Winter's Echo
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Just Desserts
Two hours and many 'what ifs' later, Elsa felt pretty confident in the layout of her plans. They had circled the far perimeter of the Northuldran territory and found several perfect places for an earth giant to lie in wait. The only thing the winter spirit wasn't completely sure about was a good hiding place far from the reach of danger for her sister and her noaide. There were several nooks, crannies, and half-hidden places to hole up, but none that satisfied the queen's high demands. When she had voiced her concern, the Northuldran had made a playfully snide comment about placing her and Anna in a protective snow-globe that earned her a full ten minutes of silence from the blonde as punishment. Needless to say, it was a mistake the dark-haired woman was not keen to repeat.
Honeymaren had spent much of their time scouting in silence. Partly, it was to allow the anxious queen the chance to ponder her tactics uninterrupted, Elsa needing only occasional input from her. The protective and precautionary nature of the task was clearly a natural strength for the monarch and her Northuldran lover couldn't help the small, proud smiles that would bloom on her face as she listened to the blonde rationalize her decisions to herself aloud. When Elsa caught her in these moments of admiration and bashfully questioned her, Honeymaren would simply shake her head in response as her small smiles grew wider. The queen would roll her eyes good-naturedly, the small blush in her cheeks taking away any true dismissal in the gesture and continue on with her one-sided discussion. This left Honeymaren to the main reason for her silence - the pondering of her own situation.
Over and over Honeymaren went through her harrowing vision, going over every detail with a fine-toothed mental comb. The first hour of searching or so she spent in deep resentment and anger as she held the blonde beauty close in her arms while they trekked slowly through the forest on their antlered mount. Why wouldn't Ahtohallan just let them be happy? Was this her punishment for choosing to love Elsa as a person rather than serve her as a spirit? And why let Elsa, a favored child of the Great Mother herself, suffer so deeply? The Northuldra never thought the Great Mother capable of such cruelty. 'Yet, here we are,' Honeymaren had thought bitterly.
Once they had dismounted to walk the denser areas of the forest and Honeymaren stood back to allow the queen to explore, reasoning and rationalizing to herself aloud as she did, the anger began to slowly fade from the noaide's heart. Ulrik was a blight on the winter spirit's life long before Ahtohallan's existence was even made known to her lover - the Great Mother was not responsible for the evil beyond the forest. Honeymaren watched as Elsa explored the area with sure, graceful movements, delicate features set in deep contemplation. Bright blue eyes that shone with the intelligence of the queen's incredible mind scrutinized the forest around her, lighting up with excitement when the perfect plan finally presented itself to her. In that moment, Honeymaren realized how very wrong she was to be so angry with Ahtohallan. The Great Mother was not punishing her for her love with this fate - she was gifting her the chance to protect her love. The noaide's vision was not a final fate - it was the gift of a choice. She could let fate run its course and survive, or she could trade her life for that of the woman she loved. Honeymaren closed her eyes against the tears that began to well, taking a deep breath to prevent them from spilling over and drawing her lover's worry. She sent a silent prayer of apology and thanks to Ahtohallan for the chance to protect Elsa from her gruesome fate, promising to protect the life of her child of winter with her own...for a life without Elsa was not a life worth living.
Now, as they stood in the valley of the hot springs, memories of their first days together flooded Honeymaren's mind and she yearned desperately to touch the queen who had grown so much since that time. She watched as the woman who once struggled to exist in her own skin walked with commanding poise about her environment as she confidently planned for a one-woman war. Again, the Northuldran was left in awe as she was reminded just how formidable and powerful her beautiful lover was, her control over ice and snow being at the bottom of the list of the reasons why. Elsa's quixotic mind, fighting spirit, and fierce morality were just a few of the things that made her a successful, eternally beloved queen and a force to be reckoned with, not her powers; knowing that the blonde had finally begun to accept this as well sent a deep surge of need for the woman through the Northuldran. She needed to hold her, touch her, taste her, possess her in every sense of the word. She needed to be as close as possible for as long as possible...while it was possible.
