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And after a brief but lovely wedding ceremony the elven duo are off to celebrate.... or was that consumate? Both knowing our phermonal pair.
Off to a remote Island for an extended Honeymoon...
WARNING: ADULT CONTENT
Galain liked things that were free. He also liked ceremonies that were brief. And yes, he didn't mind at all that his own wedding had been brief. As soon as they were able, Galain had encouraged his wife to find what she'd think she'd need for their honeymoon and then had waited rather impatiently until she was ready.
"I've figured it out," he told her, a giant grin on his face. "It's this place I found a few centuries ago. It's a lot like my dragon home, but it has a bit more land to it. With Mysti's gift things should be about perfect." He held the globe his wife's bondmate had given them and he touched it, placing 'Thaya's hand upon it too. They closed their eyes and together they felt a shift. When they opened their eyes they stood upon what seemed to be an abandoned shore. Pure white sand and the brilliant aquamarine of a pure sea greeted their eyes. Galain turned to the right and grinned happily when he spied a low, long and rambling bungalow. Behind it stood a gently rolling hill covered in trees. Beyond that stood a high, snow-capped peak.
"Oh gods, have we found paradise or what?" He breathed aloud. When An'Thaya looked at him she found herself gazing at an elf who had conveniently forgotten his laundry again. He had no plans to recover it until absolutely necessary and whatever staff Mysti had provided would just have to get used to one randy, naked elf on his honeymoon. The only thing he wore were the tattoos that marked him and several key pieces of jewelry in one ear and elsewhere. And the circlet his mother-in-law had given him.
"Well, wife?" He clasped 'Thaya's hands with his own, grinning shamelessly as his body echoed the pleasure he got out of saying "wife" to this particular woman. Gods damn... was he going to be this way the entire time? And how long would they be honeymooning? Please gods, but let it be for a very good long time. His grin turned rather wicked as he gently rubbed up against her.
"I have another ring that I need some help with, melda," he said. He had the box in hand and winked at her. "It's something meant just for you when we are together."
'Thaya was spell bound by the location Galain had chosen, the welcoming heat of a tropical sun was perfect as far as the Amazon was concerned. "Paradise indeed," she whispered as she looked up at him. Chuckling softly as he rubbed up against her she found her eyes drawn to the box. He had pulled it out by mistake during the ceremony and had looked rather embarrassed... she wondered just what was in it.
"Just for me?," one delicate red eyebrow raised in question and tapped a finger on the box. "So show me," she grinned. The half elf was still wearing her wedding dress and no shoes, toes idly wiggling in the sand as she gazed up at the love of her life.
"Yes, just for you," Galain replied, turning a faint red as he opened the box slowly and showed her exactly what was inside:
Galain somehow managed to blush even more deeply. He was surprised he could do so considering the things he'd done in his life.
"I need you to put that on me when I'm... like this." He indicated his aroused member and thought about whistling innocently, but he couldn't summon enough spit, though there was plenty of lubrication down below dangit. He handed her the new ring and gave her a sheepish look that bordered on immense anticipation. He'd take her right here in the sand given even a quarter of a chance.
An'Thaya's eyes went alittle wide when she saw what was in the box, she had sudden thoughts involving buried treasure and the like. "My pleasure," she grinned, thinking perhaps that our pleasure would have been a more appropriate way to put it.
Kneeling down she quirked an eyebrow at him for a moment before she touched him with gentle fingers, removing the silver ring that he generally wore. Taking the box she switched rings and eyed the new one tenatively before she carefully put it in place. A rather evil grin touched her lips before she kissed the emerald. "Its lovely."
He loved it when her eyes went wide and Galain finally broke free of his blush and instead grinned rather evilly as she knelt down before him, meeting her quirked brow with a quirked brow of his own. He held his breath as the one ring was removed and the more ornate one inserted. He groaned and kissed her hair, control leaving him for a moment.
"It's for you. Only you," he murmured. He was trying to hold himself in, but hell. He was the elf.
"Dammit, wife. I'm about to lose it right here and all I want to do is make love to you and have you make love to me." He slid down to his knees and clutched her to him. "Melda. When I'm with you I want anything and everything to happen. I want to have the gentlest of moments with you and the wildest of moments. I'd trace buttercups down your body in one moment and tie you up and abuse you in the next. I want you to feather the softest of kisses on me and then drag your daggers down me." His voice broke off and he wondered that he could have troubles voicing his desires after two thousand years of loving. He was a kink and he fully admitted it -- usually. And now that he had a wife he prayed he could enjoy everything with her from the tenderest and gentlest of lovings to the... not so tenderest and gentlest of lovings.
Oh @#%$. He just wanted to give her pleasure and love and everything else a husband should and better give. He kissed her suddenly, releasing suddenly on her. He laughed, half in embarrassment, half in amusement.
"See what you do to me?"
She probably wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, but An'Thaya absolutely relished the effect she had on Galain. Their relationship was a potent combination, having been together so many years they knew each other inside and out, yet every time he touched her it was like the first time. The same jolt of electricity up her spine and tingling in the core of her. Sometimes he only had to look at her a certain way and her body would release in wanton joy. Much a his just had...
"That is one hell of a list," she gasped against his neck, the warmth of his release soaking through the filmy white dress. "I fully intend to check each item off while we are here." She wondered if there were buttercups anywhere nearby. "Perhaps I'll even dance for you," her eyes glittered with promise as she tilted her head back, "I don't think I've ever shown you the adult rated version of the Dagger Dance."
Galain groaned. Had he just listed his desires to her? Oh gods... and he'd not even gotten into specifics. If he had though, he wouldn't have been able to speak coherently. Ads it was, his body was doing the talking as his member hardened and gave its own sweet kiss against 'Thaya's body. He managed another groan before he fell fully to his knees.
"My gods, wife. Is this what marriage will do to us?" He managed to ask. Despite his many lovers, she was the one who could reduce him to a quivering mass. He caught wind of her thoughts and found himself grinning rather hugely. How many times had she come and he'd not realized it as he'd sat gazing at her... Probably as many times as he'd had to retreat to his own room or bed and taken care of private matters... privately.
He gazed downward at her stained shift and grinned crookedly before he very gently removed the white gown and revealed the sweet curves beneath. His eyes gazed at the taut, smooth skin of the woman he'd chosen to marry.
"Please do check them off. I'm sure there are a lot of things I missed but I bought some leather stuff and..." He managed a heated blush. "I hope there are some parenthetical items on the list we can cross off and write in again."
And then she said she'd dance for him. He drew back slightly though his manhood still managed to make its presence more than known. He had an awful feeling he'd be in eternal arousal the entire time they chose to stay here. If he were to be rude and crude he just simply wanted to @#%$ his wife until they were both exhausted. Was that too much to ask?
