The Cabin by the Lake (Exclusive): NSFW Morridwen

That night meant nothing.

Mor could still taste the female's kiss.

She meant nothing.

The sound of her breathless gasps still filled Mor's fantasies.

None of it meant anything.

A kiss so fiercely passionate it set their blood boiling and drew and undignified moan from her lips.

I love you, Morrigan.

And then she simply vanished.

For three hundred years Mor took up a vigil on the anniversary of their meeting. Centuries of searching for a female no one knew in a city no one could enter or leave. She should have been found in a day- but she'd remained elusive. Mor still took lovers, but a part of her would inevitably compare them to that perfect, dark-skinned female and suddenly they were the ones who meant nothing.

Both of them had been masked and far from sober. The sex wasn't what stood out in her memory- it was how right everything felt. Her body fit against Mor's perfectly, her dark skin was a perfect complement to Mor's golden tone, and the sound of her voice-

-it was the most perfect sound she could imagine.

That perfect match was what her greedy heart craved.

But… nothing. Three hundred years, and not so much as a whisper of her.

Perhaps it wasn't the mysterious female who meant nothing. Perhaps it was Mor herself.

Would she be disgusted to discover that the third in command of Night was utterly in thrall? Did it make her laugh when she pictured Mor pining away decade after decade? A single night- that was all they'd had. Why did it have to be more than that?

Well, it didn't have to be, but that was what Mor wanted above all else.

Rhysand was taken Under the Mountain, and Mor forced herself to set aside the ghost of that cruel, divine female. She had to at least try to be stronger for the people of Velaris.

Fifty years passed, and now with Elain, Lucien, and Nesta in tow their expanded family descended on Rita's for the Feast of Souls. Rhysand and Feyre were… otherwise engaged at home, but Mor was determined to have fun. It didn't matter that she had felt that anxiety and pain again the moment Rhys returned from Under the Mountain- as if the female were somewhere close. It didn't matter that the dark eyes of her lover were haunting her once again. She would have fun, and she would find a way to move on.

Tension hung over Mor, thick and nearly tangible. She felt a twisting guilt in her chest, as if she'd forgotten something. It was a feeling she'd had every Feast of Souls since that blessed and damnable encounter. She always thought 'Maybe this time she'll be there,' and yet she never was.

Still… what if?

As Mor wrestled with the decision to stay on the dance floor or go home, Rita caught her eye, glanced at the door to the upstairs party, and nodded.

It was Rita's mate who'd introduced her to the stranger. They both knew of Mor's centuries-long quest for her identity.

Could that mean-

Mor didn't care who saw her. She ran to the door and took the steps two at a time. Anyone who got in her way was moved with a hurried 'sorry' and a not-so-gentle shove. She almost knocked the doors off their hinges in her rush to enter and-

-and sitting at the table Mor had conducted her vigil from was a dark-skinned female in a black dress, her identity hidden behind a black veil and a gold-and-diamond mask that obscured everything beneath her obsidian eyes.

She gave no thought to who may see her unmasked face. Mor went straight to the female she'd loved and lost. Delicate, slender hands slid to her hips as Mor lifted the veil just far enough to seize the female's mouth- a boundary she'd set on their only meeting. Her shattering kiss was as devastatingly perfect as the last they'd shared.

Mor didn't even bother to excuse herself from her friends downstairs. Rita would tell them she'd left with someone. She winnowed the female across Velaris, straight into her apartment.

"Where have-"

The female put a finger on Mor's lips to stop her as they both struggled for breath. They were trembling with need, but the female took a step back.

"I was scared for so long. I thought you would hate me if you knew. Every year I watched you look for me, and every year it killed me to stay away. After Under the Mountain, I refuse to be afraid."

"Under the Mountain?" Mor paused- then it hit her in a wave of terror and ice. Only two females from Velaris went Under the Mountain- two females far, far too close to the Inner Circle, "Which one?"

There was no hesitation as the half-wraith removed her veil- the shield that gave her the courage to love Mor openly for just one night so many years ago. Her almond-shaped eyes and the crook in her left eyebrow- Mor knew instantly.

"Cerridwen."

She stared at her for a long time- at Azriel's spy who she'd loved with quiet ferocity for three long centuries. The female who'd wrecked all others for her, who'd vanished after a kiss that Mor could still feel on her lips even now.

