He had her pinned under him again, it was already the third time this night. He firmly held her wrists above her head with only one strong, callused hand, using the other to caress her thighs, just the way he knew she liked it. He licked along her jawline, kissed her neck and listened to her moans, enjoying the fact that he was the cause of this delightful sound. He was buried deep inside her again, like many times before and it didn't take long for them both to reach their release. He eventually stopped moving, very reluctantly, but remained inside her, wanting to feel her just a little longer.
„Me Elaine... how I love the feeling of..." he stated hoarsely, but she abruptly stiffened under his body.
„Stop this, " she breathed, cutting him off. She never wanted to hear those things and it pained him. He felt hurt and angry again, he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. The moment he opened them again, she was no longer with him in his bed. He immediately sat up, frantically searching for her with his gaze, but she wasn't in his chambers anymore. He pulled a sheet around his waist and walked out of his bedroom, desperately hoping to find her, feeling like this was one of those cryptic visions again. The images and dreams he had for months now. Then, suddenly, he heard a distant, quiet chanting of a deep, soft female voice, seemingly coming out of nowhere...
She never wanted to hear those things and it pained him. He felt hurt and angry again, he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. The moment he opened them again, she was no longer with him in his bed. He immediately sat up, frantically searching for her with his gaze, but she wasn't in his chambers anymore. He pulled a sheet around his waist and walked out of his bedroom, desperately hoping to find her, feeling like this was one of those cryptic visions again. The images and dreams he had for months now. Then, suddenly, he heard a distant, quiet chanting of a deep, soft female voice, seemingly coming out of nowhere...
The sun lit the Blue Mountain's snow covered peaks,
Then I see you, amongst your strongest warriors, suffering...
„She is the One, the Unwanted but Needed, decidedly so,
Because she makes your soldiers cry,
It is a fact, SHE is exactly that!
A Harbinger of Death and Love, from the world of the Seidhe,
And She'll give you love, strength, and her ale,
And her magic will bring dismay".
Eredin woke with a start and sat up in his bed, feeling cold drops of sweat running down his bare, toned back. He loathed the discomfort he felt after having a dream of this kind, but hearing these cryptic, mystic words again made him shiver. He has heard them multiple times and was able to recite them by now. The King felt a mix of insecurity, arousal, disappointment and curiosity, and it made him furious. These feelings were rare for him and he was not used to experiencing so many of them at the same time. Seeing the same woman in his nightly visions was strange, but feeling her, feeling pulled to her was even more unnerving. Not being able to make out the look of her face only added to his discomfort. When he first had a vision like this, he didn't give a flying fuck about it and gave his very best to ignore every other image or sound of her he received at night. He was successful at first, but only until he heard those words for the first time. This time, however, Eredin knew the meaning of the vision he had just experienced. He knew it not only because he did some research on that very inconvenient matter, but also because he was now sure he actually met the cause for his unusual dreams in battle. In the Old Sea Keep. But what if he was wrong? What if capturing the bloody mage was entirely pointless? What will he do with her then?
No, there was no way he was wrong, it must be HER, he could FEEL it, for fuck's sake!
Eredin Breacc Glas inhaled sharply and closed his eyes. His body still ached from the rather painful first one-to-one encounter with the lady. He would never openly admit it, but he was impressed with her battle skills. He could have finished her off much sooner back then, in Caer a'Muirehen, but he'd found himself enjoying fighting her way too much. With his eyes still closed, he ran a hand through his long, black hair and took another deep breath.
And you'll find the loss,
And you'll fear what you found...
When the great storm comes,
Tearing down...
„Bloede arse" he groaned. He left his bed and started to dress.
It was still the middle of the night, but he couldn't wait any longer, he definitely needed to see someone, even if he would have to drag them to the royal palace all by himself.
