Thanks to everyone for their reviews and all the follows/favorites the last two chapters have brought. This chapter is the reason for the M rating for the story, so be cautioned. There is a very mature scene later in this chapter. Thank you all for your continued support. It means a whole lot to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
"Walk with me?" whispered Arya softly. The heartfelt, simple request took Eragon's breathe from his lungs. He smiled softly before nodding. She then turned and vanished off into the woods, her long raven hair trailing behind her. Eragon followed her shortly afterwards. For the life of him, he could deny her nothing.
A peaceful calm had settled over the forest as Arya strode through the darkness, her alabaster skin illuminated lightly in the moonlight, creating an almost otherworldly visage for Eragon as he followed her deeper and deeper into the woods. He felt drawn towards the goddess, her strong, passionate personality and otherworldly beauty pulling him towards her like a siren.
They came upon a starry glade, and as if by some unspoken agreement, settled upon the banks of the calm pool of water. The light of the mostly full moon reflected off of the surface of the water beautifully, and the entire setting reminded him eerily of the glade in which I professed his love for Arya during the Agaeti Blodhren. They spoke no words for a long while, only enjoying the peacefulness of the glade and the calm that they seemed to only be able to obtain in each other's presence.
Eragon looked to his left, taking in Arya's peaceful features and relaxed body. He could not remember another time when she had been as relaxed and at peace as she was in that moment. Words of praise and wonder swelled up within him, springing to the tip of his tongue. All he desired in that moment was to help her understand how amazing she truly was, but he managed to keep himself from speaking, if only for the sake of keeping their bond of friendship intact.
After another long few moments of peaceful silence Arya's melodic voice drifted to him, little more than a whisper. "Beautiful, is it not?" She asked, without looking at him. She continued to merely observe their peaceful surroundings.
He would nod slowly, looking around as he did, only for his eyes to come to rest upon her seemingly glowing form. Smiling softly he responds quietly, "Indeed, Beautiful." He had purposefully phrased his response so that it could be referring to her, or the surrounding. This was a fact that she did not miss.
Tilting her head, an action which created a veil of raven hair over the right side of face, she smiled softly. "You have grown much, Eragon." She said slowly, as if unsure of where she was going with the statement, or what point she was trying to make.
He looked down at the ground, before he began to play with the grass distractedly. "I have grown, Arya. I had to." He said in a quiet voice.
Using one hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, she looks at him steadily for a few long moments, before she spoke once more, "You have surpassed each and every expectation set for you in these past months. I had not realized how much you have grown until we fought earlier. You are no longer the child who wandered into Ellesmera those months ago." She praised softly.
Normally he would shrug off such compliments, but normally he did not receive them from the subject of his affections. Normally he did not receive them from Arya. The same Arya who thoughts of filled his mind in every waking moment. Blushing deeply, he bowed his head towards her. "I have only done what is necessary Arya."
Shaking her head at his modesty, she looks back out across the small pond, content to sit in silence for another long few minutes. By now, Eragon had started to combine the blades of grass into a yet unidentifiable shape, his fingers moving deftly and his eyes focused intently upon his craft. Softly, he began to sing in the ancient language. His deep, yet soft voice washing over the peaceful area like a fresh spring rain.
Arya turned her head to look at what he was doing, but her view of what he was weaving with the grass was obstructed by one of his legs, instead of trying to get a better view, she simply waited and listened to the song that Eragon was singing. He sang of life and energy, wings and flight, dragons and fire. He continued this for a while, before the song slowly faded from his lips, leaving an almost empty feeling calm to settle over the clearing.
Lifting up his cupped hands, he opens them, revealing a sculpture of a dragon made of a swirl of emerald and sapphire tinted blades of grass. He had tinted the grass to match the exact shade of Arya's eyes, and tinted the sapphire grass to match Saphira's fire; a fact that she did not miss. He gently blew upon the dragon's wings, and watched with a smile as it took flight, flapping its wings a few times before letting lose a brilliant swirling jet of emerald and sapphire fire over the water.
