Chapter 4
Author's rambling: Welcome everyone! I really don't have much to say right now but I should probably tell you that this chapter is strictly from Dalamar's POV. I decided we would bounce back and forth though out the story so we can know what each is thinking and what it feels like to each of them. : Snickers wickedly: A quick warning here, in this chapter there is a little bit of racy sex, consisting of two fine, rope belts and Dalamar's wrists; but nothing to bad, no whips and chains. (My apologies to those of you that like that kind of thing, but I didn't think it fit.) Oh and by the way, I figured out something.you all don't seem to appreciate me. The only person who has reviewed my story so far is Skull Bearer.and if you all want to know what I think, you can all fall into the deepest pits of the abyss. I wrote this for all the true Dragonlance fans out there and all the slash fans too. I finally found who my story is going to be dedicated to.Skull Bearer. I want to thank you for being here to support me though this, my first of all slash/yaui stories. This story, in it's entirety, is dedicated to you.if you will have it. : Drops to knees in a praying position: I hope you will except it, and all of my gratitude, I finish this for you, and you alone it seems. Please enjoy.
Chapter Four
Always, he surprises me. He is very powerful, very quick, very cunning. In one swift motion the bed sways, first right, then left, and he was on top of me again. However, this time he doesn't let me move. I don't even have time to react. One minute, he lay beside me, panting, looking very sexy; His golden skin visibly pale and covered in sweat, and the next his weight presses down upon my center. I'm physically stronger than he, but all matters accounted for, I cannot move. His hourglass eyes stare down at me, dark and lusty, holding me in place. I can do nothing but look into those smoldering golden eyes. I'm frozen in his gaze. He looks at me intently, like a panther would its pray; sizing me up, he licks his lips. His eyes are so beautiful, they're deep and lustrous. deep, his eyes aren't supposed to be deep. What is this? His eyes are no longer mirrored. I can see into his soul. His eyes reveal an emotion I never thought possible for him; Love, absolute. If his actions did not show me how he cared, his eyes surly did.
I stare up at him, not sure what to say or expect at this point. His eyes flare with desire. I cannot stop myself; horror and shock cross my face. I have never seen him like this; this is somewhat frightening. He smiles down at me wickedly. His hands are swift, too swift for me to resist. Too swift for me to protest. Taking our two fine, rope belts, he binds my wrists to the bedposts.
"Why you little." He raises one finger to silence me.
"Ah, ah, ah." He moves the finger from left to right in a mocking scold. "Turn-about is fair play." He smiles smugly at me.
"This is not turn-about, I did not tie you up!" I protest, struggling at my bonds.
"Yes, but you did use your superior strength to turn that around on me; and since you and I both know I am no match for you physically, I have to use other means." He smiles again, flicking the ropes with one thin finger, to show me they won't come off, and again he is upon. He showers my face with kisses, his hands gliding up and down my chest and sides. He trails hot, butterfly kisses from my lips to my shoulders and then repeats the trail, this time with his tongue.
I strain against the cords that hold me, wanting desperately to touch him, take him for myself; but only succeeded in tightening them to an almost unbearable state. Damn it all! He is a sly, little fox, tying me up like this. I'm so used to being dominant, I sigh inwardly; this is causing ego-problems. Oh how I want to take him into my arms and kiss him senseless, but I can't. Damn him and his cunning!
"Relax and let me teach you." How dose he know any of this?! I asked his sister, Kitara, if he had ever lain with a woman before, when I had her in my bed, and she simply laughed at me! She told me all that he loves is his magic; well I suppose she was wrong. Oh she was very wrong.
His tongue traced a hot, wet trail down my chest, abdomen, stomach and lower still. When his mouth covered me, I thought I would die; a glorious death in the arms of my Shalafi. He bobbed up and down, licking, sucking, nipping at me; not very hard mind you, but just hard enough to cause extreme pleasure. I writhe and squirm beneath him, trying to free myself, when I see him smile. He's is actually enjoying this! He enjoys making me suffer. I want to curse him, but instead found myself moaning his name. I want him, and I want him now. I can hardly stand this any longer. I stand on the edge of a cliff, on the brink of exploding. He, of course, sees this. He smiles and sucks hard, just once, but that was enough. I scream in delight, emptying myself into his warm mouth.
