The Warrior, The Protector, and the Angel
Mad Meg Askevron
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I have to say, thank you for thinking I'm actually be that good. A/N: You may not want to read this, it has serious sexual content, if you decide not to read it's cool I give the basics of what happened in the next chapter, but seriously if you can't take it, or you ge uncomfortable with this kind of stuff, you don't have to read it. I understand, it's my first time writing something like this, but I think it's well written.
Chapter Six: Roommates and Exploding Wings
Meg woke up alone in the massive bed. She heard the sound of running water, she yawned and sat up. She buttoned her shirt, gathered her things and left. It was amazingly early, it was before dawn. She slipped into her room and to her shower. She combed out her hair and braided it. She dressed in fresh clothes and armor. At least she was off duty for four weeks. Maybe Dilandau would forget her, and she could go back the way things were. Meg left and ate breakfast, then marched with the rest of the troops to training. She was tired and sweaty when she came back. She unlocked her door and nearly screamed. All of her things were gone, her clothes, her keepsakes. She thought that maybe Lord Dilandau had gone insane and threw it away. Without thinking she marched to his quarters and slammed the door open with out knocking.
"What the hell do you-"she stopped. All of her things were in there, one of the wardrobes was open and she could see her clothes hanging up in there. Dilandau raised a slivery eyebrow looking sexy with his tasseled hair and mused clothes, he had been asleep.
"These are your new rooms. And you'll be sharing with me." He went to her wardrobe and got her a fresh uniform. He pushed her into the bathroom. He pointed her to a curtain, she went behind it and found her bathroom stuff. She pinned her hair up, slight dazzed and confused. 'Dilandau has his eye on me, I'd better just do as he says.' She stripped and wrapped a towel around her. When she'd come out, Dilandau had lost the shirt and had his pants leg rolled up. He motioned for to get into a bubble bath, with his back to her, he then settled him self on a ledge wit is feet in the water with her between them.
Meg started to wash herself down with scented oils in a green jar that he had handed her. He got out and helped her out. He pick up a towel and drapped it around her, as she dried her hair, he towled her dry with the towel and his hands. He admired the curves of her body, the glow of her skin, the strength in her muscles.
Meg became painfully aware of his hands, she must've shown some sign of desturbence, for he moed in front of her with an amused and curious look. Suddenly Meg saw him as sweet. Sure her could be Arrogant, Dangrous, and Blood Thirsty, but some how he seemed sweet with an amusing out look on the world as well. His hands rested on her hips to hold to towel, and Meg gasped at the sight of a nasty scar.
"What happened?!" Meg was running her fingers al across his chest and examing it. Sending shivers up Dilandau's spine. A sneer crossed his handsome face.
"It was a year ago, just after the Destiny war. I was made king here by the Dragon Slayers. Van came t chase me out, we got into a sword fight and he stabbed me through the chest. My slayers showed up and kicked his ass" He smiled smugly then looked down at her, with his hands resting on her hips. Suddenly his lips burned and ached.
Meg had stopped moving her hands to listen to him, her face up turned to him, her hands resting on his muscular, plae, moon white chest. His hands clenched on her hips, gathering up to soft, material in his tensed hands. She was over whelmed my the need to his him, to put her hands all over him, to be touched my him, to be kissed. At the same time, they both leaned forward, Meg's hands moving to encircle his neck. Dilandau's hands moved to the small of her back, her towel falling down silky, long legs. Their kiss deepening to shame Juliet. Baby, your touch is like warm silk, He pressed her body hard against him. Your kiss is like sweet, He picked her up, continuing to kiss her down her neck You make me dream for the impossiable, He laided her on the bed, and her continued to make a trail of kisses down her sweet skin, Reach for the stars, She fumbled with the laces but soon they were gone, When I can't touch the coulds, Dilandau held himself over her and left andowm kisses anywhere he could get, You make me feel, Meg enjoyed the feel of his Iron like muscles under his velvety skin the rippled with his every move, his every breath. Like I can mean something, Meg's sharp and endless eyes meet his firey ruby eyes, To you, Dilandau reached down and took off her glasses, set them on a table and blew out the candle, The way you make me, The moon's light streamed in through the window, silvering everything, I hope its not a game, Dilandau placed his hands on either side of her, Please mean what you say, Meg ran her fingers lightly over his chest, So I can touch the Stars! Dilandau drew his knee up, separating her, Baby you're like the blue rose, Meg welcomed him, opening herself to him, surprised at how clam she was at a man's touch, yet some how, as strange as it seemed, It's like you're from a legand, She Loved him, A dark Prince turned sweet, And he loved her, Let me share that crown with you, Dilandau conccected her into his soul and he had never felt like this when he'd slept with other women, yet he liked the feeling. You make me dream for the Imposiable, Meg cried out in joy as he finally entered her all the way. Reach for the stars, His hands rested in the graceful arch of her back. When I can't touch the clouds, He entered her again, Please, And again, Please, Conecting over,
Baby! Please, let me dream
And over, Please, Becoming one with her, as she cried out,
Please!