Elsa looked pensively around the smattering of large boulders in the hot spring valley, their final stop before they would head back to the encampment. "You have a good point about this place, Maren," Elsa said thoughtfully. "It would be smart of them to come through this way if they happened to know it was here. The mist would cover their approach. I think this is the last place to station an earth giant," she said with a confident nod, clasping her hands together. "That means we are officially covered from all sides. We can head back now." Honeymaren gave Elsa an unreadable look and walked over to the blonde slowly. "We're done?" she asked intently as she moved, her unblinking gaze locked on the beautiful queen. Elsa turned around and blinked in surprise upon seeing her lover's slow, almost stalking approach. "Y-Yes?" she barely managed to stutter out before she was pressed against the warm, smooth face of a boulder, her breath stolen as full lips crashed possessively against hers.
Elsa responded to the frantic kiss without hesitation, gasping when both of her wrists were firmly pinned above her head by one hand, Honeymaren's other sliding straight into the waistband of the skintight, icy fabric of her pants. The blonde monarch cried out in pleasure when skilled fingers immediately cupped her most intimate area, the Northuldran groaning at the abundant wetness already gathered there. "By the spirits, you're already soaking wet my goddess," she husked out into the blonde's ear. "How long have you been waiting for me to touch you like this, Elsa?" she asked as she teasingly dipped the first digit of her finger into the queen's tight entrance, the heel of her palm rubbing slow, firm circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the front of her sex. Elsa moaned her lover's name breathlessly as she gasped for air before tugging insistently at the grip her lover had on her wrists. Honeymaren instantly released her hold on the queen, instead planting her hand against the side of the boulder next to Elsa's head to steady them.
Elsa stared deep into Honeymaren's passion-darkened eyes, biting her lip as she reached down to place one hand purposefully on top of the one pleasuring her, the other winding into thick, dark tresses. "I've been waiting...my whole life...for you to touch me, Maren," she gasped out before pressing against the knuckles of Honeymaren's hand and pushing the teasing finger deep inside of her, moaning loudly as her tight walls gripped it greedily. "Fuck," Honeymaren moaned out at the action, nearly climaxing right then and there as she pushed a second finger deep inside of the queen, relishing the sound of Elsa's answering cry of pleasure. She buried her face in the crook of Elsa's neck and began pumping her fingers swiftly in and out of the keening spirit, her patience for foreplay spent long ago; her lover was more than ready for her and she would make good on Elsa's promise for the Northuldran or ravish her to her heart's content.
The blonde queen grasped fruitlessly at the smooth surface of the boulder before wrapping her arms around Honeymaren's neck, desperate for purchase to ground herself in the blistering pace her dark-haired siren set. As she neared her climax at unprecedented speed, her knees began to buckle beneath her and she leaned heavily on her noaide. "Oh Gods, Maren...M-Maren, I'm coming. Gods, I'm coming for you," she whimpered desperately in her lover's ear, a nearly silent, strangled cry escaping her throat as every muscle in her body locked in ecstasy. Elsa buried her face in Honeymaren's shoulder, her teeth finding the firm muscle there in pure, pleasured abandon. "Elsa!" Honeymaren gasped, her eyes opening wide in surprise as the sound of the queen's whisper in her ear and the passionate lovebite combined with the feel of Elsa's virginal walls spasming around her fingers to send her over the edge to her own small release. "Holy shit," she panted, shaking her head in disbelief and pressing her body against Elsa's as the spirit rode out her own tidal wave of pleasure. Honeymaren waited until she felt the queen's orgasm subside, the warm, satin walls slowly releasing their grip on her fingers before she pulled her hand away. As she did, Elsa collapsed lightly against her lover and draped her arms over her shoulders, trying to catch her breath.
As soon as she withdrew her hand, Honeymaren immediately began to tug at the icy fabric of Elsa's outfit, growling in annoyance when the skintight nature of it made it difficult to remove. "Elsa, with the Spirits as my witnesses, if you do not make this go away right now, I will rip it to shreds," she growled out as she tugged at the fabric, much to Elsa's amusement. "Patience is a virtue, darling," she purred, gasping in surprise when Honeymaren did just as she said she would. A loud ripping sound echoed across the valley as the Northuldran tore the icy fabric of Elsa's shirt apart, ripping it right down the middle and exposing her full, pert breasts, stiff nipples already standing at full attention for her noaide. Honeymaren immediately ducked down and took one into her mouth, suckling it greedily while skilled fingers, still slick with the queen's release, gently rolled and pinched its twin. The blonde cried out sharply, her hands instantly tangling in Honeymaren's hair and pulling her closer.
