What if.
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What if things went further in the Cave in the Divine Realms in the book Realms of the Gods?
My own interpretation (not like the book)
Chapter 3:
The last Spidren died and the web that kept her captive turned to liquid and she was free.
"Numair?" He was leaning on his staff. His back to her.
Daine whimpered, "Please. are you alright?"
Numair slowly turned around to face Daine and he stammered out "You, You're alive. I thought,"
Daine staggered over to him, "I hurt too much to be dead," She joked.
Numair let out an anguish cry and dropped his staff. His arms encircled her back and her arms went up to his neck. Her fingers buried in his unruly mess of hair.
There eyes meet for a breathless moment and heat surged through both there bodies before Numair's lips came crashing onto hers.
His mouth sending tingles up and down her aching body, his tongue evoking many dangerous emotions swelling within her. His breath mingling with her own.
She had been kissed before. Especially by Perin one of her most persistent swains. If someone had asked if she liked kissing fair enough she couldn't describe at what she was feeling now.
It was like thunder and new power coursing through her veins. Making her stronger and yet her knees week and wobbly.
Daine was then aware of every single place they came into contact. From his palms to her back, chest to breasts, thighs and stomachs. Every single cell of her skin was alive.
Numair took his lips away from hers and then kissed her gentler after she had protested.
He kissed her with as much passion except quicker and more breath taking.
"Thank the goddess he is holding me up, other wise I would fall down' Daine thought with a watery smile.
Numair let out a strangled cry and scooped up his magelet and carried her to a large rock.
"Goddess bless magelet, I thought I had lost you,"
Daine smiled and shook her head. She buried her head in his shoulder so he wouldn't see the tears leaking out of her eyes. She was so exhausted and Numair smelt so good.
"When need to find shelter and rest," Numair told Daine.
He looked at her closed eyes and let out a breath. He turned to the nearly forgotten darkings and picked up his student, companion and lover. "C'mon we best find shelter before it is to hot,"
**
When Daine awoke she saw that she was inside a fairly cool cave. She could hear the steam gashing nearby and could tell that the sun outside was to hot to go out for at least several more hours. Plus she ached and felt bruised all over. Numair was dozing off on a corner and the darkings were stirring a pot of soup near a small fire.
One of them formed a head and a little voice squeaked out, "all done,"
Numair propped opened his eyes, "good," his eyes fell on Daine and he blushed and looked away.
"How in Mithros name did you find me?" She demanded coming to take a closer seat beside him.
"It was simply magic," Numair mumbled shrugging his shoulders.
"Horse manure. You think I haven't been around mages long enough to know what it takes to focus on something and go to it?"
"I had something a focus and I'm glad I had it to,"
"A focus? Something of mine to connect us?" Daine asked a bit irked.
"Yes,"
"Yes, but may I see it?" Feeling out put that Numair had something that had belonged to her.
Numair looked grave and for a couple of minutes Daine was sure that he was going to refuse her but suddenly he thrust out his wrist and a locket feel out. Daine was shocked she had never seen this before in her life. She touched it was smooth hands and opened it up. Inside she saw a perfectly painted picture of her right down to her smoky hair to her blue-grey eyes. On the other half of the locket there was also a locket of her hair.
It seemed more to her a lovers token than a focus to find an errant student. Daine handed it back to him.
"I thought you might laugh if I asked you to sit for a portrait," Numair said as the chain and locket disappeared once again into his sleave.
"I got Volney Rain to paint you and I got the hair when you were out of it with Unicorn fever,"
Going to the fire he took charge of the soup. Filling three bowls he handed on to Daine and one to the darkings which they spread over to cool down.
"What happened to you after?" Daine asked blowing on her spoon of soup.
"I used my magic to shield myself but it took them some time to figure out I was there source of pain. When I went back and found that you went over."
"You can thank a number of bushes and a deep part of the river that im reasonably alive,"
Daine came to sit next to Numair inching closer till he was forced to raise his arm where she let her head fall on his chest.
Daine could feel him trembling underneath her touch and stated this.
"I'm only a bit tired, I used my entire gift to found you," Numair said reassuring Daine.
"You shouldn't have, you still needed to cross the desert and to be able to defend yourself,"
Numair's arm tightened around her causing her to wince slightly. "My magic returns over time even after draining, but I had no knowledge that you would,"
Daine smiled and assured him that it would take more then just falling of a cliff to keep her from him.