A female who was something far greater than nothing… the one Mor had long since realized… was her mate.

"You didn't give me a chance last time," she whispered. "You didn't wait for me to reply, so let me say it properly now."

Mor stepped in close, erasing the gap between them. She cupped Cerridwen's face in her hands and stroked her silken cheeks, just as she'd done after their first and only night together.

I love you Morrigan.

"I love you too."

Cerridwen barely managed to stifle a sob as Mor grabbed her and drew her into a long, hard kiss. Her entire body was overwhelmed by lightning and fire- by the feeling of that golden female she'd loved so much for so long, it was hard to even breathe each time she was dismissed from her presence.

One of Mor's hands slid around Cerridwen's lower back while the other moved up her spline to gently hold the back of her neck. It took three hundred years to find Cerridwen again, she wasn't about to let go.

Memory tended to distort with time, or so Mor believed. A pleasant memory becomes magical, the bad get worse. After her desperate search, a part of Mor had long since accepted that even if she did find the female, things couldn't possibly be as perfect as she'd imagined.

She was wrong.

If anything, time had dulled the fantasy of Cerridwen's lips against hers. Mor couldn't taste enough of them. They were perfectly formed, and she could hardly stop herself as she sucked Cerridwen's lower lip between hers, acutely aware of the other returning as much attention to her upper one.

The first brush of Cerridwen's tongue between her lips elicited a soft, pleading moan. Both still had a barrier up- those same walls of uncertainty and fear that separated them for so long. With Mor's arms tight around Cerridwen and the wraith's stroking her hair, they were still two beings.

Separate. Individual. Apart.

So, Mor opened her mouth, and let Cerridwen's tongue enter.

The taste of her lips had only been a shadow of the divine sweetness Mor found in her mouth. Her own tongue stroked and teased as Cerridwen returned her moans.

Slowly, almost on their own, Cerridwen's hands moved from Mor's hair to her back, her sides, her hips. A soft nudge- barely more than a shifting of the feet, adjusted their hips so that each female's pelvis pressed against the other's thigh. That pressure sent a shiver through Mor, but it was nowhere near enough.

She broke their kiss and opened her eyes to meet Cerridwen's gaze. Their bodies were pressed against one another, with pesky clothing keeping them apart. A blush covered the wraith's chest and cheeks. Her eyes were wide as she panted.

Cerridwen held still as Mor stepped back. Her dark eyes followed a golden hand as it rose to cup her cheek. She turned her gaze back to the shining female and nuzzled her palm, turning ever so slightly to lick at Mor's thumb, then draw the tip in to lightly scrape with her teeth.

Mor's eyes never left Cerridwen's as she traced her thumb along those perfect lips. Once she'd circled back around, the wraith nipped at it once again. Mor slid the thumb in to her mouth to the first knuckle, then began to slowly pump it in and out as Cerridwen started sucking at the skin. She stroked the pad of Mor's finger with her tongue slowly, showing her exactly what she planned to do between her legs later on.

Aching need was building in Mor and she whimpered at the heat of Cerridwen's mouth. The apex of her thighs pulsed in time with her lover's tongue.

Her thumb withdrew and she returned to Cerridwen's embrace. She cupped her lover's neck once more and trailed kisses along her jaw, earning a happy sigh. The shy desire in Cerridwen made Mor burn hotter, and she slid a hand down from neck to shoulder, drawing aside the strap of Cerridwen's black dress. The wraith freed her arm from it entirely and with a kiss of cool air, her breast slipped free.

Red silk scraped across the too-sensitive flesh of her erect nipples as Mor pressed against her. The hand on Cerridwen's shoulder slid down to the newly exposed flesh. Mor gently squeezed her breast, earning a sweet gasp.

Again, it was even more perfect than Mor remembered. A comfortable handful of warmth and impossibly soft skin that all pulled towards a mahogany nipple the perfect size for nibbling.

Mor swirled her thumb around the nipple before pinching it. Cerridwen's next gasp was swallowed by Mor's lips as she drew her once more into a deep, open kiss. Refusing to release Cerridwen's breast, Mor stepped back and pulled her lover along.