"Gods, my most beautiful lady. Please dance for me." He begged. He used to dance... not anymore. But maybe again... Right now though his priority was seeing that adult-rated version of her Dagger Dance...
"OH but my darling melda, I dont have my daggers with me, they are up in the room. Remember, you portaled everything ahead." She was reading his thoughts as well, and his bare flesh pressed up against hers was telling her even more. By the time they were finished honeymooning they were going to need a vacation.
"Besides," she winked, "The Dagger Dance is meant for the evening, and a fire." This beach looked perfect for a late night bonfire... among other things. "But I promise, you'll get your dance." She tilted her head and kissed him softly, "You'll get whatever you wish for."
And then some...
Her answer elicited the most pathetic of gasps. He had to wait until dark? Late night even? And they had to go get her daggers? Well hell.
Next time he wouldn't plan so well. No the heck way.
"Come on. Let's go visit the damnable room," he said roughly, pulling 'Thaya to her feet, though somewhat gently. He gathered up her shift, but didn't exactly offer it back to her. She was rather glorious in her natural state and he wanted to enjoy it.
Oh well, its not like she didn't run around in the jungle in the buff... she could do this. Laughing lightly she ran along with him, scampering up the path to the bungalow. There didn't seem to be anyone about at the moment... which was fine with her.
"Which way to the room do you think?," she asked, spinning around in the foyer. Stopping on a dime she winked up at him, kissed him quickly and dashed off down the hall.
~Catch me if you can...~
Galain had to laugh. The place featured a living room, an eating area, a kitchen for food preparation and a private room with en suite. Fortunatley An'Thaya ran in the right direction and Galain followed after. His senses were in overdrive after watching her spin around. All that hair...
You're already caught, melda, he sent with laughter rolling through the words.
Well he could have at least allowed her her illusions. Laughing she tore into the bedroom, scuttled across the bed and landed neatly on the other side, hands braced on the edge of the mattress as she gazed at him from underneath her mane of red hair.
~My heart perhaps...~
"Oh ho..." Galain said, a low chuckle in his throat. He stepped into the room and stood absolutely still and eyed her. She was more petite and lightning fast as he'd discovered in the past. And it had been a long while since he'd done any serious chasing...
He feinted toward the left, shot for the right and cursed as she went to the left after all and slipped past him. Galain smacked into the wall and spun about, tossing pillows after the fleeing Amazon.
"Get back here woman!" He yelled out, unable to restrain his laughter.
Well that had worked nicely, and nice sound effect when he hit the wall. Giggling madly she dodged the barrage of pillows he tossed her way. "Fiend!" Whirling around she sent a flurry of pillows back at him. "Take that!"
Her throwing arm was a bit off, its hard to aim when you are laughing your ass off.
Ha! Galain tossed the pillows back, thus encouraging her to return fire. Of course as she did so he advanced rather rapidly and snagged her by the waist and toppled her to the ground.
"But I'm YOUR fiend," he told her, enjoying her mad wriggling. Why did he think this had been entirely too easy?
And she was wriggling in all the right places too. Mwa ha ha
Grabbing a pillow she whapped him playfully over the head, "This should be an olympic event," she observed, "Nude pillow wrestling, I think it would go over rather well." Mind you it would probably be illegal to perform in public in alot of places... "So now that you've manhandled me down to the floor..."
"So now that I've manhandled you to the floor..." Galain lowered himself very purposefully into her, his arousal more than evident and extremely painful since it had been in evidence since they'd arrived on the beach. His first climax was immediate and resounding and he colored deeply as he spilled into her and out of her.
"Sorry, wife," he said, half-choked as he filled her again and again. It had something to do with chasing one's mate... He heaved a massive sigh and lay against her momentarily.
"Nude pillow wrestling should be allowed live anywhere," he finally said before he began to gently make love to her, his body begging hers to join him as he thrust gently, but most urgently into her.
"Don't appologize," the words came out as more of a whimper as the Amazon shuddered beneath her mate, "And don't stop." Not that there was likely to be any chance of that knowing Galain. All thoughts of pillow wrestling fled out of her mind as she arched her hips up, meeting his gentle thrusts.
"I should make you chase me more often," she gasped, burying her face in his soft golden curls. That new ring was causing the most interesting sensations...
"Thank you," he whispered, her whimper and shudder an affirmation of their union. He wasn't about to stop, realizing abruptly that he was about to show her how many times he could reach paradise when with a woman who could match him. He realized suddenly too that he had no reason to be embarrassed... she loved him.
"I'd chase you anytime," he said, grinding slowly into her body as he realized the ring was adding to her sensations. A wicked gleam entered his eyes and he pinned his wife's wrists tightly above her head as he showed her just how interesting his body jewelry could be when used correctly.
"Mine," he said suddenly before he kissed her and released his seed into her in a warm rush.
An'Thaya was normally a head strong self reliant woman, Amazon raised and true to form. It shocked her how pliable she became under Galain's hands, the desire to be his overwhelming each time they came together. He was the only man she had ever let 'possess' her, and the word Mine in itself sent a shiver through her body that ended in a climax so consuming it caused her vision to dim for a moment.
"Gods... say it again." She remembered the first time he had said it, in a remote part of his home planet when things were not going so well. There had been doubts in her mind at the time, but she had to admit that the passion with which he had said the word had cinched it for her there and then. There could never be anyone else.... no one made her feel like he did. "I love you."
He obeyed her, arching up suddenly when she climaxed. His soul had so twined with hers that he nearly collapsed when she reached that highest point.
"Mine," he said again, in a ragged gasp, nearly sobbing as he lost himself in her, his body kissing hers in a steady flow that signalled his own surrender to her. "I love you," he answered her then before he began a more forceful union. There was no way she'd be able to run from him tomorrow.
It was highly likely that she wouldn't be able to CRAWL away from him tomorrow. "Rugburn," she gasped, "Ow..." She made no attempt to stop him though, but rather encouraged him, a red backside was a small price to pay. Licking the tip of one pointed ear she growled softly in his ear.... Gods, she couldn't get enough of him.
Oh gods! She'd growled! Galain melted right then and there. Suddenly he rolled onto his back, easily carrying the petite form of his wife onto him. He still held her wrists and grappled with her as his loins encouraged her to take control of him. Hell, they should both have matching rug burns, and it wasn't like he could stop filling her with his seed. He had one panicked though as he realized just how large their family could be if he or even she allowed it, and then he was grinning helplessly. He didn't care. He just wanted to be with her.
And then suddenly again, just as she'd learned a new rhythm he turned her onto her back and thrust hard into her again, laughing and growling simultaneously.
"I bear your mark on my arm, bear mine on yer bum," he joked before he buried her with kisses.