Numair smiled and kissed her again, his lips easing over hers. Daine felt he need and desire for Numair grown until Numair finally broke away before his desire and want for her completely swamped his senses.
"I should tend to your wounds," He said breathlessly getting Sarra's ointments.
Daine took of her shirt and heard Numair gasp.
"Daine!"
"What? I'm wearing a breast band dolt even the shirt is in shreds just like the rest of me,"
He looked slightly embarrassed and shifted slightly, "I feel like I'm taking advantage of you. A man of my years and my reputation..." He trailed off.
"I don't care about your reputation. I know fully well about your past and that you first bed Varice when I was 4! But at the moment all I care are about is this,"
Daine said turning around to face him and kissing him hotly. Her hands and mouth expressing herself in what words could not.
Numair responded almost immediately. His hands itching to touch the bare skin exposed to him. He flipped her over so she was lying on her back and Numair was having his own wicked way with her.
His tongue licking and nibbling her delicate flesh causing her to shudder beneath him.
Her eyes drifted closed as a moan escaped her moist lips, her hands searching blindly for come friction.
Numair's hands trailed down to her breeches. His hands slow and deliberate waiting to see if she would stop him but she was to far gone in pleasure to even think straight.
Her eyes snapped opened as she felt his thin wiry fingers tugging her breeches off. She halted him with her hand and a mysterious smile danced at her lips.
Numair let himself be flipped as Daine took the main role again her mind still a jumble of half thoughts but her body aching for some skin on skin contact. Her hands burned a hole and Numair felt like he was finally alive.
His shirt come off easily enough and Daine just had enough time to admire it running her fingers through his chest hair before Numair growled and he was on top finishing the job he had started.
Daine giggled at his growl and let herself go. Her heart, body, mind and soul joined as one. All focused on this man looming before her.
The only man who made her feel alive and he was much more than a teacher and she much so more than a student.
As they joined together in the cave, their hearts and magic joining together and being one neither had felt so complete nor had never experienced true bliss until this fateful night.
~~
Fin - a little longer and a bit more fluff! I'm sorry if it seemed I was just copying out of the book earlier on in the chapter but I admit none of this belongs to me!
Thanks to all the reviews I got. Umm but please if you are going to criticise please throw in some compliments unless you totally think my story is crap.
What if things went further in the Cave in the Divine Realms in the book Realms of the Gods?
My own interpretation (not like the book)
Chapter 3:
The last Spidren died and the web that kept her captive turned to liquid and she was free.
"Numair?" He was leaning on his staff. His back to her.
Daine whimpered, "Please. are you alright?"
Numair slowly turned around to face Daine and he stammered out "You, You're alive. I thought,"
Daine staggered over to him, "I hurt too much to be dead," She joked.
Numair let out an anguish cry and dropped his staff. His arms encircled her back and her arms went up to his neck. Her fingers buried in his unruly mess of hair.
There eyes meet for a breathless moment and heat surged through both there bodies before Numair's lips came crashing onto hers.
His mouth sending tingles up and down her aching body, his tongue evoking many dangerous emotions swelling within her. His breath mingling with her own.
She had been kissed before. Especially by Perin one of her most persistent swains. If someone had asked if she liked kissing fair enough she couldn't describe at what she was feeling now.
It was like thunder and new power coursing through her veins. Making her stronger and yet her knees week and wobbly.
Daine was then aware of every single place they came into contact. From his palms to her back, chest to breasts, thighs and stomachs. Every single cell of her skin was alive.
Numair took his lips away from hers and then kissed her gentler after she had protested.
He kissed her with as much passion except quicker and more breath taking.
"Thank the goddess he is holding me up, other wise I would fall down' Daine thought with a watery smile.
Numair let out a strangled cry and scooped up his magelet and carried her to a large rock.
"Goddess bless magelet, I thought I had lost you,"
Daine smiled and shook her head. She buried her head in his shoulder so he wouldn't see the tears leaking out of her eyes. She was so exhausted and Numair smelt so good.
"When need to find shelter and rest," Numair told Daine.
He looked at her closed eyes and let out a breath. He turned to the nearly forgotten darkings and picked up his student, companion and lover. "C'mon we best find shelter before it is to hot,"
**
When Daine awoke she saw that she was inside a fairly cool cave. She could hear the steam gashing nearby and could tell that the sun outside was to hot to go out for at least several more hours. Plus she ached and felt bruised all over. Numair was dozing off on a corner and the darkings were stirring a pot of soup near a small fire.