Cerridwen smiled against her lips as Mor pulled her from the foyer to her bedroom. She broke the kiss only to draw some much-needed air. "I've had three hundred years to dream of how I would do this."

"I've been dreaming of it far longer." Cerridwen let or sit on the bed before lifting her skirts and moving to straddle Mor's hips. She stroked her golden face and smiled at the way it seemed to glow against her darkness. Mor's arms circled her waist, holding her secure. On a whim, she rested her cheek along the draped fabric of Cerridwen's half-on dress, her nose gently pressing against the wraith's breast.

"When Azriel brought Nuala and I to meet you all- the moment I saw you I was lost," Cerridwen cradled Mor's head, basking in the miracle that was at last in her arms. No fear, no shame, and no mask to conceal her identity, "I loved you quietly every second those years. Even Nuala noticed I'd lost myself to someone- not that she ever knew who. I went to Rita's that night because she told me to find a female who could help me forget the other."

"You always knew it was me beneath the mask, didn't you? Before I even took it off?" There was pain in her voice, a deep, aching regret for every second they'd lost because of her fears.

"I did," Cerridwen tipped Mor's chin up until their eyes met, "and I don't hold it against you. You looked for me, I was the one hiding. I saw how sad you were and I just- I was too scared of losing you to risk having you."

"Feyre knows… what I am." Mor's arms tightened and she hid her face once more in Cerridwen's chest, "If it is the only way to be with you, I'll tell the others." Her words were muffled, and Cerridwen's heart cracked.

She returned to stroking Mor's hair, comforting her, "Don't you dare, not for me."

"I would do anything for you," Mor whispered, and she meant it. Three hundred years apart, and yet now, in Cerridwen's arms, she knew she'd found home at last.

"Love me," Cerridwen lifted her face and kissed Mor, "trust me, and hold me. But don't reveal yourself for me. Do it for you, and only when you're ready. My sexuality is the easiest part of me for people to understand, so I have never feared it or questioned how others would see me. I can't imagine how hard it must be to reveal that precious side of yourself and I would never make it a condition of my love for you."

Mor sobbed against her lips and salty tears mixed into their kiss. Cerridwen was a miracle she didn't deserve. To the wraith, Mor was a blessing from the divine.

Cerridwen kissed away Mor's tears, but the golden female needed her to know how much her words and actions meant. She seized Cerridwen's mouth with hers and rolled to lay her on her back. She kept a hand on the wraith's cheek as she shifted to straddle her leg and whipped blindly through the fabric of her skirts. Once she found a way in, her fingers reached for Cerridwen's leg and followed it up towards something warm and swollen with need.

That was where the desperation eased somewhat. Cerridwen had foregone undergarments and Mor's fingers traced the curve of her smooth entrance. Up and down her finger slid, never enough to part the folds, no matter how Cerridwen whimpered against her mouth or angled her knees out and away- opening herself.

When Mor's finger parted her at last, it came away shining with moisture.

She continued her light tracing, only offering the tip of her finger- enough to tease the inside of her folds but not touch her entrance or touch her knot. Still, a drop of something slick and sweet soon rolled down her finger.

"Please," Cerridwen gasped at last. Her hand grasped Mor's elbow as if she could force her hand in deeper, but the other resisted.

She slid another finger through Cerridwen until it too was covered in her wetness. Despite her whispered pleas against Mor's lips, she continued to tease her- all the while torturing herself.

"Take it off," Mor said at long last, moving the skirts from beneath her knee. Cerridwen didn't hesitate- she shifted her hips up- straight into Mor's waiting knot. Mor gasped and ground against Cerridwen harder and harder, until she managed to pull her skirts out from under her and finally threw her dress off the bed.

Mor fell onto her aching breasts in an instant, and as she sucked one into her mouth she slowly pushed her fingers into Cerridwen. The wraith arched in an instant, pushing herself against Mor's mouth with a wordless cry. Too long- it had been too long since she felt so whole and complete. She wanted to kiss Mor- to return as much of this incredible feeling as she'd been given.

While Mor focused her attentions on Cerridwen's slit and breast, Cerridwen began to roll her hips up into the slow plunge of her fingers. Mor moaned and her own breath hitched as the leg beneath her shifted to rub against her knot through the fabric of her gown.