After a moment, Honeymaren slid back up the queen's body to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, stealing Elsa's gasp of pleasure from her lungs and forcing her to break off for air. Elsa's head spun as Honeymaren reached down with both hands and squeezed her firm behind, forcing her hips to press pleasantly against her lover's. "Are you going to take care of this or am I going to?" The Northuldran asked huskily as she fingered the icy hem of Elsa's pants. The queen smirked challengingly through her quick pants for breath, biting her lip teasingly. The quick pace Honeymaren was setting created an excitement in Elsa she had never felt before. For the first time in her life, Elsa found herself ready to throw caution to the wind. For the first time, she felt safe enough to do just that. She felt free; free to cross boundaries, free to tempt fate, free to give in to her desires.
Free to push back.
"I don't know, it's quite sexy to watch you lose control, baby," she purred in a low voice, purposely grinding her hips into the noaide's. Honeymaren groaned, her own body quite sensitive from her secret release. She raised her eyebrow at the challenge in Elsa's voice, smirking in amusement. "So," she drawled out, pressing Elsa firmly against the warm rock. "You want to play, do you, Snowflake?" Elsa swallowed thickly as her heartbeat quickened. Something about the nearly predatory gleam in her lover's eyes pulled sharply at the wound up muscles in her lower belly. Did she want to play?
Oh, yes. Yes, she did.
Honeymaren grasped at the shoulders of Elsa's ruined shirt and yanked the fabric down over pale, creamy shoulders. She pulled it halfway down the spirit's arms before letting go, leaving them tangled in the tight fabric just above the elbow. Elsa blinked in confusion before her mouth went impossibly dry as Honeymaren undid the buttons of her own shirt and slowly slipped it off of her smooth shoulders, Elsa's passionate bite mark the only blemish to be seen on her tan skin. She let the material slide teasingly down to reveal full, firm breasts and a toned, muscled stomach and torso. Elsa immediately began to try to untangle herself from the twisted fabric of her own ripped shirt so she could reach out and finally touch her lover, instantly understanding the hatred her noaide had for the uncooperative material. Just as she dematerialized it and reached out to her, Honeymaren captured her hands and spun her around, pressing her against the boulder once more. Elsa cried out softly in surprise as her nipples came in pleasant contact with the warm surface of the stone, even the smoothness of the water-worn boulder rough against the sensitive buds. Honeymaren tied Elsa's hands behind her back with the more tangible fabric of her own shirt, knotting the sleeves tightly around her wrists before pressing her bare chest against Elsa's naked torso. "Oh, I'm sorry, my love, did you want to touch?" Honeymaren asked teasingly. Elsa whimpered at the feel of her lover's warm, bare skin against her own, pressing back as close as she could to the woman. She couldn't believe how her body was reacting to Honeymaren, though she shouldn't be surprised; of course the noaide would be able to play her like a finely tuned instrument, both body and mind.
"Is this what you wanted, Your Majesty?" Honeymaren asked, guiding her bound hands backward a bit so her fingertips made contact with a firm, muscled stomach. Elsa closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. Touching Honeymaren was like touching fire, with all of the searing heat but none of the pain. As Honeymaren's free hand undid the drawstring of her pants, her other hand guided Elsa's lower and lower and the queen's heart began to race. Faster and faster it pounded out its rhythm with every inch of skin her fingertips traveled, her mind dully registering the muffled sound of fabric falling to the ground. Elsa moaned loudly when they were guided into the slick heat of her lover's most intimate area for the first time. Honeymaren's hips jerked forward involuntarily as the blonde queen touched her, moaning softly into silky, white-gold tresses. Elsa whimpered helplessly at the exotic sound and immediately tried to turn around, only to be held firm by her lover's strong hands. With a mighty show of will power, Honeymaren pulled just out of the blonde's reach, Elsa crying out in frustration at the loss. "Maren, please...please, don't tease me, I'm sorry, I'll do anything you ask," she begged as she struggled against her binding. Honeymaren grinned and leaned close to whisper in her ear. "If I can't touch...you can't touch," she breathed. "I'm not going to ask again, Elsa. Anything that separates my lips from your body needs to go away. Now."