Arya watched in wonderment as the Dragon glided across the water in lazy circles, the grass claws of its legs tracing the surface lightly as it eventually glided back towards the two of them on the bank. The dragon flapped a few times before alighting upon Arya's outstretched hands. She stared at it, wondering what its next move would be as Eragon only watched with a smile.
The tiny dragon flared its wings and roared, though the sound was nowhere near as loud as Saphira's roar. As it did this the grass began to fall apart, the pieces of grass drifting away on a gentle breeze and leaving a singular flower in Arya's open palm. Arya's breath caught in her throat as she took in the flower's appearance. It took on the form of a rose, but it was no ordinary rose. The rose's petals swirled in an unnatural way, green and blue mixed seamlessly together in a beautiful display. The green, just like the dragon, was tinted to match Arya's eyes; the blue to match Saphira's scales.
Arya gently grasped the delicate stem between her slim fingers, and brought the flower to her nose, inhaling the sweet scent of the magical flower that Eragon had made for her. She looked up over the soft blue and green petals of the flower to look Eragon directly in his eyes. Burning emerald orbs met soft, hopeful brown eyes, and in that moment Arya found herself dropping the restraints she had so desperately clung to since she was imprisoned by Durza. She surged forward tackling Eragon in a rare display of desperation and crushed her lips into his, wanting nothing more than to experience the love she knew Eragon harbored for her.
It took Eragon a few short moments to comprehend what was happening, but when he did he began moving his lips against her own in a desperate frenzy. He felt as if his blood was on fire, and every little sensation was amplified by a hundred fold by the goddess he held tightly to his chest. Eragon felt a mind reaching out for his own, gently asking for entrance. He quickly recognized the mind as Arya's, and he immediately dropped all of his barriers, allowing their minds to meld seamlessly in an instant as their frenzied kissing continued.
At first Eragon was overwhelmed with the information and feelings he was experiencing from Arya's mind, but his confusion soon faded as scenes passed before his eyes quickly. He saw himself standing across from Arya on the training field in Farthen Dur. He felt the mixed emotions coming from Arya, a confusing mix of wonder and fear. He then saw himself through Arya's eyes begging for her affections under the moonlight during the Agaeti Blodhren. He felt her desire to give in to his requests, give in and be loved; however she was torn, and could not forsake her duty. He saw her crying in the solitude of her own room shortly after. Her rejection had hurt her as much as it had hurt him.
The next scene took him by surprise, and he saw Arya watching him upon one of the many sparring fields of the Varden's Encampment. He noticed with absolute clarity what exactly Arya was focusing on as she watched him train. The things she was focusing on were less than appropriate. He felt her burning desire for him. It was overwhelming.
The scenery changed again and he found himself looking through Arya's eyes as he approached her table and rid her of the men pestering her for being alone. He could feel her relief at finally finding him in the Empire, and knowing that he was alright.
Finally, he saw himself and Arya sparring less than an hour ago, he felt Arya's frustration at being beaten so easily. At the same time, however, he felt her pride in him. When she was defeated and he had whispered to her in the ancient language, he felt Arya's inner struggle. He now knew she had fought the desire that had welled up in her just as he had.
He was pulled back to the present as Arya slowly pulled away from his lips and opened her eyes. He too opened his eyes and took in the image of the burning emerald orbs that looked upon him with something he had only dreamt about. Lust. Desire. Need. Passion. Love. He reached up with one strong, calloused hand and cupped her face gently, stroking her cheek with his thumb as she nuzzled his hand, her eyes lidding slightly.
His voice was soft as he spoke in the ancient language, "I love you, Iet Dröttningu." He whispered to her, trying to convey with his words, eyes, and actions just how much. He stared into emerald eyes, willing her to understand how much.