The Amazon wriggled beneath him, snickering at his sense of humor. She let the tattoo on his arm flare, generating a warmth for a few moments, and her eyes flew wide when their identical hip tattoos heated as well. That was rather stimulating...
"Whats the matter my love," she grinned, wrapping her legs around his waist she pulled him hard into her, "Not elf enough to suffer alittle butt burn?" She let the tattoos flare again... oh yes, most stimulating.
He stiffened, impossibly, when the tattoo on his arm flared up. He stiffened again, even more painfully when the mysterious tattoo on his hip flared. With a cry of abandon Galain arched and then bucked directly into his wife, knowing somehow that this influx of his seed and body would give them a child that was truly their own. He stretched taut above her, gasping for breath as he gave her everthing he had.
"Yours," was all he could say. She owned him and he thrilled to that. His thanks? His essence, his soul, himself. He rolled again and stared mutely up at her, begging his beloved to ride him until he screamed.
An'Thaya gazed down at him with questioning eyes for a moment, then bent and kissed him softly. Delicate fingers traced patterns up his chest that matched the rythm of the rise and fall of her hips. Her pace slowly increased until her breath was coming in ragged gasps, her head flung back as her nails dug into the golden skin of his chest, dragging down to slide over his scales.
The world spun by at a dizzing rate for a moment as she felt him spill into her again, her body answering in kind, his name singing from her lips as she collapsed onto the elf's chest. "Gods... " Further words seemed to have made good their escape, and she simply breathed against his skin as she waited for the spasms to pass....
Their honeymoon was off to a fantastic start in her book...
Her words were enough for him, the nails of her hand giving him as much pleasure as anything else. He wanted her to mark him and he rose against her hands as he continued to fill her, to let her feel the difference as his seed and her fertility met.
"I love you," he told her in a gasp as he lay beneath her, stretched out and begging her attention. He lifted into her, wondering that they should conceive so quickly, but not at all unhappy about it.
It took a moment for her to realize just what the difference was, he had given her a gift, the gift of life. How they knew wasn't something she was about to question at this moment, her heart was beating to loudly for her to even hear herself think.
Galain's child..... their child....
"Sometimes I think all of this is to good to be true," she whispered into his ear, "I'm so afraid I'm going to wake up and find it was all a dream. A sweet, delcious dream of a woman desperate for her one true love."
Galain's spirit quailed for a moment. It was all very good and more than he could have hoped for so soon.
"You're awake my wife and I'm here. You have a child and we are married. That reality enough?" The future was the future and right now he would enjoy the present.
'Thaya smiled and feathered kisses from his ear up to his lips. "Why don't we find my daggers.... some food, and head down for a picnic on the beach?" The light was beginning to fade... and she was hungry. "I did promise you a Dagger Dance," she whispered against his lips, "I always keep my promises."
Galain quivered against her and then agreed quite readily to 'Thaya's suggestions. He pulled himself away, slowly and then helpd his wife to her feet and led her to the bedroom. He made her stop a moment though as he rummaged through the various tossed pillows until he found the one he was looking for and handed it to her. Within it was a Black Widow dagger meant for her bodice and no, he had no idea why he'd gotten it for her except that he loved living dangerously.
Eventually she found her daggers, the discreet staff provided them with food and when they reached the beach a fire was already started.
Galain could get used to this and quickly...
An'Thaya examined the Black Widow dagger with interest and raised an eyebrow at Galain, living dangerously was right.
"You know," she began as the started across the sand, "For a man who quails at being the Crown Prince of his people... you certainly lend yourself well to being waited upon." She giggled softly and kissed him before she ran down the beach towards the fire.
There was a glorious sunset blazing across the horizon, life couldn't be more perfect right at this moment.
Maybe it was instinctive? Galain nevertheless stuck his tongue out after his fleeing wife and shrugged. Before he'd left home he'd had servants to wait on him hand and foot. It was easy enough to fall back into the habit.
He broke into a jog after her, arriving at the fire in no time and stretched his arms upward, enjoying the scent of the sea and the warmth of the fire against his skin.
An'Thaya stood still, just watching her husband for a moment. His golden beauty held her transfixed, and she wondered yet again what she had done to win his heart. Why her? A rough and tumble Amazon that lived by the rule of the dagger... He had his choice of women, from all walks of life, why a feral creature like her instead of a genteel Princess or maid....
Whatever the reason she wasn't complaining....
Breaking out of her reveire she scampered into the surf, letting the cool water swirl around her ankles as she wriggled her toes in the wet sand. "This place is so beautiful," she sighed, "I could stay here forever..."
He didn't want her to stay there forever. He wanted her to dance. He fell to his knees, eyes gone wild as he watched her stand in the water. A wild arousal arose as he waited impatiently for her to dance.
"Wife... vesse... you promised..." he growled out and then stretched his arms upward, his body showing her how ready he was for the promised dance. He loved her beyond what he could give voice to. He would and could do anything she wanted him to, yet she had yet to ask. And so he leaned back, holding himself and gazing at her with hooded eyes that proclaimed a burning desire. He arched silently, a wild mess of passion and outright lust.
Dance, my love, he begged silently.
The Amazon turned around to look at her husband, the last rays of the sunset setting a firey halo on her hair. She gazed at him in admiration, a thrill running down her spine at the sight of him, and his obvious arousal.
The shimmer of magic surrounded her for a moment, leaving her adorned with thin gold chains, from which were strung tiny chimes, hanging from her wrists, ankles, brow and bare waist. Simlar chimes hung from the tips of her breasts, leaving the elf to wonder just how they were adhered there.
Her hands raised slowly, each gripping a dagger that she normally wore strapped to her hips. Eyes closed she let her arms float above her head, her body swaying in rhtymn with the waves that lapped around her feet. The beat of drums echoed on the air like the voices of ghosts, An'Thaya's body swaying faster as their tempo increased.
She began to move through the water towards the shore, turning in wild cirlces that splashed water up onto her naked skin. When her feet hit the shore she spun to an abrupt stop, emerald eyes opening slightly to look at him with heavy lids, then a smile flickered across her lips as she lightly dragged the blades across the flat of her stomach, the metal glinting in the fire light before her body flashed into wild movement again.
Galain’s eyes were riveted to his wife. They strayed from her face and down her body, taking careful note of where the chains and chimes were placed, his eyes glittering when he stopped at her breasts. His eyes traveled on down the rest of her body, an unsteady breath dragged into him as her hands raised and a ghostly cadence began.
It was that brief moment when she stopped and gazed at him and dragged the blades across her skin that had him buckled over. When he looked up again she was a whirling dervish of frenetic, yet erotic energy that left his jaw slack. He leaned back again and watched her avidly, his manhood a swollen proclamation of just how much she was affecting him.