I collapse back onto the bed panting, barely able to move. I shut my eyes, reviling in the moment. He crawled back on top of me, hardly giving me time to recover before his lips crush down upon me again. His tongue presses softly against my lips, baying them open. I parted them to allow him entrance. His tongue dove into my mouth exploring, tasting, probing every corner of my willing person. I could taste myself within his mouth, salty and erotic; I made a mental note of that, deciding to try it on him later. My tongue moves with his and he becomes more demanding, moving quicker. He is no longer gentle, his once exploring tongue began to rape the inside of my mouth, taking all and giving everything in return.
He broke away form my mouth, gasping for air. He smiles down at me; his once golden eyes now a dark, metallicy bronze in the candlelight. He just stared at me for long moments as I caught my breath. Finally, when I could smile back at him, his eyes softened.
"We can stop now or we can go on; but I must warn you, I have nothing to aid us in this." (A.N. I have no idea whether or not they had lube here so I'll just leave it with not.I wasn't going to screw with the timeline. Sorry.) His hands grasp my wrists as he leans forward, I thought he would kiss me again but he passed my lips and places his upon my ear; he whispers softly in my ear. "It's totally up to you. It is your choice."
I simply lay there for a second; go on, he wants to go on? I was going to ask the same question. Of course, I want to go on; I'm elven, I can go all night if I wish. (A.N. mmm kinky. Sorry, I'll stop interrupting, but you know that is like what all elves are good at. They are very sexual creatures.) But you, I didn't think you had it in you to do even that.
"Are you sure you're up to it?" I ask genuinely confused; he just smiled at me, grinding his hips against mine. You wanna' go another round? Fine with me. "Yes Shala.Raistlin. I can go again. But for this one you have to untie me." His smile widens greatly, looking almost feral in the candlelight; he replays,
"So you can be taught, my young apprentice. Good, because there is much to teach you. All that aside for now, one question, top or bottom?"
I smile as he descends upon me again; we kiss passionately as his swift hands strip the ropes from my wrists. Finally, I am free; I take him by the shoulders, kissing him harshly. Now I am in command. I thrust my tongue into his mouth; it is my turn to explore him, to taste him. I love the way he tastes; it is so uniquely him. No one I have ever lain with, not even his blood-sister Kitara tasted like this. Death, blood, roses and spice; wonderful. He drew me closer and I roll into his arms.
We wrestle for a good five minutes but unfortunately, he wound up on top. I yield, not because I am beaten, but because I want to see exactly how and what he is going to teach me. I knell before him, eyes lowered and subordinate. He circles around me once and nods his approval, dropping to his knees behind me. Now I smile, he cannot see my expression. I don't enjoy subordinating myself to people, but for him, I will. So lost in my thoughts of things to come I do not notice when he grasped my shoulders.
"I may not be able to see your expression Dalamar, but I can feel your emotions. You cannot hide it from me. Don't even try." His breath was hot on my neck; his lips graze my ear, making me shiver uncontrollably. "You are so smug.well I'll have to change that. Remember Dalamar, I am still your master, and you will have to deal with me from this day forward. I would not be so ready to admit you are better than I. You have no idea what I am capable of." His hands glide over my shoulders, flowing over my chest like a golden waterfall. He kisses the center of my spine and then the base of my neck. Placing his hands on my back, he pushes me forward, so that my elbows rest on the satin sheets.
I've done this only once before, but I remember it as if it was yesterday. My father had his way with me when I was but five years into my long life. I've always hated him for that; he stole my innocence, my purity from me. He was the one that turned me to the dark side of the magic. I wanted revenge.I shake my head violently from side to side, to make the images disappear. This in neither the time nor the place to think of my past. Raistlin loves me. I just know it! If he didn't, I would not be here and we would not be doing this. He's not my father! He will never be like my father; Shalafi is far too gentle, far too caring to be anything like that slobbering, drunken manic! Shalafi might seem to be cold, cruel and cynical on the outside, but I know that deep within him beats the heart of a lover. A small scared little boy, betrayed by everyone he trusted; not that he trusted many to begin with. I mean, even his own brother betrayed him for Niutari's sake! Went behind his back and stole the first girl he ever loved. He, like I, has always been alone.