Her response was not long in coming as her expression softened completely, "And I you, Eragon. I love you." She whispered in the ancient language before leaning down to take his lips with her own yet again.
(MATURE CONTENT PAST THIS POINT, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)
Her hands trailed down his strong chest, finding their way to the hem of his shirt before slowly pulling it up and over his head, ridding him of the obstructing item. They had parted lips only long enough to remove it before feverishly attacking each other again, their tongues dueling each other for dominance. Their melded minds drifted into a haze of passion, their desires combining into an overwhelming need to have each other as close and as intimately as possible. There would be no stopping them now. They had waited too long, and both found themselves wondering why they had waited so long in the first place. It seemed so silly now.
Shortly after his shirt hit the grassy bank, his hands found themselves sliding down her sides, getting a feel for her undeniably feminine figure. He grinned against her lips as he found the hem of her soft leather top, and started pulling it up and off of her body. They once more parted to rid Arya of the article of clothing. Eragon sat up then, tossing the shirt ontop of his some feet away and did not return to kissing her immediately, much to her annoyance, as he stared openly at the beautiful sight revealed to him.
In a rather breathless voice he spoke, "Perfect" before he took his lips to her neck, nipping and kissing at the soft flesh. She wrapped her arms around his neck loosely, her hands resting on his muscular upper back. Arya closed her eyes as she enjoyed his unwavering attention, never failing to utter a soft sigh of pleasure at his actions each time he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot. Driven by instinct and a burning desire to please the goddess who currently sat in his lap, he slowly worked his way down her neck and onto her chest, his hands sliding up her bare sides to gently cup the undersides of her soft and supple breasts. He left little bite marks on the topside of her breasts, taking his time and making sure he paid equal attention to each side.
Much to her pleasure, he took one of her nipples into his mouth gently, scraping his teeth against the sensitive flesh for a few moments before repeating this action with the other one. His efforts earned him many pleased moans from the elf, a sound he thought he could definitely get used to hearing. After going back and forth for a few minutes, he would feel her hands working at his belt with some success. He then rolled them over, and Arya found her bare back pressed up against the soft grass of the bank. Eragon sat over her, looking down at the beauty beneath him. The soft light of the moon made her alabaster skin glow brilliantly in the night, he could not remember a more beautiful sight. Kneeling between her legs he begins placing small kisses down her toned stomach, slowly making his way down to the top of her low rising, soft leather leggings. His hands slide down her bare sides once again, and his thumbs hook beneath the belt, and slowly slid them down over her womanly hips. She would lift her hips up to aid him. His breath would catch in his throat as he pulls him off of her legs and tosses them over into the growing pile of discarded garments. She looked up at him, a soft blush coloring her cheeks as he gazed upon her body in wonder, drinking in the otherworldly beauty beneath him.
Ignoring the rather noticeable tightness in his leather pants, he runs his rough, calloused hands along the outsides of her hips and thighs, enjoying the soft skin beneath his hands. He looks her directly in the eyes, his thoughts betraying his intentions as she spread her legs without question or qualm. He lowered his head between her parted thighs and placed a kiss directly above her glistening slit. Arya's hands quickly found their way into his hair as he did this, and she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out as he followed up with another kiss directly on her most delicate of places. She could feel his tongue dart out and bury itself between her nether lips, and could not hold in the soft cry of pleasure that tore itself from her throat. He went on to do some very imaginative things with his mouth and tongue that she had not thought about before. That is not to say that she did not enjoy it. Quite the opposite, for when he finally started his way back up her body she was left covered in a thin sheen of sweat and gasping for breath as she tried vainly to calm her rapidly beating heart.
