~Faith Hill-Let's Make Love~

Khadgar lay Cordana gently on the bed. She looked up at him, her lips slightly parted and her glowing eyes soft. He leaned over her, one knee between her thighs. He brushed his lips against hers and she placed her arms around his neck, staring up at him expectantly.

"Sweet Cordana," he whispered.

She kissed him, her tongue lightly flicking against his lips. He returned the gesture, teasing her, until she crushed her lips to his and deepened the kiss.

Khadgar's body pressed hard against Cordana's, and she was losing herself to her own desire. His kiss inflamed her, made the blood racing through her veins feel like it had been set on fire.

"Have you put a spell on me, Archmage?" she whispered. "I cannot think beyond my love for you."

"If I did," he responded, planting little kisses on her forehead, eyes and cheeks. "Then it has reflected back upon me also."

Cordana drew her leg up over him and ran her hands down his body. She loved the feel of his skin beneath her fingers, the subtle wave of his muscles, the internal heat he always seemed to posses, that emanated from him like embers in a firebed.

Khadgar sighed with pleasure, and positioned himself at her entrance. He reached down and gently opened her, ensuring her readiness to accept him. She inhaled sharply as he pushed his entire length inside, still needing to adjust to his size, and she held onto him tightly, stopping him from moving for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Cordana," he said tenderly, kissing her. "I still forget myself sometimes."

She ran her fingers through his hair, then down his neck and shoulders and played with the hair on his chest. She raised her hips and closed her eyes, relaxing herself as he slowly began moving inside her. It would have been so easy to release immediately, the pleasure he felt was overwhelming him already. Khadgar sat back on his knees, still deep within her and looked down, taking in the sight of what he truly believed was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Everything about her radiated sensuality, he noticed it in the tiniest and most mundane things she did, and it left him in a state of constant desire, like an elixir whose effects never wore off.

Khadgar tenderly caressed her breasts, her sides, and down to the tuft of hair between her legs. He touched her swollen nub, eliciting a soft moan from her, and rocked against her at the same time. Cordana arched her back and bit down on her lower lip, a gesture she made when she felt a deep and intense pleasure. He smiled.

He continued his subtle movements and caresses until he felt the tension rise within her. He moved with more intent, pulling out further, thrusting deeper. She moved with him, tightening herself around him, making him groan as he fought to control his urge to release.

He urged her to let go, burying himself deep inside her while he suckled her nipples, then kissed her neck while gently squeezing and stroking them. Finally, as he gave one hard thrust, Cordana released with a cry, her internal muscles grabbing at him, squeezing and pulsing. He held back, wishing to enjoy her moment, but at the same time wanting to take her, posses her, fiercely and with the voracity his desire demanded.

She opened her brightly glowing eyes, a sultry smile on her lips. She pulled him down to her, kissing him deeply, her tongue making contact with every erogenous zone in his mouth, and flipped him over beside her. The strength of her body kept him inside and she sat astride him, her hands pinning his down. She laughed at his stunned expression and began moving, grinding against him.

"I cannot let you have all the fun, Archmage," she purred.

"On the contrary," he whispered. "I believe it is you who is having all the fun!"

She took him to the edge of release, then stopped, looking at him, releasing his hands. He placed them on her hips and pushed her down, driving himself as deep as he possibly could inside her. She withdrew from him and sat there, letting him feel the heat of her flower. He moaned and moved his hips, trying to push back inside her, only managing to feel her stroke along the outside of his length.

"Release me," he begged. "Cordana, please!"

She shook her head, her thick hair forming a curtain around him as she bent to kiss him.

She hovered there, her lips barely touching his, her tongue tracing around his lips until he could take it no longer. Khadgar was stronger than she was, and moved with intent, finding her entrance and thrusting hard into her. She cried out and sat up, her hands on his chest and laughing, let him take her as he wished.

His release was powerful and she felt it deep inside her, the hot fluid made even hotter by the force behind it. Khadgar cried out, his hands on her hips, gripping her almost painfully, holding himself as deep as he possibly could. He was breathing heavily, his heartbeat loud and the blood racing in his veins.

Khadgar pulled Cordana down to him and kissed her, then gently moved her to the side, staying inside her, not wanting to leave the warmth of her body.

"Cordana," he whispered, his voice husky. "I am possessed by you, body and soul, what have you done to me?"

She held him close, one leg draped over his hip. "I have loved you," she responded. "Given all of me in exchange for all of you. Is that a fair trade, Archmage Khadgar of the Kirin Tor?"

"Mmhmm," he murmured. "Very fair, indeed, though I believe I have gotten the better end of this transaction."

Cordana smiled. "That, my love, is where you are wrong!"

They dozed off contentedly, still joined together.