The skintight, icy material of Elsa's pants dissolved in an instant. The moment it did, Honeymaren flipped the bound queen around to face her and claimed her lips in a bruising kiss, running her fingers through her hair and pulling her close, both women moaning at the feel of their bare skin coming in full contact. The moment they were forced to break apart for air, Honeymaren fell to her knees before the queen, immediately delving her tongue into the dripping folds of her sex. Elsa's knees instantly wavered, threatening to buckle as she moaned loudly, her bound hands unable to help steady her. She blushed hotly when Honeymaren lifted one of her legs over her shoulder, forcing her legs apart and baring the already vulnerable queen's most intimate area to her lover. Elsa looked down at the gorgeous image of the Northuldran pleasuring her, warm brown eyes glancing up at her teasingly through dark lashes. The sight alone nearly brought the writhing queen to an early climax, as beautiful as Honeymaren was. Elsa screamed in pleasure when Honeymaren forced her tongue deep inside of her, the talented muscle penetrating her over and over again as she watched in lewd fascination. Her hips bucked wildly against the source of her pleasure, desperately trying to force more contact as she rode the edge of oblivion. "Please, Maren! Gods, I'm so close! Please baby...please make me come for you...make me scream..." Honeymaren moaned loudly into her lover's sex, her efforts redoubling. 'What a sly little minx,' her passion-addled mind thought. Elsa knew exactly what she was doing, talking like that. While the noaide had relied on her spirit-borne abilities to whip the queen into a frenzy, Elsa's sharp, quixotic mind was a thing to be reckoned with; of course she would pick up on what made Honeymaren react to her.
Honeymaren's heart soared at the confidence that had so quickly built itself within the queen. Before her stood a woman who not only no longer feared the fierceness of her own passion but was now reveling in it. Gone was the young queen too shy and insecure to believe herself worthy of love. Left in her place was a confident, lionhearted woman who would be tamed by no one but the Northuldran herself. And in that spirit, Honeymaren was not about to let her clever blonde lover have the last laugh in this new game. The Northuldran raked her nails up the inside of the leg that rested over her shoulder, grinning when the queen's muscles spasmed beneath the teasing touch before forcing two fingers deep inside the writhing spirit, curling them slightly until she found the magical, spongy patch of flesh hidden within her. If Elsa wanted to scream, who was Honeymaren to deny her?
Scream the blonde queen did as the noaide flexed her fingers roughly against the heavenly patch over and over, suckling sharply at the sensitive bundle of nerves at the front of her sex and flicking it rapidly with the tip of her tongue. Elsa bucked her hips wildly as she was rapidly driven to orgasm after orgasm. She knew her lover would not allow her a moment of rest, so she instead begged for her wrath. "Fuck, harder, Maren! Please, baby, harder! Gods, I'm coming for you again!" Elsa screamed with abandon until, finally, the queen's body gave out and she became too weak to stand, leaving Honeymaren to support her full weight as she rode her most recent wave of pleasure. Honeymaren rose to her feet, pulling the weak spirit up with her as she did. One hand wrapped around her lover's waist to steady her while the other reached behind her and skillfully pulled apart the knot that bound her wrists. The moment they were free, Elsa's arms wound their way around her noaide's neck, both to steady herself and to pull her cherished lover close to her.
Honeymaren swiftly swept her other arm behind the petite queen's legs and easily lifted her limp form into her arms. Elsa's head rested against her shoulder as she carefully stepped away from the boulder and into one of the adjacent hot springs, the queen moaning in approval when the warm water began to envelop her and sighing in deep contentment. As her lover carried her across the pool, Elsa's hazy mind instantly conjured an image of herself in this same position dressed in a flowing white gown as her noaide carried her across the threshold of the royal bed chambers. Elsa blinked, a deep blush filling her cheeks at the runaway train of thought, though she couldn't help the wistful smile that tugged at her lips at the thought of the beautiful Northuldran being her wife.
"What's that look for?" Honeymaren asked, drawing Elsa's attention to her. Elsa's blush deepened when she saw the grin on her lover's face; her noaide knew full well Elsa had been thinking about her. Honeymaren chuckled and gingerly set the queen on the wide, natural underwater ledge of the spring, the warm water coming to just shy of the blonde's collarbone. She placed a hand on the grassy edge of the spring on either side of the monarch's head, boxing her in and leaning forward to nuzzle her cheek affectionately. "What thoughts made my goddess look so happy?" she asked with a charming smile. Elsa smiled, biting her lip and averting her gaze bashfully. "Aw, come now, love," she said sweetly as she began to feather sweet, loving kisses across her face. The queen sighed softly and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms loosely around her lover's neck as the noaide whispered in her ear. "Don't be shy now. What were you thinking about, Elsa?"
