Hadriana slowly rolled onto her side in her bed, not wanting to open her eyes, hoping she would fall asleep again. Sighing, she slid the thick but very soft blanket off her upper body, feeling much too warm to sleep completely covered. Still not satisfied with the temperature, she slowly uncovered her lower body and kicked the blanket off the bed. Suddenly, she felt something very warm and firm pressing against her back. A rough hand started to caress her upper thigh and moved further up to firmly grasp her hip and force her to roll on her back. Iana still kept her eyes closed as she felt the man kissing her neck and cleavage, only to open them as he placed himself between her legs. In the dark room, she was not able to see much of him, but what she could feel was enough for her. She loved feeling the weight of his body on top of hers, his broad shoulders, large hands, and muscular body. She started to touch his face, then to caress his back, just like she always did when they made love. His body was familiar to her, she loved his touch and everything else about him. She closed her eyes again and felt his soft lips capturing her own, just like many times before. His hands wandered up and down her body, stroked her thighs, her stomach, and her breasts under the short, silky nightgown she wore. He stopped kissing her just to strip her of her nightclothes and this was when she noticed that he was already naked.
Slowly, he got rid of her knickers, lowered his head and licked up her inner thigh causing her to moan loudly. With one hand, he pinned both her wrists to the mattress just above her head and placed himself back between her legs. Starting to kiss her neck again, he entered her with one swift movement and started to move quite slowly, savoring every bit of her and making her feel like she was on fire. He filled her perfectly, it was just like their bodies were made for each other. His movements got faster and she could hear him breathing heavily, panting and whispering something she couldn't understand. The way he took her was not a rough, animalistic fuck, this was something one would call a passionate lovemaking. He gave her just what she needed and there was nobody, who could make her feel like he did. Her breathing got faster, but just before she could reach her climax, he grasped her chin with his free hand and turned her face to the side. Then he kissed her neck again, just under her ear and stopped moving for a moment.
„Open your green eyes and tell me that you love me, whore..." he quietly whispered in her ear.
„I... love... you... You know it, " she told him.
At that very moment, she could feel it was true. She felt like she would do everything for this man.
„Now make me believe it..." he kissed her neck again. „I know you're lying". He hissed, licked her neck and started to move again, setting her back on fire.
„How... What can I do?" she breathed out, desperately wanting him to believe her words.
„Stay... Promise me, you will stay. Here, with me, " he whispered, but she could barely hear him now. She could feel hot tears running down her cheeks."It hurts... Knowing that you want to leave." he added hoarsely.
„Yes, " she choked out „I will stay".
She awoke with a start, feeling hot and sweaty. Her face was wet from her tears and she was breathing heavily. This cannot be, she thought while still sobbing, the same dream, again... For fuck's sake... Literally.
Still lying in her bed, she closed her eyes again and began contemplating. Iana remembered this dream very well. It was already the fourth time it appeared, though it came irregularly. She started dreaming it shortly after she left Toussaint to work and live in the North, in a village near some elven ruins, close to Oxenfurt. Must be 4 months ago or something around that. The dream was always the same. She made love to an unknown man, he always said the same thing to her and she always woke in the same moment. He was strangely familiar to her and it felt natural to be so close to him, but she was sure she didn't know this person. The vision was always blurred and unclear, but this time. it was so vivid and intense, like never before. Unfortunately, she still couldn't remember his face or the sound of his voice after waking up. All she had were some flashbacks of his body, she remembered a red, angry scar across his abdomen and a tattoo on his inner underarm... A feather, a rather big one, with brown streaks.
Now, in her awake state she felt like she missed his presence, she almost wanted to fall back asleep, just to dream of him again. She would try to ask him who he was if it was even possible to talk to people in your dreams.
The sorceress was no complete idiot, so she knew that it was definitely not normal to dream the same scene every couple of nights. She also knew that it shouldn't be ignored. This has to be some kind of a curse, many people hold grudges against me, after all... But why this dream? It is nothing dangerous, it's just... Unnerving. What is this shit and what does it mean?
She opened her eyes and sat in her bed, just to realize she was NOT in her home. It was already dawn and it was lighter in the room now, so she could actually see her surroundings. It was a tastefully furnished bedroom with a fireplace, a huge window with a beautifully carved frame and a nice, soft bed she was still sitting in.
Iana got off the bed and approached the window to see where she was when the reality hit her like a ton of bricks. The Riders... Her capture... Passing out... She remembered now. Is this where they took her? Outside the window, she could see a soft outline of a city she has never seen before, still covered in a morning fog. She immediately thought of her captors' words... This must be Tir Na Lia.