He surely didn’t want her to stop though.
The daggers in her hands began to spin, increasing in speed intill they were nothing but a golden blurr. The circles of her dance wound closer to him, and although her eyes remained closed she seemed to know exactly where he was, homing in on him with unerring acuracy.
As she neared the Amazon reached out one hand, pulling him to his feet as she whirled around him, her firey red hair whipping against his chest for a moment before she dissappeared behind him. The flats of her blades carressed his body, drawing languid patterns down his form in light strokes, the heat of the metal warming his skin.
Her body barely brushed against Galains as she slithered around him, the soft tinkling of chimes whispering in his ear. Now the points of the daggers nicked at his skin, not quite drawing blood.
He hadn’t expected to be brought to his feet and Galain held quite still, holding his breath as she danced around him. It was bad enough when her hair whipped at him, but when the flats of her blades touched his skin he let out a half-smothered gasp. He leaned his head back, mesmerized by the chimes.
And his body?
Every surface of An’Thaya that brushed up against his member came away wet, the scent of his lust mingling with the salty spray of the air around them.
The Amazon drew both daggers down the hard muscles of the elfs back, drawing the slightest trickle of blood that she kissed away with salty lips. One dagger transferred to join the other in her left hand, while her right trailed down the front of him as she pressed against his back. Her hand closed around him, drawing a gasp from his lips as she drew her palm up, flickering past the tip and letting go.
Her leg twined with his, bringing him to his knees. Her free hand tangled in his hair and she pulled his head back, bending to brush his lips with a kiss before she slipped to the side and pushed him onto his back. She stood above him for a moment, straddling him as she took in the ragged cadence of his breath, the rise and fall of his chest... "Nya Malin Huru..."
Oh holy hell. Galain shuddered convulsively, his gasp an almost audible plea for more of all things. He dropped to his knees and then his back and stared up at her, hungrily taking in every detail of this magnificent woman who had somehow become his wife. He climaxed right there, arching upward shamelessly, letting her see what she did to him as he groaned and grabbed for her ankles. If she was a conquering warrior then he was gladly her conquest and slave, and he twined his soul with hers, his hands climbing up her legs and homing in on her inner thighs as his seed left his body in a wild abandon that might later cause him to blush. Right now he just opened himself up to the release.
"My sweet soul," he managed to say just once, his eyes begging her to join him.
Galain's touch on her thighs seemed to take the strength from her, her knees buckling she dropped to the ground, her daggers driving into the sand on either side of his head as she leaned forward, claiming his lips with a hungry kiss. The soft sound of chimes drifted on the salty air in tune with the movement of her body sliding down over his as she impaled herself on him. A gasp was drown out against his lips as she ground down on the elf, the kiss turning to a nip.
He tried to breathe, but he couldn't and he didn't really care. Having his wife drop on him as she had left him gasping with a mad pleasure that propelled his body upward into her. He'd registered where those daggers had gone and felt his body react yet again.Tenderness and gentle moments had their place but right now Galain simply wanted the madness that was seizing them both.
Too many words invaded his brain and he drowned them out.
He lifted his body up against hers, slippery and impossibly wet as he jammed himself home within her.
Yours melda. Gods. Take me. was about all he could send out as he was lost in an erotic delirium that drained his body in a long, warm rush into hers. This was his wife. No one else's and his soul rang with the joy of it all as he silently begged her to use him any way she wanted.
The moment was a haze of sweat and sand, the frenzied beat of her heart and his voice in her mind forming an odd music her body danced too. Pushing up off his chest she arched her back, the movement sliding him deeper within her. Her soul felt so tightly twined with his it seemed they may never disentangle. Letting herself drift deep into his mind she let her body move unfettered, her skin flushing as the heat of passion wound up around her.
Her hand went for her dagger and she joined one hand with his, pressing the blade between their palms. The moment he filled her she yanked the hilt with her free hand, dragging the sharp edges through their flesh, fire burned through their palms, the sting of mingling blood. The sizzle of magic filled the air as rivulets of blood wound down their wrists, dripping onto Galain's chest.
He didn’t want them to disentangle. Not ever. Galain had always enjoyed being owned, but this was his wife. This was the one who had his soul and his body. He groaned as his soul and hers twined so deeply they nearly became one. His body filled her again and again, his own in such a deep surrender that he couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d tried.
As if he would…
He didn’t complain when she took his hand. He didn’t complain when she sliced their flesh and their blood mingled. Another mad climax overcame his body as he gasped wildly and a new scar was formed on the hand opposite of the one he’d used for Railen. He was marked and bound again, willingly and happily, his body arching upward as their blood seared indelible marks into his chest. He had a habit of saying one word a lot, but it changed suddenly, changed indelibly as he repeated it again and again.
“Yours. Yours. I’m yours,” he repeated in an agony that thrilled them both with passion, pain and a mad desire that promised no respite for either of them until well past dawn if possible.
The dagger dropped into the sand, as An'Thaya arched back, crying out in pain and passion at the same time. Galains words were like an echo, a chant that bound her to him even more tightly. Her hands slid up his chest, leaving a streak of blood across his golden skin as she leaned forward to kiss him again, rolling into the sand, pulling him with her. "Mine..."
She settled beneath him and gazed up into sea-green pools... "Yours..."
Her soul felt strange, giddy and heavy at the same time. She completely belonged to this man, and him alone.
Well there was no help for it. To claim and be claimed was something he craved and to know that his wife was his and no one else’s set his body on fire anew. He drove himself deeply into her body then, shuddering as he emptied himself into her, his body a slick mess of sweat and the blood she’d streaked across him; his seed filled her loins and he lay against her, enjoying a sensation he’d not felt in a while - that of a sated contentment that begged to felt again. It hurt and he fed off of it, slipping out of her and down her body to lap at her skin and taste both of them mingled between her legs.
This was marriage?
Well bring it on!
It had suddenly occured to An'Thaya that she couldn't heal either of their wounds at the moment, not in her condition. Their palms would have to heal the old fashion way...
The thought quickly left her mind as Galain slid down her form, her body reacting on its own to the touch she knew so well. Her hands dug into the sand as he found his objective, her hips rising up in response until her body found another shaking release.
Crying out for mercy she shimmied backwards on the sand, rolling over on her stomach for her own safety. "Gods," she grinned at him, "Do you think you'll ever tire of me my love?"
Galain had been suckling his beloved, savoring the strange and salty taste even as he spilled unashamedly onto the sand beneath him. He’d caught his wife’s fleeting thoughts and chuckled.
Love, I enjoy pain. It’s all right… especially when my own wife has inflicted it.
He was dead serious and he claimed her femininity again with his mouth, letting his tongue do a sweet damage as he tasted her again, biting down with his teeth and chuckling silently before he moved away, reluctantly.