He filled every space of her that was ever empty or torn, Ohoooo! You let me reach the stars! He made her whole, Baby you taste devine, He healed her in ways no one ever would, You're as light as sweet cotton candy, She wanted to scream from happiness as he entered her again, this time harder, I see stars in your eyes, Everything was consumed in their passion, Sometimes I see that prince, Meg was without voice in the ecstasy, But that only makes me love you more, He enter her harder and faster, Because I trust, She began to noticed that they had brought it to such a level that the bed shook, You, She began to burn, Yeah I trust you, So please don't tell me this is a game, She wanted to be closer, Don't tell me this is a dream, She wanted to shove him in harder, Let me touch the stars... She rolled him over so she sat astraddle him. He gripped his hands on her hips, shoving her down. She leaned forward and touched his chest. She began to sway her hips. Forwards, backwards, forwards, backwards, to, and fro. She began to take up the pace, she got to the point where she was jerking back and forth, she began to stroke his chest. She started to slow down, and Dilandau quickly roled back to their original postion with a mishisvious smile. Meg moaned as he left her, she tried to pull him back in but he was determined. She gasped as he started to leave a trail of burning kisses on the inside of her thigh. He worked his way agonizingly slow, but then as he reached the parts he had just been in, his lips left her skin, and his fingers began to do clever things to bring forth cries of passion. She wanted to scream finally she just threw him down, and climbed on him, he chuckled, and she finally got him inside her. She loved the feeling it gave her. Like she'd never have to be alone. She reached the climax of her passion, and both of them cried out, when giant wings, angels wings exploded from her body.
End of Chapter Six!
There ya go, be sure and review!
Disclaimer: I have to say, thank you for thinking I'm actually be that good. A/N: You may not want to read this, it has serious sexual content, if you decide not to read it's cool I give the basics of what happened in the next chapter, but seriously if you can't take it, or you ge uncomfortable with this kind of stuff, you don't have to read it. I understand, it's my first time writing something like this, but I think it's well written.
Chapter Six: Roommates and Exploding Wings
Meg woke up alone in the massive bed. She heard the sound of running water, she yawned and sat up. She buttoned her shirt, gathered her things and left. It was amazingly early, it was before dawn. She slipped into her room and to her shower. She combed out her hair and braided it. She dressed in fresh clothes and armor. At least she was off duty for four weeks. Maybe Dilandau would forget her, and she could go back the way things were. Meg left and ate breakfast, then marched with the rest of the troops to training. She was tired and sweaty when she came back. She unlocked her door and nearly screamed. All of her things were gone, her clothes, her keepsakes. She thought that maybe Lord Dilandau had gone insane and threw it away. Without thinking she marched to his quarters and slammed the door open with out knocking.
"What the hell do you-"she stopped. All of her things were in there, one of the wardrobes was open and she could see her clothes hanging up in there. Dilandau raised a slivery eyebrow looking sexy with his tasseled hair and mused clothes, he had been asleep.
"These are your new rooms. And you'll be sharing with me." He went to her wardrobe and got her a fresh uniform. He pushed her into the bathroom. He pointed her to a curtain, she went behind it and found her bathroom stuff. She pinned her hair up, slight dazzed and confused. 'Dilandau has his eye on me, I'd better just do as he says.' She stripped and wrapped a towel around her. When she'd come out, Dilandau had lost the shirt and had his pants leg rolled up. He motioned for to get into a bubble bath, with his back to her, he then settled him self on a ledge wit is feet in the water with her between them.
Meg started to wash herself down with scented oils in a green jar that he had handed her. He got out and helped her out. He pick up a towel and drapped it around her, as she dried her hair, he towled her dry with the towel and his hands. He admired the curves of her body, the glow of her skin, the strength in her muscles.