"Take it off," Cerridwen threw Mor's words back at her.

Mor was forced to withdraw from Cerridwen's body, leaving her empty and hungrier than ever. She slipped a hand beneath Mor's skirts as the golden female negotiated hidden ties- then those of the ruby corset beneath. Cerridwen had no love for undergarments, but Mor most certainly did. She felt silk lace and stroked the front of that- hard enough to encourage Mor to undress faster, but not hard enough to offer any reprieve.

The dress was, at last, flung aside, and with it her corset. Cerridwen slipped her hand down the front of those red silk panties and hooked two fingers into Mor. When the female bent down to kiss her, she dodged her lips with a smirk and immediately took one of Mor's large breasts into her mouth.

Nothing existed beyond Cerridwen's touch- nothing save the scent of her arousal. Mor pushed her cool fingers back into her lover and curled her thumb down to press- finally- against her knot. Cerridwen's shout of pleasure was little more than a hum as she continued to bite and suck at Mor's breasts. As sensitive as she was there- it was almost as good as rubbing her clit too.

Cerridwen had Mor's breast to absorb her gasps and cries. Mor had nothing. She was shaking, whimpering with need and desire. A thick, wet sound came from both and only served to encourage the wave growing inside her. That lewd sound represented what she could do to Cerridwen- as much as the wraiths tortured cries. It also stood for what Cerridwen was capable of drawing from her.

Mor's free hand pinched and squeezed Cerridwen's breast as her fingers slowly began to pick up speed. Cerridwen's hips began to rise as she released Mor's breast and looked up at her- mouth frozen open. She exhaled low and slow, but the tension in her body gave it sound. Mor was almost lost, but she smiled at that sound.

Her other most treasured memory took on new significance- the way Cerridwen screamed her pleasure as it devastated her. For a quiet, secretive wraith she could make the most wonderful sounds.

At the same time, both females slid their fingers from one another. Cerridwen turned half onto her side and lifted her leg for Mor to grab. The other female ripped her panties in an effort to get them off faster, then shifted so that she was straddling Cerridwen's open legs. She pressed her heat to her lover's entrance, hugged the leg tight to her chest, and began to roll her hips in tight, focused circles. Within a few passes, her folds parted against Cerridwen, and the wraith's against hers.

They cried in unison as their knots found one another and that glorious, wet noise filled the air once more. No female ever fit so completely against Mor, and Cerridwen never felt more powerful or powerless as she did beneath this one. Her pleasure slid back for a moment as she found their rhythm, but now it was rushing at her hard and fast.

It would be impossible to hold back the tidal wave.

As much as Mor loved Cerridwen's screams, Cerridwen loved the flood unleashed by the other's orgasm.

Mor's gaze was drawn from Cerridwen's at last and her circling focused exclusively on the swirling of their knots. She pressed down harder and harder as Cerridwen's gasps turned to shuddering cries and her body tensed.

A squeak from Mor was the sign that the wave was upon her. That squeak sent Cerridwen over the edge.

Her back arched and two growing cries were torn from her lips before her jaw clenched and a scream ripped through her. Her entire body was hard and loose as Mor ground against her knot, made a far quieter shout, and was immobilized by blinding, glorious fire. The first splash of her against Cerridwen's knot took the very breath from her lungs, and the wraith quickly reached down to pull her lips open wider.

She screamed again and took over for Mor, grinding their bodies together as another jet of Mor's release hit hard against her quaking entrance. Mor fell to her side on the bed, but still she held Cerridwen's leg, and the wraith didn't stop moving until Mor's body shuddered and she forced a hand between them, protecting her core.

Mor shivered and shook with the force of her climax. White spots danced before her eyes and she wasn't entirely sure she could fight back the darkness that threatened to take her as she shielded herself from any more stimulation.

Only when that other tension left her did she let Cerridwen untangle their legs and crawl up the bed to kiss her.

"I love you," Mor murmured, her body still shuddering with violent pulses of pleasure.

Cerridwen settled against Mor and held her- mound to mound and breast to breast. There was no denying they fit perfectly. She wanted to kiss her through the next ten minutes- until Mor had recovered enough for Cerridwen to wreck her again. But there was something she had to do-

"This time we can say it in the same century," she whispered against Mor's lips. "I love you too."