“Melda? I will never tired of you. I love you,” he said aloud. He sat up, painfully, and directed her hands to his manhood, which stood painfully erect again. He moistened her hand accidentally and tried to give her an embarrassed grin.
“See how I am yours? Anything you do to me… I am yours. Anything you want of me… it is yours.” He let loose in her hands again, an impromptu proof of how much he was hers. “With the amount of markings on our bodies how can we not belong to each other? How can Fate deny us anything more than eternity? Gods woman. Just ask me.” He threw his head back and then landed atop her back, a sob escaping him. Her being on her stomach was no escape as he took her from the back, driving madly into her, invading a new entry that he’d never touched before, shouting aloud as he did so, his fingers reaching madly for her other opening and wreaking a mad, loving chaos upon her body.
~Ask you for what M'Love?~ She barely had time to ask it before his form was covering hers again...
The Amazon cried out in suprise and pain as her husband took her in a entirely new way. Pain turned quickly enough to pleasure and she relaxed beneath him, responding to his frenzy with short gasps and whimpers. His familiar weight on her body and probing fingers had her head spinning, crashing over the edge before she fully realized what was happening.
Galain’s soul sang with a rare joy as he took his wife both ways. He was conscious at first of her pain, then more than conscious of her pleasure, delving deeply into her body in a way they’d never sought before. It was odd, considering the time they’d had, but it was fitting considering the level of commitment they’d offered each other. His fingers and his manhood wrought a madness upon her body that led him to release again.
Dear gods, how much more??? he asked himself as the warmth of his seed leaked over his wife’s body. He might have felt shame at some other time, but gods, he loved her and his body was reflecting that.
And those short gasps and whimpers? My gods. His fingers had a hardness of their own and they searched for her climax relentlessly even as his member hardened again. He was an elf, an Elen elf to be exact. And he was the one who’d been so thoroughly cursed… or perhaps it was blessed?
Galain drove home into his wife, coasting upon her pleasure as it mingled with his, his soul singing with hers as they reached a rare unity that few could even imagine.
It seemed she had barely caught her breath before he had her writhing beneath him again, the combination of physical pleasure and pleasure of the soul causing the world to spin. For a moment it felt as if they had become one entity, and she was sure she might have blacked out for a moment.
Collapsing beneath him she gasped for her breath, part of her wondering if he could ever be thoroughly satisfied, the other reveling in the effect they had on one another. "Mercy!"
Galain had to chuckle as that whispered word reached his ears. He stopped abruptly for himself, dandling his fingers further inside his wife’s body before he dragged the rest of himself off of her and lay on his back, gasping up into the night air as his seed urged its way forward regardless of his will. The elf gazed soulfully at his wife, burying his hands beneath his back before he gave in and let his hands clasp himself, magnifying his aroused state.
“I love you and you will always keep me this way,” he told her, climaxing in front of her and letting his seed flow down his body and into the sand. He would have preferred a more poetic way of proclaiming his love, but the Amazon… gods…. the Amazon… somehow he’d tamed her, claimed her, marked and named her as his. She bore a child that was solely his and he prayed to the gods that he might give her more.
So he gazed at her, a shamelessly pornographic image he’d happily give her any time she wished as his seed continued to flow.
I might dance for you one day, he promised with a mad chuckle.
An'Thaya lay still as her breathing slowed and watched him, a smile curving the edge of her lip. Watching him was almost as good as having him, the elf oozed sexuality, and he was a golden symbol of perfection physically. "I have no idea what I've done to deserve you," she said softly, "But I'm glad of it."
Pushing herself up onto her hands she kissed him softly, chuckling against his lips as his thoughts reached her. ~You can gift me with as many children as you like.~ Twining her fingers with his she tugged at him, "Lets go for a swim."
He enjoyed her watching him and raised up one more time, lost in complete pleasure as he gave himself up to the pure pleasure she gave him. His seed found no purchase but the air and sand and he groaned, writhing wildly for a few moments. He threw his arms over his head and grinned at her, the image of sweet sacrifice.
“You were yourself. You accepted me. Praise the gods,” was all he could say at the moment, suddenly rolling over to purposefully crush another arousal that sizzled its way into the sand. He sent her the sensation, chuckling madly as perhaps for once she saw into his perversions.
He sat up onto his knees and laughed more freely when she invited him to swim. And what had she just promised him? He dashed into the water after her.
Gods, woman. I wish to gift you with as many as you can bear, he replied as the evening’s surged washed them in a new climax that left them both laughing in each other’s arms.
For a moment she wondered what she had gotten herself into, as many as she could bear? She had the feeling she was going to be the mother of many many elflings. Finding herself caught up in his arms again she laughed lightly, pulling him down into the surf with her.
The water washed away the sand and blood, stinging the wounds in their hands and cleansing them. With a sigh of contentment she wrapped her arms around his torso and clung to him, letting the water wash over them as they lay in the wet sand. She kissed his chest, the tang of salt water on her tongue as she worked her way up to his collar bone.
She felt his arousal burning against her skin again, an irisistable invitation. Her legs twined around him, pulling him close, inviting him to take her again in the pounding surf.
He did take her in the surf, overcome by what had occurred in such a short time since that fated quest in the Forest of his own planet. And then he gently carried her back to the sound where they dined slowly, feeding each other before they slowly headed back to the bungalow where they took a warm shower together before collapsing into the bed and making more love throughout the night.
Part of the fun of the shower had been discovering how the chimes and chains on 'Thaya's breasts had been attached. Galain had shown her just how dexterous his tongue could be. Yes indeedy.
They had eventually drifted off into an exhausted sleep, entangled in one another as well as the sheets.
When An'Thaya awoke the previous day hadn't dawned on her at first. Lately she had become use to the feel of Galain's body in the morning, accustomed to the warmth of his skin against hers and the steady rise and fall of his breathing. As usual she was entwined with him, her hair spread across his chest in a mass of thick red curls. It was the light presence of the ring on her finger that reminded her, and brought a small smile to her face.
Disentangling herself from her husband she sat up and looked at him for a moment, then kissed him lightly on the forehead. Wrapping herself in a sheet she made her way to the kitchen, finding breakfast already laid out on the table. "Quiet little workers aren't they," she commented to herself. Laying her hand on her abdomen for a moment she sighed and smiled happily, her life was coming together in a way it never had before.
Nibbling on a strawberry she leaned against the window frame and gazed out over the island. "You were right Orva, he is truly unique." She gazed down on a very fient scar on her palm, one that had been cut into her skin when she was a mere twenty one years of age. She had made a promise then, and it was one that she had kept. The memory led to another, and she reached up to touch her cheek where the fientest line of a scar could barely be seen.