One of them formed a head and a little voice squeaked out, "all done,"
Numair propped opened his eyes, "good," his eyes fell on Daine and he blushed and looked away.
"How in Mithros name did you find me?" She demanded coming to take a closer seat beside him.
"It was simply magic," Numair mumbled shrugging his shoulders.
"Horse manure. You think I haven't been around mages long enough to know what it takes to focus on something and go to it?"
"I had something a focus and I'm glad I had it to,"
"A focus? Something of mine to connect us?" Daine asked a bit irked.
"Yes,"
"Yes, but may I see it?" Feeling out put that Numair had something that had belonged to her.
Numair looked grave and for a couple of minutes Daine was sure that he was going to refuse her but suddenly he thrust out his wrist and a locket feel out. Daine was shocked she had never seen this before in her life. She touched it was smooth hands and opened it up. Inside she saw a perfectly painted picture of her right down to her smoky hair to her blue-grey eyes. On the other half of the locket there was also a locket of her hair.
It seemed more to her a lovers token than a focus to find an errant student. Daine handed it back to him.
"I thought you might laugh if I asked you to sit for a portrait," Numair said as the chain and locket disappeared once again into his sleave.
"I got Volney Rain to paint you and I got the hair when you were out of it with Unicorn fever,"
Going to the fire he took charge of the soup. Filling three bowls he handed on to Daine and one to the darkings which they spread over to cool down.
"What happened to you after?" Daine asked blowing on her spoon of soup.
"I used my magic to shield myself but it took them some time to figure out I was there source of pain. When I went back and found that you went over."
"You can thank a number of bushes and a deep part of the river that im reasonably alive,"
Daine came to sit next to Numair inching closer till he was forced to raise his arm where she let her head fall on his chest.
Daine could feel him trembling underneath her touch and stated this.
"I'm only a bit tired, I used my entire gift to found you," Numair said reassuring Daine.
"You shouldn't have, you still needed to cross the desert and to be able to defend yourself,"
Numair's arm tightened around her causing her to wince slightly. "My magic returns over time even after draining, but I had no knowledge that you would,"
Daine smiled and assured him that it would take more then just falling of a cliff to keep her from him.
Numair smiled and kissed her again, his lips easing over hers. Daine felt he need and desire for Numair grown until Numair finally broke away before his desire and want for her completely swamped his senses.
"I should tend to your wounds," He said breathlessly getting Sarra's ointments.
Daine took of her shirt and heard Numair gasp.
"Daine!"
"What? I'm wearing a breast band dolt even the shirt is in shreds just like the rest of me,"
He looked slightly embarrassed and shifted slightly, "I feel like I'm taking advantage of you. A man of my years and my reputation..." He trailed off.
"I don't care about your reputation. I know fully well about your past and that you first bed Varice when I was 4! But at the moment all I care are about is this,"
Daine said turning around to face him and kissing him hotly. Her hands and mouth expressing herself in what words could not.
Numair responded almost immediately. His hands itching to touch the bare skin exposed to him. He flipped her over so she was lying on her back and Numair was having his own wicked way with her.
His tongue licking and nibbling her delicate flesh causing her to shudder beneath him.
Her eyes drifted closed as a moan escaped her moist lips, her hands searching blindly for come friction.
Numair's hands trailed down to her breeches. His hands slow and deliberate waiting to see if she would stop him but she was to far gone in pleasure to even think straight.
Her eyes snapped opened as she felt his thin wiry fingers tugging her breeches off. She halted him with her hand and a mysterious smile danced at her lips.
Numair let himself be flipped as Daine took the main role again her mind still a jumble of half thoughts but her body aching for some skin on skin contact. Her hands burned a hole and Numair felt like he was finally alive.
His shirt come off easily enough and Daine just had enough time to admire it running her fingers through his chest hair before Numair growled and he was on top finishing the job he had started.
Daine giggled at his growl and let herself go. Her heart, body, mind and soul joined as one. All focused on this man looming before her.
The only man who made her feel alive and he was much more than a teacher and she much so more than a student.
As they joined together in the cave, their hearts and magic joining together and being one neither had felt so complete nor had never experienced true bliss until this fateful night.
~~
Fin - a little longer and a bit more fluff! I'm sorry if it seemed I was just copying out of the book earlier on in the chapter but I admit none of this belongs to me!