I look over my shoulder right into his eyes; they're soft and dark, as they such the depths of my soul. My heart swells with love. I reach my hand back to brush a silvery stand of hair from his eyes and he smiles back at me lovingly.
"Are you ready? Are you sure you want to do this?" Always his care for me outweighs his own wants and desires. I nod, scared, but I know he would never hurt me intentionally; I trust him. I turn around again, bracing myself for what comes next. I wait and wait, but the pain never comes. "Are you quite done yet?" He laughs lightly. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you." He sighs. "Maybe we should stop." Talking more to himself than to me, but I know this is now or never for us. I turn my head to look at him so quickly, it hurts.
"No! No, I'm all right, really. You want this just as much as I do. Just because it brings back some bad memories of my childhood, that doesn't mean this will be the same this time." He smiles placing his hands on my hips.
"I will never let anything or anyone harm you again. No one touches my property, and." He leans forward; I can feel his breath, hot on my neck, ".and you are mine." He bites the soft skin at the base of the neck, making me. "I will show you what love is like; love is not just joining one another physically, no. It is also the joining of the minds and spirits of two people who love each other." He readies himself and I take a deep breath as I feel pressure at my entrance. I hold that breath; clenching my teeth against the pain. A moment passes, then another, and then.Oh God! The pain. I scream in agony as he penetrates me fully, filling me to the brim. Tears sting my eyes and I begin to relive that horrible night. I see his face upon the inside of my eyes, he smiles; I can hear him panting in lust for my young body. He rips my shirt, smiling as if possessed. I whimper, and then.and then.Raistlin grasped me by the waist, shouting my name.
"DALAMAR SNAP OUT OF IT!" Raistlin clutches my waist, squeezing the air from my lungs. "Shh, it's all right; everything is all right. I am here; nothing is going to happen. The pain will subside, I swear it." I shake myself out of my waking nightmare; the nightmare I've had every night since I left my homeland. Damn him; even now, he haunts me. "We are going to fast for you." His voice shakes me completely from my minds prison; I am dropped harshly back into reality. Where am I? I look about me, remembering what was going on. I an in my Shalafi's chambers; on his bed, naked. He knells behind me, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. We are making love or are about to.yes. I feel something wet trickle down my side.
"Do you cry, Shala.Raistlin?" It may take eternity to learn to use his given name.
"Forgive me, Dalamar." He thinks it's his fault. "We should not be doing this if it hurts you so."
"No, no, there is nothing to forgive. It's not your fault. It.it's nothing. I'm fine, really."
"Are you sure? We can still stop if you are not ready for this." He's sweet, thinking always of me and never himself. I give a curt nod.
"I an fine." I say in the strongest tone I can muster; my body still shakes involuntarily at the remembered pain.
"Alright." He places his hands upon my hips again; beginning to move slowly within me. It hurt at first, but he was right, as always. The pain did subside, giving way to indescribable pleasure. I gasp, pushing back against him; I want to feel more. He begins to thrust into me repeatedly. He moans my name deep in his throat as he pounds into me, taking all of myself. As we climb higher and higher, spiraling into a vortex of endless pleasure, everything in the world seems to melt away, leaving just us. Just him and I; Shalafi and apprentice; elf and human; Raistlin and Dalamar. I must be in heaven; never have I felt pleasure such as I feel now. Not once in my ninety years upon this earth have felt like this; such love, such joy, such need. Just when I thought it could get no better, it did. He reaches around me with one hand and begins to stroke me in time with his thrusts. No words can describe the pleasure of making love; it is so wonderful, so passionate; that is why I do it so often. But now, I will have no other than, he; no one but my dark, my golden, my mysterious Shalafi.
I feel myself very close now; I can hardly stand it! It feels so good! Closer and closer, I feel his hand leave me and travel back to my hip. Waves of power flow between us like fire. It burns and crackles in the air around us, upon us, within us.