He’d felt a kiss on his forehead, but he’d not stirred. That is, Galain hadn’t stirred until ’Thaya left the room. He’d lain still a few more moments before he stretched luxuriously, a grin on his face as he kicked off any sheets that covered him and let the morning air kiss his skin. He drew up his left hand and stared at the ring that again adorned his finger. This time though it meant more than something implied by a bond. It meant that he had well and truly married a woman and he’d made love to her and given her a child fully within the promises of the vows he’d taken.
His right hand traced his body, beginning at the small of his throat, trailing down his chest and stomach and stopping once to feel for the tattoo that marked his left hip before he touched himself, encouraging a slow arousal as images of his wife filled his mind. His breath was shallow as he quested for her and tripped along their bond, his seed spilling in a slow stream as his soul danced with hers, tasted the strawberry she tasted and then swam around the life that bloomed within his wife’s body. His wife’s! He arched upward in a mad moment of climax, alone and yet not alone as he claimed his wife’s mind with his own, dampening the sheets with his seed. He knew she was remembering other things and he waited quietly, craving to know her memories, more than willing to share his own.
Today was their first full day of marriage and his heart beat rapidly with excitement. He had married his Amazon Queen, his S’hea Princess, his Lady whom he’d lost twice and yet somehow regained. He might be persuaded yet to believe in the gods. He grinned happily to himself as he held up his newly -scarred palm that bore the mark of yet another layer of his bond to An’Thaya. He stared at the fresh scar and savored the slight pain he got from it. It meant he was alive - alive and married and quite truly in love.
Eventually he got out of the bed, not bothering with clothing. As far as he was concerned clothing was non-essential whenever he was alone with his wife. He was hers and he wanted her to see just how truly owned by her in all ways he was. Gods damn he loved her.
“Melda?” He said in a whisper when he finally found the kitchen.
An'Thaya's knees weakened alittle when she felt Galalin's soul envelope hers, teasing sensations and glimpses of what he was doing sending a shiver down her spine. His presence was almost a physical touch, causing her breasts to tighten, a climax shuddering through her body as his seed warmed the sheets.Left gasping alittle she leaned heavily on the window frame, the thoughts of moments before all but forgotten.
How long she stood that way she had no idea, the sound of Galain's voice behind her bringing her back to reality. Turning around she smiled at him, leaning her back against the sill. "Good Morning my husband... did you sleep well?" As she awaited his response she gazed on him admiringly, enjoying the way the early morning sun shone on his hair and warmed the muscular curves of his form. With a sigh she let the sheet covering her body fall away, feeling the warmth of the sun on her back. If there was a heaven, she was in it...
Now that was the sort of welcome that gave Galain a glad smile in the morning. He knew she took in his form and his body tightened involuntarily, his manhood an erect salute to her gaze. He tried to blush and instead ducked his head and managed a small chuckle that grew a little more when he saw her sheet fall to the floor. He stared at it a moment before his eyes strayed upward and captured her sunlight form, reveling in the sweet curves that glowed in an unearthly light that titillated him and glorified her.
“Wife?” He asked in a low voice. It was so much more than “beloved”… He moved toward her and let his hands gently caress her body, warming his face against the sun that shown into the window she nearly sat in. Without warning he lowered himself into her and made a gentle, mesmerizing love to her in the window, splaying her arms above her head as he claimed and owned this wild Amazon beauty that had given herself to him. He treasured her, paying a humble homage to her spirit, body and soul with his own self.
“My gods, woman,” was about all he could utter before he collapsed against her, his body covering hers. His face traced a faint scar on her face, not quite realizing its history. He simply loved.
His name tripped over her lips more than once as she gave herself over to him, giving in to his dominance as he drew her arms above her head. She wondered how and when he had so completely become part of her spirit, a part that had never left no matter how physically seperated they had become. Galain knew her body well, each touch pulling a reaction for her form that no other man could ever have achieved, and he also knew her soul as she knew his, imprinted, woven, intwined.
"You complete me," she whispered softly in his ear, arms twining around his neck as he collapsed against her. "My body, spirit and soul... you own my heart."
She was the one woman with whom he could utterly collapse. If it was possible, more of his seed slid down her leg to drop to the floor and he blushed, privately overcome by what this woman did to him. He wanted to give her his life, his children and his all. It was earth-shattering for this intensely independent person who had always run from commitment. Yet here he was, slowly sliding down into a kneeling position before his wife, staring upward at her in near worship. He might dominate her but my gods she dominated him in a way she might never understand. Galain gasped and clasped his wife’s waist and wondered at what spell had been cast over him before he dipped his head in and nipped at her nether lips, tasting the sweetness there that was unique to their union. He tasted again, sucking deeply before biting quite willfully.
Gods, my love. We are physically perfect, spiritually perfect, soulfully perfect. Tell me of your life. Tell me of who you are. Tell me what I don’t know but you wish me to know
He was quiet a moment in her mind. Then.
“Please, Tay?” He had no idea where that came from as he bent again and tasted the love of his wife.
'Thaya leaned her head back against the glass as Galain bent his head. Her back arched and a soft gasp of pleasure fell from her lips even as his words drifted through her mind.
One word caught her attention and she looked down at him, suprise lighting her emerald eyes, "Where in the world did you ever hear that name?," she asked, "No one has called me that in over twenty five hundred years." A smile tilted her lip and she tangled her fingers in his hair. "What about my life do you want to know?"
Galain continued his savaging of her body for a moment before he lay his head against one of her legs and wondered too just where exactly he'd gotten "Tay" from.
"I haven't heard that name, per se. I think it's something I touched upon earlier... when I was still in bed." He cast one eye up at her, mischief dancing in it. "You were deep in thought and when I touched our bond I have a feeling some of your thoughts slipped into my mind. I like it. Tay. Do you?"
He was quiet a moment, nearly purring as she tangled her fingers in his hair. He returned his lips to the cleft between her legs and kissed her, letting his tongue invade her for a few mindless seconds before he let it slide from there and up her abdomen to play with the tattoo on her stomach. He stopped at last and looked up at his wife.
"I'd like to know your favorite childhood memories. I'd like to know who you looked up to... who called you Tay..." Oddly, despite all their time together there were things neither of them knew about the other and he longed to know all he could about his wife and bondmate.
'Thaya slid down from the windowsill, wrapping her body around her husbands as she leaned her head against his chest. "Tager called me Tay, to protect me from Tallin. Using my real name was too dangerous, I didn't learn my real name until I was sent to the Weeper." She looked up at Galain with darkened emerald eyes. "I was raised among humans, different from everyone, set apart."
