The end. . . .Enjoy. . .
Light lit the room with a warm glow. Two figures lay together in the massive bed. A dark haired, giant of a man held a blonde haired woman with her back to his chest. They were both naked and even in sleep his hands roamed, touching her everywhere. He awoke first, his blue eyes opening slowly and leisurely. He blinked slowly before looking downwards at the woman he held.
He hardly dared to believe it. Was she really here? Was she really back? After all these months, waiting, struggling, patience. He remembered killing Belfiero, and nearly having to kill her as well, all for the fiant sliver of hope that letting his enemy torture her would bring her true memory back. Only when she awoke would he know for sure.
He didn't have to wake longer. She suddenly moaned gratefully and stretched, clearly unashamed that she was naked in his bed. He took his hands away from her and watched her move. Her slender body now had muscle tone to it, and he had felt that she was stronger than her old self the night before, he grinned at that thought.
Feeling her body from the inside again like before had made him do incredible things with her. By the way she moaned his name and begged for more he could tell she wanted him. Truly wanted him this time, he didn't have to coerce her, rape her, or convince her of anything. It had been so long her body had gotten more akin to that of a virginal girl's and he enjoyed that bit.
His heart quickened when she arched her back, it brought back memories to a time when he couldn't touch her. That time with her and nearly driven him to insanity. Now he grinned and watched her with a sexual passion.
"Woman," he growled. His deep voice like gravel to her ears.
She turned her gaze to him and for a moment stared back placidly. His heart skipped a beat but then she smiled back.
"Kurgan," she said. Her tone and voice were the real Arielle he had been searching for.
Without warning she latched onto his neck, brought her knee up to his side, and pressed her body closer to his. She pressed her mouth to his and stuck her tongue into his mouth, wanting him to do the same. He gladly grabbed her body in his massive hands and pulled her closer. She moaned against his breath and tilted her head back for air. In the same moment The Kurgan ran his tongue from her collar bone to .chin. She giggled seductively and wrapped her leg around his waist, pressing her womanhood against his skin, he was thrilled to find she desired him in the morning.
Before they knew it, he was leaning over her, while deep inside. He pushed against her and made her cheeks bleed with color. She bit her lip and held onto him for dear life, never wanting to let go. The Kurgan wasn't the only one exhilarated to have their mate back. It was as if she had missed the feeling he gave her, missed feeling him- all of him- and what he could do.
She had felt trapped in her own body ever since the night she had been kidnapped. Only the night before had she come out of the trapped feeling and found that she couldn't remember anything since that time. Her head was half shaven, she felt sore all over. Soon she would find the bruises from all of her rigorous "training" had left her.
She moaned again, louder, and he leaned down to suck on her neck. She adored it, she adored him. Her body rocked from his thrusts and it was all she could do to hold onto his broad shoulders while he moved in and out of her. She had missed him so much, and to finally hold him again was a burst of relief. He reached back and grabbed her ankle, lifting it high in the air and leaning back. He looked down at her body while they moved together and she didn't hide anything.
Finally they both shuddered and howled together as bursts of release rushed through both. The Kurgan leaned forward and buried his face in the hallow where the shoulder meets the neck. Her skin was warm and a little bit sweaty. He felt her shake beneath him and a rush of strength rolled through him, not enough to have another go with her but enough to let him know he owned her.
He turned over on his back to catch his breath and felt her nestle up against him.
"You wont belive what its like to feel trapped in your body. How many time I wanted to hold you, tell you I was here," she said. "Is it all truly over Kurgan? Belfeiro, Hartmann, Derbith. Can we just be with each other now?"
"Two are dead, Derbith has disappeared. The final battle is over now. There is only time for you learning who truly owns your body." He rumbled.
She looked at him skeptically, "I own my body thank you very much."
"Oh?" He growled and thrust his hand between her legs.
She gasped and tried to hold him back but her efforts were non-existent for all the good they did. She closed her eyes and thrashed her head from side to side. "Ok! Ok! Kurgan please! Ahh!"
Suddenly he rolled onto of her and his face hovered close to hers. He stopped and his hands struck out to pin her wrists down. He stared at her with his blue eyes and she swore she could do that forever. She sighed and let her body relax under his. He suddenly pressed his lips to hers and kissed her with a hard passion, which she returned. When he pulled away she moaned in sadness, the sound took him back to brushing his lips against her skin.
"Lets stay like this forever," she said. "I never want to leave you again. If you go to war, I go with you, if you are called away then I go too." She looked at the ceiling while he kissed her along her soft neck. "Got it?"
He growled as a response. That day they didn't go to the village or out hunting. Arielle watched The Kurgan go through his study and look through every paper to see what Belfeiro had touched. To occupy her time she stared into a hand mirror and despaired about what had happened to her hair. She touched the fuzz where she had shaved it off.
"How did I even manage to do this?" She asked no one in particular. She whined as she touched the fuzz again.
He looked up at her and studied her new look. He couldn't say he approved. While he wasn't one for caring about appearances- besides to be intimidating- he didn't agree with what she had done. He wanted her to look like a delicate woman, all the better when he ravished her. He grunted in agreement with her and let his gaze wander down to the curves of her bottom. He dress was draped perfectly to outline her body, he had to contain his excitement lest he throw her on the desk and strip her bare.
"It should grow back fast, right?" She asked the air again. "I mean my hair usually grows fast. . .But this is awful! I never cared about anything more in my life."
The Kurgan stopped moving and hummed a growl in response.
Her back straightened and she instinctively shuffled away from him, her movements still slightly stiff from their morning love making. She pouted when she looked at him and earned one of his dark chuckles. It gave her comfort and she went back to looking at her hair.
The Kurgan agreed with her request to never leave his side. As they spent the day in his study, he decided that they would going to stay put in the castle for a good measure. After the ordeal they had both gone through, a long overdue rest was well in order.
HA! Yeah right! Not the end by any means. Merely a break between stories. This was like a small reunion chapter for the two and cool down one for me. I thought they needed some romance back :3 Aww they're so cute. I'll write more romance scenes in upcoming chapters, we'll have some small little adventures before working up to the next big one! I need a little moments rest though, I've been working on the others stories I have going, and other little projects...including a steamy little bit I wrote that will probably never go anywhere...Unless I post it on my facebook page! Maybe. Anyway! Thank you to my readers :) I love you all. Stayed tuned for more Kurgan goodness!