My body is practically screaming for release. I live for this feeling, like standing on the edge of a cliff; waiting to jump into a calm, crystal-clear lake. I can stand it no longer. Not at all meaning to, I slip into my native tongue.
"Master Please release me!" I know he understands; he always understands.
He thrusts into me harder and harder, pushing me over the edge. I scream in ecstasy, falling over the cliff into that cool, cool water, bringing him with me. Our screams mingle, as the very air of the room seems to crackle and spark with the intensity of our passion.
I fall, face first into the pillows; I am spent and weak, but it feels so good. I've never experienced such joy; such fulfillment. My body tingles, my mind is totally blank, and my soul.well.it has never felt like this before. I feel whole.free.
For once, I do not feel alone. Always in the past, no matter how many people I was with, I was always alone; shunned, hated, teased, just because I am what I have always been; dark. Dalamar, the dark elf. Cast from the light, into eternal darkness for my sins. However, now I do not feel alone. Here with him, my Shalafi, everything seems right in the world. He loves me for me, and that is all that matters. He does not see any of the things the others do. He does not give into that nonsense about darkness and light. He sees all things as the gods intended, a mixture of both the darkness and the light. He sees people as people, he sees strength and weakness; he sees personality or lack there of; he sees intelligence and stupidity.he sees all. The only thing he does not see is beauty. Unless of course, it is inner beauty he sees. The head of the concave was so cruel to my Shalafi; giving he those accursed eyes, which see not the beauty of a thing, but the ultimate destruction of it. In his eyes, even the mightiest of all mountains crumbles into dust. My poor Shalafi.
I feel him lie beside me now. He is slick and panting, undoubtedly spent and weak, even more so than I. I roll toward him and he gathers me into his arms. I smile at him and he smiles back. Forever and always, he is beautiful. I love him so; more than the magic, more so than even life itself. He is so very warm. I feel his body radiate an almost unworldly heat as he pulls me to him, covering us with the fine velvet blankets of his bed. I curl as close as I can to him, pressing every inch of my body to his. We fit together so well, almost as if it is meant to be. I lay my head upon his shoulder, taking in his beautiful scent yet again. I will never get tired of the way he smells; death, decay, fine spice and roses, all of my favorite things. The scent surrounds me, fills me, comforts me. It is wonderful. His scent, his warmth, his body next to mine; it all soon becomes to much for me. I begin to weep silently into his shoulder. He rolls me over in his arms so he could look at me, his eyes, again that beautiful shade of gold that I am so accustom to, full of concern.
"You cry. Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" I shake my head, smiling up at him. "What than? Why do you cry, my Dalamar?"
"I love you Shalafi." I whisper quietly, kissing him at the base of his neck. He shakes his head at me and smiles at me indulgently.
"And I you my apprentice." He sighs. "Dalamar, please do not call me that anymore. You do not have to. I give you leave to call me by my given name. I want you to call me by my real name." I understand, but it will be hard for me to call him anything but my Shalafi.
"Raist.Raistlin, I love you." His smile broadens and he embraces me roughly. He kisses my forehead, my nose, and than finally my lips. He is gentle and loving; he is so good to me.
"I like the way that sounds, especially when it comes from you." I tuck my head under his chin and kiss his neck; I am warm again. I close my eyes and slowly let the sleep of exhaustion and fulfillment overtake me
End Chapter 4
Authors Notes: So, what did you guys think? I wasn't going to get this chapter put up because I thought no one was reading my little ficy, but since you liked it so much, Skull Bearer that means you, I decided to post this one as well. The next two chapters are rather short and aren't fun, but they're the fluff necessary to fill in the rest of the story. Oh and if you're wondering what I was meaning by the part about Dalamar's father, well you'll just have to write me a review and ask. If I get enough reviews, I may be persuaded to write about it. It does make an interesting theme for a story. Anyway, I have to go for now and I will post the next two chapters post haste.or quickly for people who don't understand my advanced use of vocabulary. Hell, sometimes I don't even understand myself.that is why my best friend is a dictionary! Well actually, my best friend is a walking, talking dictionary, but that's beside the point. Just read and review please, pLeAsE, PLEASE! I will love you forever! Well that just sounded creepy. never mind. Bye.