After he had completely retraced his steps up her body, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips as he looked into her eyes with a soft smile upon his lips. When she had mostly caught her breath, Eragon found himself being rolled over, Arya's nude form pushing him softly, yet firmly into the ground as she undid his belt. She slid off of his body and, having hooked her thumbs under the waist of his pants, slid them off of his body in a smooth movement. She tossed them into the pile of their clothes. Now fully exposed to the goddess, it was Eragon's turn to blush deeply as his arousal stood proudly for her to see. Something in her eyes shifted and the burning desire returned tenfold, and it made the youth's blood boil. She laid between his legs, propping herself up on one of his thighs, she grasped his manhood in one hand and brought her lips to the tip, mimicking his earlier actions in a way as she kissed the head, before she too began doing things to him that he had thought she would never do. Eragon found himself running his hands through her hair lovingly as she bobbed her head up and down. When she finally pulled away, Eragon too was left covered in a sheen of sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps, and his vision swimming with black and white bursts.
As Eragon was doing his best to recover, Arya crawled her way up his body, a sight that would forever be engrained in the young rider's mind. Eventually she found herself straddling his hips, their bare bodies touching intimately. Blazing emerald eyes found loving chocolate brown eyes as they communicated with both mind and body. Arya's next words surprised him greatly, given the nature of elven courtship.
I will never leave you, Eragon. I promise that I shall never leave you for another. She whispered across their bond in the ancient language.
It took Eragon a few long moments to find the words to respond to her heartfelt declaration. He brought his hands up to cup her face gently and he brought his lips up to hers for a passionate kiss as he too responded in the ancient language. Nor shall I ever abandon you. Into the void will I follow you, Iet Nuanen.
With that said Arya sank backwards and their bodies became one for the first time, eliciting a cry from both of them, Arya's one of pain mixed with pleasure, and Eragon's one of pure ecstacy. Pausing for a long few minutes, Eragon waited patiently for her to adjust to his girth. He would not be able to forgive himself if he hurt her in any way. Eventually, Arya laid her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck loosely. He felt her desire to continue and so he moved slowly, drawing gasps of pleasure from both of them, their voices joining to create a beautiful sound. Arya clutched desperately at Eragon's back as he picked up his pace slowly, her nails digging in enough to cause him to hiss in pain, but to him it only added to the pleasure he was feeling at that moment. Eragon's hands found themselves gripping her hips tightly as they started to move, his fingers gripping the supple flesh of her bum needily. Their pace slowly increased, the tempo of their love song increasing with each successive push and pull. The sounds of their love making filled the moonlit clearing. The speed at which they were moving became frenzied, their desire for each other fueling them as their passionate lovemaking pushed them both rapidly to their climax. With a unified cry from both of them, they collapsed into a panting heap of tangled limbs.
They lay like that for a long while, both recovering slowly from their experience as they clung to each other in the moonlight. Arya was tracing small circles on Eragon's chest as she lay snuggled up to him, her head on his chest. Eragon lay with one arm draped across her lower waist loosely, his other hand tracing small, lazy patterns up and down her back.
"I love you, Arya." Eragon's voice softly whispered in the ancient language.
"I love you too, Eragon." Arya responded quietly, leaning up to place a gentle kiss upon his lips before laying her head back on his warm chest.
The two stayed in this position whispering sweet nothings to each other for a while longer before eventually dressing and walking back to the camp, their minds joined, and hand in hand. Their lives forever changed by the starry glade they left behind.
I'm glad I have finally written this scene, I have been thinking of ways for it to play out in my head for many years now, and finally settled upon something I thought would fit the two of them. I wrote it in an almost wishful way, as this is how I had wanted the encounter during the Agaeti Blodhren to turn out, but was sorely disappointed. I do hope you all enjoyed the chapter. I am not sure if I want to continue the story, and finish their journey to Gil'ead for Oromis and Glaedr's funeral, but I do kind've like the idea of them leaving the Varden with Arya on the back of the saddle, and Arriving at the Elves with Arya in front of Eragon in the saddle. I wonder how Islanzadi would react. That being said, I have another story featuring Eragon/Arya in a bit of a different light in my head that has been forming over the past few months.
Until next time,
Slaud