Meg became painfully aware of his hands, she must've shown some sign of desturbence, for he moed in front of her with an amused and curious look. Suddenly Meg saw him as sweet. Sure her could be Arrogant, Dangrous, and Blood Thirsty, but some how he seemed sweet with an amusing out look on the world as well. His hands rested on her hips to hold to towel, and Meg gasped at the sight of a nasty scar.
"What happened?!" Meg was running her fingers al across his chest and examing it. Sending shivers up Dilandau's spine. A sneer crossed his handsome face.
"It was a year ago, just after the Destiny war. I was made king here by the Dragon Slayers. Van came t chase me out, we got into a sword fight and he stabbed me through the chest. My slayers showed up and kicked his ass" He smiled smugly then looked down at her, with his hands resting on her hips. Suddenly his lips burned and ached.
Meg had stopped moving her hands to listen to him, her face up turned to him, her hands resting on his muscular, plae, moon white chest. His hands clenched on her hips, gathering up to soft, material in his tensed hands. She was over whelmed my the need to his him, to put her hands all over him, to be touched my him, to be kissed. At the same time, they both leaned forward, Meg's hands moving to encircle his neck. Dilandau's hands moved to the small of her back, her towel falling down silky, long legs. Their kiss deepening to shame Juliet. Baby, your touch is like warm silk, He pressed her body hard against him. Your kiss is like sweet, He picked her up, continuing to kiss her down her neck You make me dream for the impossiable, He laided her on the bed, and her continued to make a trail of kisses down her sweet skin, Reach for the stars, She fumbled with the laces but soon they were gone, When I can't touch the coulds, Dilandau held himself over her and left andowm kisses anywhere he could get, You make me feel, Meg enjoyed the feel of his Iron like muscles under his velvety skin the rippled with his every move, his every breath. Like I can mean something, Meg's sharp and endless eyes meet his firey ruby eyes, To you, Dilandau reached down and took off her glasses, set them on a table and blew out the candle, The way you make me, The moon's light streamed in through the window, silvering everything, I hope its not a game, Dilandau placed his hands on either side of her, Please mean what you say, Meg ran her fingers lightly over his chest, So I can touch the Stars! Dilandau drew his knee up, separating her, Baby you're like the blue rose, Meg welcomed him, opening herself to him, surprised at how clam she was at a man's touch, yet some how, as strange as it seemed, It's like you're from a legand, She Loved him, A dark Prince turned sweet, And he loved her, Let me share that crown with you, Dilandau conccected her into his soul and he had never felt like this when he'd slept with other women, yet he liked the feeling. You make me dream for the Imposiable, Meg cried out in joy as he finally entered her all the way. Reach for the stars, His hands rested in the graceful arch of her back. When I can't touch the clouds, He entered her again, Please, And again, Please, Conecting over,
Baby! Please, let me dream
And over, Please, Becoming one with her, as she cried out,
Please!
He filled every space of her that was ever empty or torn, Ohoooo! You let me reach the stars! He made her whole, Baby you taste devine, He healed her in ways no one ever would, You're as light as sweet cotton candy, She wanted to scream from happiness as he entered her again, this time harder, I see stars in your eyes, Everything was consumed in their passion, Sometimes I see that prince, Meg was without voice in the ecstasy, But that only makes me love you more, He enter her harder and faster, Because I trust, She began to noticed that they had brought it to such a level that the bed shook, You, She began to burn, Yeah I trust you, So please don't tell me this is a game, She wanted to be closer, Don't tell me this is a dream, She wanted to shove him in harder, Let me touch the stars... She rolled him over so she sat astraddle him. He gripped his hands on her hips, shoving her down. She leaned forward and touched his chest. She began to sway her hips. Forwards, backwards, forwards, backwards, to, and fro. She began to take up the pace, she got to the point where she was jerking back and forth, she began to stroke his chest. She started to slow down, and Dilandau quickly roled back to their original postion with a mishisvious smile. Meg moaned as he left her, she tried to pull him back in but he was determined. She gasped as he started to leave a trail of burning kisses on the inside of her thigh. He worked his way agonizingly slow, but then as he reached the parts he had just been in, his lips left her skin, and his fingers began to do clever things to bring forth cries of passion. She wanted to scream finally she just threw him down, and climbed on him, he chuckled, and she finally got him inside her. She loved the feeling it gave her. Like she'd never have to be alone. She reached the climax of her passion, and both of them cried out, when giant wings, angels wings exploded from her body.
End of Chapter Six!
There ya go, be sure and review!