Author's rambling: Welcome everyone! I really don't have much to say right now but I should probably tell you that this chapter is strictly from Dalamar's POV. I decided we would bounce back and forth though out the story so we can know what each is thinking and what it feels like to each of them. : Snickers wickedly: A quick warning here, in this chapter there is a little bit of racy sex, consisting of two fine, rope belts and Dalamar's wrists; but nothing to bad, no whips and chains. (My apologies to those of you that like that kind of thing, but I didn't think it fit.) Oh and by the way, I figured out something.you all don't seem to appreciate me. The only person who has reviewed my story so far is Skull Bearer.and if you all want to know what I think, you can all fall into the deepest pits of the abyss. I wrote this for all the true Dragonlance fans out there and all the slash fans too. I finally found who my story is going to be dedicated to.Skull Bearer. I want to thank you for being here to support me though this, my first of all slash/yaui stories. This story, in it's entirety, is dedicated to you.if you will have it. : Drops to knees in a praying position: I hope you will except it, and all of my gratitude, I finish this for you, and you alone it seems. Please enjoy.
Chapter Four
Always, he surprises me. He is very powerful, very quick, very cunning. In one swift motion the bed sways, first right, then left, and he was on top of me again. However, this time he doesn't let me move. I don't even have time to react. One minute, he lay beside me, panting, looking very sexy; His golden skin visibly pale and covered in sweat, and the next his weight presses down upon my center. I'm physically stronger than he, but all matters accounted for, I cannot move. His hourglass eyes stare down at me, dark and lusty, holding me in place. I can do nothing but look into those smoldering golden eyes. I'm frozen in his gaze. He looks at me intently, like a panther would its pray; sizing me up, he licks his lips. His eyes are so beautiful, they're deep and lustrous. deep, his eyes aren't supposed to be deep. What is this? His eyes are no longer mirrored. I can see into his soul. His eyes reveal an emotion I never thought possible for him; Love, absolute. If his actions did not show me how he cared, his eyes surly did.
I stare up at him, not sure what to say or expect at this point. His eyes flare with desire. I cannot stop myself; horror and shock cross my face. I have never seen him like this; this is somewhat frightening. He smiles down at me wickedly. His hands are swift, too swift for me to resist. Too swift for me to protest. Taking our two fine, rope belts, he binds my wrists to the bedposts.
"Why you little." He raises one finger to silence me.
"Ah, ah, ah." He moves the finger from left to right in a mocking scold. "Turn-about is fair play." He smiles smugly at me.
"This is not turn-about, I did not tie you up!" I protest, struggling at my bonds.
"Yes, but you did use your superior strength to turn that around on me; and since you and I both know I am no match for you physically, I have to use other means." He smiles again, flicking the ropes with one thin finger, to show me they won't come off, and again he is upon. He showers my face with kisses, his hands gliding up and down my chest and sides. He trails hot, butterfly kisses from my lips to my shoulders and then repeats the trail, this time with his tongue.
I strain against the cords that hold me, wanting desperately to touch him, take him for myself; but only succeeded in tightening them to an almost unbearable state. Damn it all! He is a sly, little fox, tying me up like this. I'm so used to being dominant, I sigh inwardly; this is causing ego-problems. Oh how I want to take him into my arms and kiss him senseless, but I can't. Damn him and his cunning!
"Relax and let me teach you." How dose he know any of this?! I asked his sister, Kitara, if he had ever lain with a woman before, when I had her in my bed, and she simply laughed at me! She told me all that he loves is his magic; well I suppose she was wrong. Oh she was very wrong.
His tongue traced a hot, wet trail down my chest, abdomen, stomach and lower still. When his mouth covered me, I thought I would die; a glorious death in the arms of my Shalafi. He bobbed up and down, licking, sucking, nipping at me; not very hard mind you, but just hard enough to cause extreme pleasure. I writhe and squirm beneath him, trying to free myself, when I see him smile. He's is actually enjoying this! He enjoys making me suffer. I want to curse him, but instead found myself moaning his name. I want him, and I want him now. I can hardly stand this any longer. I stand on the edge of a cliff, on the brink of exploding. He, of course, sees this. He smiles and sucks hard, just once, but that was enough. I scream in delight, emptying myself into his warm mouth.
