Her eyes trailed up and down his gloriously naked body, but it always found its way back to one spot. She was so fascinated by every part of his body, she failed to realize the goofy grin upon her face. Also, because of her lack of familiarity with the male body, her realization scared her.
A masculine blush ran across Erix's face before he crawled towards her, stopping himself before he going on top of her. "I take it I have your approval?"
She nodded, barely whispering, "Yes."
"What's wrong?" he asked, startled by her sudden change in expression.
She glanced away nervously, "No... you're gonna think I'm being silly."
"Try me."
Hesitant for a few seconds as her mind battled with itself, she finally spoke up, "Are you sure you're going to fit?"
"We'll find out soon enough, love." An inappropriate laugh followed as Erix continued his seduction. His eyes closed as he bent his head to part her lips with his own
Growing nervous at the thought of his size against hers, she watched his face for any change as she lay in his strong arms, trusting him despite her fear from inexperience. Her vision swirled, turning hazy as she felt it; the first contact. A delicious shiver of delayed longing ran through her body with a soft and startled "Ah."
Little by little she was filled with him, her body shaking still out of fear, unsure of what to expect. A small pang of pain flew out from their joining. She must've made her discomfort too obvious, for Erix froze, staring wide-eyed.
Noo... don't stop, she thought, tempted to press her hands down upon his bottom to force him further into her. You won't hurt me!
It's still there... his thoughts trailed, a strange joy seeping into him. He brushed his lips to her brow and smiled. "This is going to hurt... Are you ready?" After her reluctant nod, he swallowed nervously and pressed further against the fragile barrier. It ruptured quickly and he found himself sheathed within her depths.
Erix clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. His breath was caught in his throat as he felt the flesh closed hot and slick all around him and her muscles tightening in a glorious embrace. Nevia's cry of pain deteriorated some of the pleasure Erix took in being her first lover. A helpless tear sprung from her eye and was brushed away quickly as it had appeared. Lips trailed along her face, pressing for a kiss on the softness of her face to soothe the pain she had felt.
Slick movements -- the quickened tempo was a blur to the both of them. Time didn't matter at all, for there would be much more of it later. Nevia's mind was swimming furiously against all the emotions that flooded her. She held her breath, feeling the exquisite pressure build inside her. Fascinated, she watched Erix's face tense and his eyes close in concentration.
He was nearly at his end, he knew it, and there was no hope in delaying it any more. Lost in her body, Erix opened his eyes to gaze upon her and, with a final thrust, buried himself deep inside her and let all his pent-up longing burst forth into her body before collapsing atop hers.
She moaned, feeling the liquid warmth inside her with an unfamiliar sense of completeness. His weight fell upon her and she smiled, winding her arms around him and listening to his breathing slow down as well as her own. "I love you," she murmured, pressing her lips to his sweat-dappled forehead.
Rolling off of her, he squeezed her hand affectionately then pulled her into his welcoming embrace. "I love you too."
Erix's own sheepish smile came in response to hers as his eyes closed, his arms wrapping around her in the possessive and protective arms of a devoted lover. His thoughts drifted to the silver clouds where dreams of Nevia seemed more possible and reachable than ever before. The longing he had felt with her for the past few years had melted away. There was no reason to long for her anymore when he could do what he knew felt right...love her. All that remained was the one word that rang out clear from his dreams:
Forever.
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Note: I am working on rewriting the sequel right now. It's called "Visions of you." Also working on writing the new story after that. So, heads up, everyone. ^_^