"Tager tried... but there wasn't much he could do. I had the jungle to roam, and thats where I spent most of my time. I developed a passion for daggers, the feel of warm steel in my hands was oddly comforting, and using them felt like dancing. I thought Tager was my Father, and I looked up to him, he certainly loved me as a Father would, and the fact that he was human explained my halfling heritage. The fact that I looked nothing like him never really occured to me."
The Amazon sighed and leaned back against the wall, "My entire childhood it was just me, Tager, and the daggers. There was this wondering.... who am I? Who was my mother? Who are these elves that are part of me? That was just the beginning.... Tager kept me sheltered to the age of twenty one... and then I discovered what the outside world was like." Her fingers traced the fient scar on her cheek and a far away look glassed her eyes over for a moment, "Once that happens you can never go back."
“No, you can’t,” Galain replied after a moment. His own memories came to the fore for a brief moment as he looked up at his wife. “But do you want to go back?” He asked then, lowering his head now to kiss the spot just where her breasts met. He looked up at her suddenly.
“May I call you Tay? Is that too much? May I?” His expression was eager and he kissed her suddenly, letting her taste herself on his lips. He was thinking that she had been so young to discover the world.
An'Thaya let the kiss linger for a moment, then gazed up into Galain's eyes again. "No, I don't want to go back, I just wish I had listened to Tager.... I was too young to see what I did." A smile tugged at the edge of her lip and she kissed him again, "Yes, you can call me Tay, you can call me anything you like as long as you say it lovingly." She laughed lightly and shifted forward to put her arms around him. "What about you? Why did you leave Alcarinque so young?"
“Tay.” Galain grinned and said the name again. He rather liked it he did. He was quiet a moment when she asked him about his own past and he slid away and then turned and drew one of her hands down his left side to where his back joined his back end. A tattoo of the Elen star and dove resided there.
“The last time I talked about why I left home it was to get this,” he said with a chuckle before he turned back around and settled his wife into his arms, right there on the kitchen floor. He kissed her hair.
“I left home when I was so young because I was angry. Because I was determined to show my father I didn’t need him, my people, magic or anything else. He told me I was unworthy and so I left - partly to show him I was indeed worthy, partly to show him that yeah, I am a foolish idiot who’ll never measure up to what my people need.”
Galain sighed.
“I’ve spent a lot of my life doing the latter.” He went quiet and stroked his wife’s hair.
“But what started it, eh? It was simple enough. I’d pulled a few too many pranks, the last I believe involved a wild boar running wild through a wedding feast in the main hall of the palace. I regularly refused to attend my father’s lectures - he teaches all the mages in the kingdom - and if he asked me to do something I usually ignored him. I preferred the trees to the city, hunting to books and partying to learning.
“So what happened? My father had enough one-day and he summoned me to a room he and my mother use a lot. It’s situated behind the throne room - a rather lovely rose-filled atrium that’s open to the sky. Mother does a lot of her tapestries there because the light is so perfect… Anyway. I came, was rude and he dragged me out to the throne room by the collar and proceeded to give me a magical thrashing in front of everyone that nearly resulted in my blowing out. I tried to take in too much energy to weave. He literally tossed me about.
“When he was finished I wasn’t even close to apologetic. I was pissed off to be exact. I left that day. I am not even sure I took the time to pack. I joined the Rangers a few days later and stayed with them a long time.”
Galain kissed An’Thaya’s hair again.
“That’s about it. Wayward son runs off in a fit…” He chuckled.
'Thaya relaxed in the comfort of Galain's arms and listened to his reasons for leaving home, wondering why she had never asked before. From their bond she knew his feelings towards his father, and the feelings he had towards that distant past, yet the details had been something wondered about, but never activly sought.
Leaning her head back she gazed into his eyes for a long while, then smiled, "No wonder our souls mesh so well, we are two of a kind. When I left the Amazons and Tager it wasn't quite so dramatic, but it was a fit of a wayward child as well. I was only twenty one, and tired of being restricted to Amazon lands. I had been raised among humans, and in my mind I was an adult, the humans of the same age were, so why not me?"
She laughed softly and shook her head, "Such a child in a very strange world. I struggled against him and left despite his objections, even after this happened," she drew her fingers along her facial scar. "I've never been one to learn a life lesson easily."
It was those moments when they simply stared into each other’s eyes that Galain loved. They could share a wealth of words with those silent looks. It went deeper than sex, deeper than mutual attraction. Each time he was reminded that he had indeed found the person who read his heart as he read hers.
He touched tentative fingers to the scar she’d just traced, and then kissed it, recognizing an iron scar.
“Lessons earned and learned with ease are no lessons at all,” he said with a tinge of regret. He kissed her gently then, his hand slipping to her abdomen where their child grew. He prayed their child’s life would go easier than their own.
An'Thaya's hand covered Galain's, and when he drew back she smiled softly up into his eyes. "You should write that down somewhere so we can remind ourselves often." Falling into silence for a few moments she studied his face, reaching up to trace his jawline.
"Have you ever thought about the impossibility... how unlikely the chance of us meeting was? Two seperate planets, two very different lives. Yet such parallel souls...... It makes you wonder what the Fates have planned, I mean, is there more to you and me then this mindblowing emotion we share? Or is it mere chance that we found something so profound?"
It struck her suddenly that their conversations rarely struck this deep, emotion seemed to be the life force between them, words coming second in the tumultuous life they led. Once she thought about it, she realized she had never shared so much as a mind link with him. She was no telepath, and there was the bond, but this link went deeper. She likened it to the movie theaters they had stumbled across in the industrial worlds. An actual moving picture of an event in anothers mind..... "Would you like me to show you a moment of my life?," she asked suddenly, then blushed...
He'd not thought about the incredibility of their relationship before until now. But the more he took into account the various factors 'Thaya brought up Galain was staggered.
"There is more," he said with certainty before he smiled slowly. "Please show me." The smile grew to a grin as she blushed.
That grin made her blush even deeper, and she playfully swatted at him. "Its hard to be serious when you are being so cute," she winked. "Alright then, pick something, a moment you would like to see. Good or bad, I don't mind, whatever I am, have been, and will be is yours." Her lip curled in a rather crooked grin, her emerald greens gazing up at him curiously, wondering what he would choose.
Galain chuckled and ducked her swat, then went thoughtful as he tried to decide on a moment.
"Perhaps the first time you laid eyes on the land of your people?" He finally ventured.
The Amazon chuckled and poked him lightly in the ribs, "Thats cheating, you were there the first time I laid eyes on Corin." Snuggling alittle closer she lay her head on his chest, kissing the warmth of his skin softly. "Choose something you haven't seen my love."
Galain buried his nose in her hair and thought harder. Yes, they were truly an odd pair as they sat stark naked on the floor of the kitchen. Fortunately the servants were indeed polite creatures and hadn't come near the room thus far.