I collapse back onto the bed panting, barely able to move. I shut my eyes, reviling in the moment. He crawled back on top of me, hardly giving me time to recover before his lips crush down upon me again. His tongue presses softly against my lips, baying them open. I parted them to allow him entrance. His tongue dove into my mouth exploring, tasting, probing every corner of my willing person. I could taste myself within his mouth, salty and erotic; I made a mental note of that, deciding to try it on him later. My tongue moves with his and he becomes more demanding, moving quicker. He is no longer gentle, his once exploring tongue began to rape the inside of my mouth, taking all and giving everything in return.
He broke away form my mouth, gasping for air. He smiles down at me; his once golden eyes now a dark, metallicy bronze in the candlelight. He just stared at me for long moments as I caught my breath. Finally, when I could smile back at him, his eyes softened.
"We can stop now or we can go on; but I must warn you, I have nothing to aid us in this." (A.N. I have no idea whether or not they had lube here so I'll just leave it with not.I wasn't going to screw with the timeline. Sorry.) His hands grasp my wrists as he leans forward, I thought he would kiss me again but he passed my lips and places his upon my ear; he whispers softly in my ear. "It's totally up to you. It is your choice."
I simply lay there for a second; go on, he wants to go on? I was going to ask the same question. Of course, I want to go on; I'm elven, I can go all night if I wish. (A.N. mmm kinky. Sorry, I'll stop interrupting, but you know that is like what all elves are good at. They are very sexual creatures.) But you, I didn't think you had it in you to do even that.
"Are you sure you're up to it?" I ask genuinely confused; he just smiled at me, grinding his hips against mine. You wanna' go another round? Fine with me. "Yes Shala.Raistlin. I can go again. But for this one you have to untie me." His smile widens greatly, looking almost feral in the candlelight; he replays,
"So you can be taught, my young apprentice. Good, because there is much to teach you. All that aside for now, one question, top or bottom?"
I smile as he descends upon me again; we kiss passionately as his swift hands strip the ropes from my wrists. Finally, I am free; I take him by the shoulders, kissing him harshly. Now I am in command. I thrust my tongue into his mouth; it is my turn to explore him, to taste him. I love the way he tastes; it is so uniquely him. No one I have ever lain with, not even his blood-sister Kitara tasted like this. Death, blood, roses and spice; wonderful. He drew me closer and I roll into his arms.
We wrestle for a good five minutes but unfortunately, he wound up on top. I yield, not because I am beaten, but because I want to see exactly how and what he is going to teach me. I knell before him, eyes lowered and subordinate. He circles around me once and nods his approval, dropping to his knees behind me. Now I smile, he cannot see my expression. I don't enjoy subordinating myself to people, but for him, I will. So lost in my thoughts of things to come I do not notice when he grasped my shoulders.
"I may not be able to see your expression Dalamar, but I can feel your emotions. You cannot hide it from me. Don't even try." His breath was hot on my neck; his lips graze my ear, making me shiver uncontrollably. "You are so smug.well I'll have to change that. Remember Dalamar, I am still your master, and you will have to deal with me from this day forward. I would not be so ready to admit you are better than I. You have no idea what I am capable of." His hands glide over my shoulders, flowing over my chest like a golden waterfall. He kisses the center of my spine and then the base of my neck. Placing his hands on my back, he pushes me forward, so that my elbows rest on the satin sheets.
I've done this only once before, but I remember it as if it was yesterday. My father had his way with me when I was but five years into my long life. I've always hated him for that; he stole my innocence, my purity from me. He was the one that turned me to the dark side of the magic. I wanted revenge.I shake my head violently from side to side, to make the images disappear. This in neither the time nor the place to think of my past. Raistlin loves me. I just know it! If he didn't, I would not be here and we would not be doing this. He's not my father! He will never be like my father; Shalafi is far too gentle, far too caring to be anything like that slobbering, drunken manic! Shalafi might seem to be cold, cruel and cynical on the outside, but I know that deep within him beats the heart of a lover. A small scared little boy, betrayed by everyone he trusted; not that he trusted many to begin with. I mean, even his own brother betrayed him for Niutari's sake! Went behind his back and stole the first girl he ever loved. He, like I, has always been alone.