Elsa pulled back a little to give Honeymaren a playfully seductive grin. "Maybe I was thinking about a time when I might be able to touch the love of my life without both hands tied behind my back...literally," she said jokingly, slowly running her hands up and down Honeymaren's toned arms. Honeymaren laughed lightly and leaned in to capture Elsa's lips in a tantalizingly soft kiss that left the spirit's head spinning. "Go on, then," she whispered huskily in her ear as she straddled Elsa's hips in the water, causing the blonde to gasp softly and instinctively place her hands on the Northuldran's curvaceous hips. "Touch whatever you'd like, Your Majesty." Elsa's mouth went dry and she swallowed thickly, suddenly completely unsure of herself as all her earlier bravado abandoned her. Her breathing became heavier as she stared transfixed at the gorgeous woman before her, blue eyes roaming across her lover's shapely chest. "I-I...ah...um..."
Honeymaren raised an amused eyebrow, taking one hand from the grassy ledge of the spring to run her fingers through her lover's silky, white-gold tresses. "Change your mind, sweetheart?" Elsa frowned and dug her fingers possessively into Honeymaren's hips, pulling the Northuldran woman against her and causing her to gasp softly. "No," she said firmly and with a noticeable tinge of petulance, much to Honeymaren's amusement. "I...I just..." Elsa tried to stutter out before mumbling something under her breath. "What was that, love?" she asked, raising a curious eyebrow. The queen blushed hotly, huffing in exasperation. "I don't know what I'm doing," she said quietly, looking down in embarrassment. Honeymaren smiled warmly down at the nervous spirit, reaching down to hook a finger under her chin and gently guiding gorgeous blue eyes to meet hers. "Of course you do, Elsa," she whispered as she leaned in close to her love. "You're making love to me." Elsa's eyes fluttered closed as Honeymaren closed the distance between them and captured the blonde's lips once more in a gentle, loving kiss.
Honeymaren reached down and grasped Elsa's hands gently with her own before placing them upon her own breasts, her chest arching into the cool skin of the blonde's palms. Elsa broke the kiss with a soft gasp as she felt her lover's supple breasts beneath her hands, squeezing instinctively and biting her lip when she was rewarded with a soft moan. The queen looked uncertainly into Honeymaren's eyes, the dark-haired woman simply smiling reassuringly and nodding. "Go ahead, Snowflake. Trust yourself," she encouraged gently before leaning down to whisper huskily in her ear. "I belong to you, Your Majesty...do with me as you please." Elsa groaned softly at the words and immediately slid a hand behind her lover's neck to pull her down for a deep, searing kiss. Honeymaren instinctively began to let her hands wander aimlessly across the queen's body before stopping at her breasts, brushing her thumbs across Elsa's sensitive nipples as she kneaded the supple mounds. Elsa moaned into the kiss, instinctively arching her chest into the sensation before breaking away with a gasp. "No!" she cried softly, reaching down and grabbing Honeymaren's hands.
The Northuldran blinked in surprise and looked down questioningly at her suddenly glaring lover. "Don't you dare, you...you...seductress," she said accusingly. "You'll not distract me this time. It's your turn to not be able to touch." Elsa placed her lover's hands on the grassy edge of the spring on either side of her once more. "You are not to move your hands from this spot until I say so. Do you understand?" Honeymaren chuckled and dipped her head low, pressing her forehead tenderly against Elsa's. "So sayeth the Queen," she whispered playfully. "Do you promise?" Elsa asked, blue eyes narrowed in suspicion. The noaide chuckled again and nodded. "I swear on my love for you, Elsa. I am yours to command." Elsa stared at her lover dubiously for a moment before her playful smile finally broke through and she and leaned up to kiss Honeymaren deeply, satisfied her noaide would keep her word. Teasingly, she ran her tongue across her lips, begging for entrance and the Northuldran groaned as Elsa deepened the kiss, her hands grasping fistfuls of grass; this was going to be harder than she thought.