I look over my shoulder right into his eyes; they're soft and dark, as they such the depths of my soul. My heart swells with love. I reach my hand back to brush a silvery stand of hair from his eyes and he smiles back at me lovingly.
"Are you ready? Are you sure you want to do this?" Always his care for me outweighs his own wants and desires. I nod, scared, but I know he would never hurt me intentionally; I trust him. I turn around again, bracing myself for what comes next. I wait and wait, but the pain never comes. "Are you quite done yet?" He laughs lightly. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you." He sighs. "Maybe we should stop." Talking more to himself than to me, but I know this is now or never for us. I turn my head to look at him so quickly, it hurts.
"No! No, I'm all right, really. You want this just as much as I do. Just because it brings back some bad memories of my childhood, that doesn't mean this will be the same this time." He smiles placing his hands on my hips.
"I will never let anything or anyone harm you again. No one touches my property, and." He leans forward; I can feel his breath, hot on my neck, ".and you are mine." He bites the soft skin at the base of the neck, making me. "I will show you what love is like; love is not just joining one another physically, no. It is also the joining of the minds and spirits of two people who love each other." He readies himself and I take a deep breath as I feel pressure at my entrance. I hold that breath; clenching my teeth against the pain. A moment passes, then another, and then.Oh God! The pain. I scream in agony as he penetrates me fully, filling me to the brim. Tears sting my eyes and I begin to relive that horrible night. I see his face upon the inside of my eyes, he smiles; I can hear him panting in lust for my young body. He rips my shirt, smiling as if possessed. I whimper, and then.and then.Raistlin grasped me by the waist, shouting my name.
"DALAMAR SNAP OUT OF IT!" Raistlin clutches my waist, squeezing the air from my lungs. "Shh, it's all right; everything is all right. I am here; nothing is going to happen. The pain will subside, I swear it." I shake myself out of my waking nightmare; the nightmare I've had every night since I left my homeland. Damn him; even now, he haunts me. "We are going to fast for you." His voice shakes me completely from my minds prison; I am dropped harshly back into reality. Where am I? I look about me, remembering what was going on. I an in my Shalafi's chambers; on his bed, naked. He knells behind me, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. We are making love or are about to.yes. I feel something wet trickle down my side.
"Do you cry, Shala.Raistlin?" It may take eternity to learn to use his given name.
"Forgive me, Dalamar." He thinks it's his fault. "We should not be doing this if it hurts you so."
"No, no, there is nothing to forgive. It's not your fault. It.it's nothing. I'm fine, really."
"Are you sure? We can still stop if you are not ready for this." He's sweet, thinking always of me and never himself. I give a curt nod.
"I an fine." I say in the strongest tone I can muster; my body still shakes involuntarily at the remembered pain.
"Alright." He places his hands upon my hips again; beginning to move slowly within me. It hurt at first, but he was right, as always. The pain did subside, giving way to indescribable pleasure. I gasp, pushing back against him; I want to feel more. He begins to thrust into me repeatedly. He moans my name deep in his throat as he pounds into me, taking all of myself. As we climb higher and higher, spiraling into a vortex of endless pleasure, everything in the world seems to melt away, leaving just us. Just him and I; Shalafi and apprentice; elf and human; Raistlin and Dalamar. I must be in heaven; never have I felt pleasure such as I feel now. Not once in my ninety years upon this earth have felt like this; such love, such joy, such need. Just when I thought it could get no better, it did. He reaches around me with one hand and begins to stroke me in time with his thrusts. No words can describe the pleasure of making love; it is so wonderful, so passionate; that is why I do it so often. But now, I will have no other than, he; no one but my dark, my golden, my mysterious Shalafi.
I feel myself very close now; I can hardly stand it! It feels so good! Closer and closer, I feel his hand leave me and travel back to my hip. Waves of power flow between us like fire. It burns and crackles in the air around us, upon us, within us.
My body is practically screaming for release. I live for this feeling, like standing on the edge of a cliff; waiting to jump into a calm, crystal-clear lake. I can stand it no longer. Not at all meaning to, I slip into my native tongue.
"Master Please release me!" I know he understands; he always understands.
He thrusts into me harder and harder, pushing me over the edge. I scream in ecstasy, falling over the cliff into that cool, cool water, bringing him with me. Our screams mingle, as the very air of the room seems to crackle and spark with the intensity of our passion.
I fall, face first into the pillows; I am spent and weak, but it feels so good. I've never experienced such joy; such fulfillment. My body tingles, my mind is totally blank, and my soul.well.it has never felt like this before. I feel whole.free.
For once, I do not feel alone. Always in the past, no matter how many people I was with, I was always alone; shunned, hated, teased, just because I am what I have always been; dark. Dalamar, the dark elf. Cast from the light, into eternal darkness for my sins. However, now I do not feel alone. Here with him, my Shalafi, everything seems right in the world. He loves me for me, and that is all that matters. He does not see any of the things the others do. He does not give into that nonsense about darkness and light. He sees all things as the gods intended, a mixture of both the darkness and the light. He sees people as people, he sees strength and weakness; he sees personality or lack there of; he sees intelligence and stupidity.he sees all. The only thing he does not see is beauty. Unless of course, it is inner beauty he sees. The head of the concave was so cruel to my Shalafi; giving he those accursed eyes, which see not the beauty of a thing, but the ultimate destruction of it. In his eyes, even the mightiest of all mountains crumbles into dust. My poor Shalafi.
I feel him lie beside me now. He is slick and panting, undoubtedly spent and weak, even more so than I. I roll toward him and he gathers me into his arms. I smile at him and he smiles back. Forever and always, he is beautiful. I love him so; more than the magic, more so than even life itself. He is so very warm. I feel his body radiate an almost unworldly heat as he pulls me to him, covering us with the fine velvet blankets of his bed. I curl as close as I can to him, pressing every inch of my body to his. We fit together so well, almost as if it is meant to be. I lay my head upon his shoulder, taking in his beautiful scent yet again. I will never get tired of the way he smells; death, decay, fine spice and roses, all of my favorite things. The scent surrounds me, fills me, comforts me. It is wonderful. His scent, his warmth, his body next to mine; it all soon becomes to much for me. I begin to weep silently into his shoulder. He rolls me over in his arms so he could look at me, his eyes, again that beautiful shade of gold that I am so accustom to, full of concern.
"You cry. Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" I shake my head, smiling up at him. "What than? Why do you cry, my Dalamar?"
"I love you Shalafi." I whisper quietly, kissing him at the base of his neck. He shakes his head at me and smiles at me indulgently.
"And I you my apprentice." He sighs. "Dalamar, please do not call me that anymore. You do not have to. I give you leave to call me by my given name. I want you to call me by my real name." I understand, but it will be hard for me to call him anything but my Shalafi.
"Raist.Raistlin, I love you." His smile broadens and he embraces me roughly. He kisses my forehead, my nose, and than finally my lips. He is gentle and loving; he is so good to me.
"I like the way that sounds, especially when it comes from you." I tuck my head under his chin and kiss his neck; I am warm again. I close my eyes and slowly let the sleep of exhaustion and fulfillment overtake me
End Chapter 4
Authors Notes: So, what did you guys think? I wasn't going to get this chapter put up because I thought no one was reading my little ficy, but since you liked it so much, Skull Bearer that means you, I decided to post this one as well. The next two chapters are rather short and aren't fun, but they're the fluff necessary to fill in the rest of the story. Oh and if you're wondering what I was meaning by the part about Dalamar's father, well you'll just have to write me a review and ask. If I get enough reviews, I may be persuaded to write about it. It does make an interesting theme for a story. Anyway, I have to go for now and I will post the next two chapters post haste.or quickly for people who don't understand my advanced use of vocabulary. Hell, sometimes I don't even understand myself.that is why my best friend is a dictionary! Well actually, my best friend is a walking, talking dictionary, but that's beside the point. Just read and review please, pLeAsE, PLEASE! I will love you forever! Well that just sounded creepy. never mind. Bye.