Elsa pulled away slowly, a challenging smirk tugging at her full lips. "Do you really think you can handle this, baby?" she asked as she raked her fingernails slowly down her lover's taut stomach to her hips beneath the warm water, leaning up to place teasing kisses along her vulnerable neck. Something about having the more confident, physically powerful Northuldran at her mercy brought out a playful sassiness in the queen. Honeymaren bit her lip hard, the thick grass beneath her fingers making small ripping sounds as it was crushed in her grasp. "For your sake, I hope so," she growled out. "But be warned...if your teasing goes too far and I lose my self-control..." she said ominously. "You'll what?" Elsa dared, purring the words against her throat, dragging her lips across the sensitive flesh as she looked up at the struggling noaide through her long lashes. "Make love to me?" she whispered huskily. "Make me scream your name over and over as I writhe beneath you in utter ecstasy? I'm so scared...why on Earth would I ever want that?"
Honeymaren moaned at the seductive queen's words, gripping the thick vegetation in a white-knuckled grip. Elsa's hips twitched at the sound of the crunching foliage, her body reacting to her lover's pleasure; the knowledge that she alone had the power to reduce the remarkable woman before her to a near primal state began to fill her with confidence. Her hands slid back up the Northuldran's body to knead her breasts firmly, testing the feel of them in her hands. "You have no idea how long I've dreamt of this moment, Maren," she whispered before dipping her head down to capture one of her nipples between her lips and suckling gently, massaging the bud with her hot tongue. Honeymaren gasped sharply, her hips jerking slightly as a white-hot bolt of pleasure shot through her. She bit her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. "H-however long you've waited for this, remember, I have been waiting longer...s-so I may not last l-long against you, Snowflake," she admitted hoarsely. The queen nibbled the sensitive bud between her lips gently, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from her lover before her free hand traveled dangerously low. "Then I'd better not waste any time," she whispered before sliding her hand between her legs and cupping her sex, finally allowing her fingers to explore her lover. "Elsa!" Honeymaren cried, rocking her hips against the queen's hand, her eyes closing tightly as she desperately tried to keep her grip on its promised location.
Elsa moaned hearing her name tumble forth from the noaide's lips in such a manner, all plans of teasing and self-control she had gone in an instant. She stared up at her gorgeous Northuldran, watching her face in awe as her inexperienced fingers explored hungrily. Honeymaren's body sang for her queen, months of secret desire and last night's mind-blowing, but unreciprocated passions making Elsa's task short and simple. Elsa watched in lustful fascination as her lover's breath came in shorter, heavier pants, moaning as she felt the Northuldran's strong muscles tensing and twitching. She was so very close...but Elsa wanted more.
"Maren...please," she begged permission huskily. "P-please, I want to be inside of you...let me-" Honeymaren leaned down to bury her head in the crook of Elsa's neck. "Yes! Elsa, please, don't make me wait any longer," she begged against her neck. Elsa immediately slipped a finger slowly inside of her, her own muscles clenching as she felt her lover grip her tightly. "Oh Gods, Maren," she moaned as she began pumping her finger quickly in and out the keening Northuldran. "Elsa!" she moaned loudly. Her arms shook from the effort to keep her promise, her fingers digging deep into the earth. "Baby, I-I'm not going to last much longer..." she stuttered out shakily.
Elsa's only response was to slide a second finger deep inside of her lover, her inexperienced movements nearly frantic as she pumped them in and out of Honeymaren at a frenzied pace. "Fuck, Elsa! Yes!" Honeymaren screamed, her cries of passion echoing across the misty valley. She threw her head back as her hips bucked wildly against Elsa's hand, driving her fingers ever deeper. "Please, baby, faster...I'm so close!" The queen's movements became erratic in her passion, her own body's reaction to the gorgeous Northuldran making it difficult for her to keep up the blistering pace. It didn't matter, however, as Honeymaren was already well on her way to orgasm. One final twitch of Elsa's hand in just the right spot pushed the dark-haired woman over the edge as she screamed Elsa's name, her entire body locked in ecstasy.
Elsa immediately leaned up to whisper in Honeymaren's ear, her fingers still pumping slowly as she rode out her orgasm. "Gods, I'm so in love with you," she breathed before capturing Honeymaren's lips with her own. She poured as much love as she could into their kiss as her lover finally came down from her high, the Northuldran's arms nearly buckling when Elsa slowly removed her fingers. Honeymaren pulled back slowly, smiling down at Elsa lovingly. "I love you, too, Elsa." She pulled a hand from its grassy anchor on the edge of the pool to brush her fingers against Elsa's pink-tinged cheek. "More than you'll ever know," she added softly, her voice tinged with sadness.
She stared in wonder at the beautiful goddess before her, taking in the breathtaking vision that was the Snow Queen. While her ominous divination left a lot to be desired in the way of detail, one thing was certain - her time with her spirit queen was growing short...and every moment was more precious than the one before because of it. In a short time, she would lay down her life for Elsa. As she stared into sparkling blue eyes, so full of life and fire, she realized a unique truth.
She was afraid.
Not to die; death came for kings and peasants alike - it was life's only certainty. At least she would have the honor to die for the woman she loved. No, Honeymaren was not afraid to die...
But she was afraid to leave Elsa.
For the noaide to die so that she may live would be a torment even Elsa could not fathom, despite her many years of emotional turmoil. Honeymaren was certain the wintery spirit could live a wonderful life full of love and purpose once she healed, but the queen put her entire being into anything she did; it was one of the many reasons the empathic Northuldran loved her so. The question of whether or not Elsa's heart survived after Honeymaren's vision came to pass was not if she could go on...but if she would.
"Elsa..." she began slowly, cupping the blonde's cheek in her hand and slowly caressing it with her thumb, losing herself in beautiful pools of blue as she searched for the words to convey her thoughts. She took a deep breath and began again, the wise words her father had told her so many years ago before she began her own intimidating journey of becoming her people's protector ringing in her mind. "Elsa, do you know why a bird sitting in a tree never fears the branch breaking?" The queen blinked for a moment before smiling sweetly at her lover, a small, quiet laugh escaping her. Elsa loved how Honeymaren could find deeper meaning in anything she saw in the world. She nuzzled the warm hand on her cheek lovingly for a moment, her eyes drifting closed in contentment before she opened them again to meet soft, doe eyes, lifting her eyebrows in askance. "Why, my darling?"
"Because her trust is not in the branch...but in her own wings," Honeymaren said quietly, bringing her other hand to cup Elsa's face as well, staring deeply into her eyes. "You are an amazing woman, Elsa; you are capable of so much more than you know." The queen blushed, looking down with a small, bashful smile before Honeymaren's hands guided her gaze back up to hers. "You are strong and wise and kind and everything good that exists in this world. Promise me you will try to believe in yourself, my love...promise me you will trust your own wings." Elsa's brow furrowed in some confusion and slight concern at the tone in her lover's voice. "Darling...what's wrong?" Honeymaren just smiled, shaking her head slightly. "I just...want you to know how incredible you are. A great task looms before you, sweet spirit. You will need to remember that you are stronger than you realize to persevere." Honeymaren leaned forward, pulling Elsa into a slow, soft kiss full of love and longing. "This broken world lies in darkness," she whispered against full lips as she pulled away, Elsa's eyes still shut from the sweet kiss. "It waits only for your healing light to give it worth. A light you can only give when you yourself can see it." Elsa sighed softly, relishing the warmth of Honeymaren's loving hands. "I've found my light," she whispered lowly.
"What was that, my love?" Honeymaren asked, not catching the quiet statement.
"It was you, Maren," Elsa said with sudden conviction, opening her eyes to stare into deep pools of chocolate. The Northuldran tilted her head, her brows furrowed slightly in curious confusion at the random statement. "I was thinking about you earlier," Elsa clarified. "That's why I was so happy. I was thinking about how desperately I love you...and...and..." Elsa hesitated, looking away from Honeymaren. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, her throat growing impossibly tight as she swallowed the nervous lump forming there. "And?" the dark-haired woman encouraged gently, lovingly caressing her cheeks with her thumbs. Elsa placed her hands over Honeymaren's, taking a deep breath before meeting her lover's patient gaze with determined eyes. "And that I want to spend the rest of my life with you," she breathed, staring meaningfully into her noaide's eyes as they widened. Pale hands squeezed Honeymaren's lightly, pulling them from her face and clasping them in front of her as twin chips of ice stared searchingly, imploringly into wide does.
"Marry me, Honeymaren."
AN:
Le gasp!
What will Honeymaren say?
Dun dun duuuuunnnnn!
Also, don't be scared friends. I'm not gonna say it's gonna be okay, but I AM gonna say that Ahtohallan has a bigger plan for our lovers. Maybe it will be a happy ending, maybe it won't, BUT...
Trussssst in meeeeeee... ^.~
As always, reviews fuel my soul and I love you for them!
-Volchise