"Then show me the first time you were blooded. Truly blooded."
Surely he'd not seen that?
First blood.... a shiver wound its way down her spine, causing the Amazon to tremble in her husbands arms. Her first kill, something she hadn't thought about in centuries, and for good reason. It seemed her heart was beating entirely to fast for several minutes.....
"Alright," she said finally, "First Blood it is then." Her fingers brushed her hair away from her shoulder, revealing a dark round scar branded into her flesh. "Close your eyes." Her own lids slid shut and her hands slid up to his face, "Clear your mind."
A silence fell between them, and they were suddenly removed from the warmth of the sun on their skin. There was darkness for a moment....
Then suddenly it was in the day, the smell of orchids on the breeze on a empty jungle path. There was minor discomfort.... a wound in the ankle... several days old.
It was oddly quiet for the time of day.... something was wrong.... There was a sound... a whistle.....
'Thaya went rigid in his arms as her body jolted back, teeth clenched as she relived the pain of the iron tipped arrow lodging in bone.
Shadows.... and a face... Gunther?
A muted whimper left her lips as the memory of Gunther broke the arrow, a shadows laughter in her ears... and Galain's as well, as the madness of the Mercenary replayed it self....
Cold calloused hands roughly tearing her clothes, brusing her flesh...
She stopped short... her heart pounding in fear.... could she show him what happened next?
Galain felt her shock and went rigid with ’Thaya, his own body reacting to the fear she’d felt that day. He wanted to hold her tightly and back her out of this, but it was too late and Galain was mesmerized by what his wife shared with him. Who had it been? Why?
When she stopped Galain sucked in his breath and waited.
I’m right here, love, he told her.
Galain's reassurance gave her strength, but fear still chilled her flesh as she returned to the memory.... her body shivering in Galains arms as she plunged back into darkness...
Strong fingers pulling at the laces of her trousers, stark fear as her hands were pinned, the pressure of his knees nearly breaking her fingers. His weight shifting as he tugged at his own laces, freeing her hands but for a moment.
Tears and desperation, scrambling away, cold steel under her fingers as his hands reclaimed her, ripping her trousers from her and flipping her body back around. Terror.. the feel of something alien... the hard maleness of him seeking to penetrate, pushing against her soft and untouched entry, nearly invading her as her arm swung up....
The copper scent of blood, wet and sticky as it coated her fingers.. ran in rivulets down her arms. The sound he made... it had begun as a grunt of passion as he had pushed forward, just at the brink of taking her when he met death instead... the sound becoming a gurgle as he choked on his own blood. One more second.. and the blood would have been hers instead...
Crushing pain as his massive form dropped on her... struggling for air.. fighting to push his lifeless corpse from her body... screaming.....
She was screaming.... the remembered fear heralding forth in a release she had withheld for centuries...
Galain’s eyes shot open and he realized the screaming had passed from the shared memory to reality and he grabbed a tight hold onto his wife and let her scream.
“It’s all right, love. Scream it out,” he crooned. He didn’t think it would be right for her to continue to bottle it in and he felt tears running down his cheeks as he silently cried for her. He sent a quiet thank you to Tay’s goddess, glad and proud of his wife’s immense inner and physical strength. But to have been blooded in such a way… no pride, no glorification - just straight fear and an instinct of survival… perhaps it had been the best way in a sense. Killing was not something to be casual about.
Galain rocked An’Thaya in his arms, showering her air with gentle kisses, then carefully lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom where he lay her down upon the bed and then sat beside her, letting the Amazon find her own way while he massaged her hands and fingers.
It was in the comfort of Galain's arms that she realized how far she had come since that day. How far HE had brought her from that long buried moment. An intense burning hatred of males had instilled itself in her after Gunther's death, the few that she did tolerate never fully earning her trust, and most definatly not her love.
The Elen Prince had changed all that, without even trying. Something about him and torn down all of her defenses, and she inherently knew that she could trust him with her life... with her heart, and with her soul. No other man had been allowed to coddle her the way that Galain did, from him it wasn't degrading, it wasn't a man attempting to comfort a 'weak' woman. It was as an equal, a lovers concern and love. That was the difference... he didn't fear her strength, yet he didn't expect her to be strong all of the time.
Grateful she clung to him, letting the misery run its course until the tears stopped and her need for him overwhelmed anything else.
"That's my love," he had at last whispered as they joined their bodies together once more. Their loving was a slow and langorous thing, their movements nearly lazy as they entered a new level of their relationship. It was amazing and wonderful that such a thing could happen in all the years they'd known and loved each other and Galain rejoiced in it. When at last they were sated the elf simply held his wife and kissed her hair repeatedly.
"Shall we go for a walk? Catch a little brunch and take it with us?" He asked at last.
Warm and safe in Galain's embrace the Amazon was loath to move, but the suggestion did sound lovely. "Alright," she murmured against his chest, "A walk sounds wonderful."
With a sound not unlike a mew she stretched languidly, then kissed the tip of his pointed ear. Slipping out of the bed she pulled on a light shift and ran her fingers through her hair. The Amazon had developed an instant distaste for shoes the moment Galain had impregnated her... an odd little development really... but regardless, she forwent footwear.
"Lets go see what they have left us in the kitchen," she grinned, tugging at his hand.
He'd liked that funny little sound she made and he grinned and willing took her hand. He remain unclothed, adamantly so in fact and grinned down at his wife's bare feet.
"I like it... barefoot and pregnant," he said with a chuckle as they headed into the kitchen and foraged for food before heading out for their walk.
An'Thaya had swatted Galain playfull after his barefoot and pregnant comment.. although she had to admit its validity.
Soon afterwards they wre wandering hand and hand along the beach, taking in the sheer beauty of the place. "So, tell me about your childhood in Alcarinque," she urged, "You never reallly talk about it."
His childhood in Alcarinque… Galain hadn’t thought about his boyhood in a long time. He’d lost it the day he’d walked out on his father and joined the Rangers. He’d insisted on being treated as an adult by the other Rangers despite his youth and so… his childhood had disappeared. Galain swung his wife’s hand and lifted his head to sniff at the scent of the ocean before he began to order his thoughts and speak.
“I had a good childhood. It was without emotional pain, there were no terrible moments of danger… Both of my parents were very doting and loving. I was a surprise - I wasn’t supposed to happen basically. They’d had Summerlin and my Aunt Edrienne was still alive and so hopes for an heir were still alive for my uncle.”
Galain frowned for a moment as he tried to remember the woman Adarin had married and so dedicated his life to. He barely remembered a cold woman whom he couldn’t even begin to like. She’d enjoyed cuffing his ears when no one was looking and whispering in his ear that he’d never take the throne as long as she lived.
And she had died. But not before taking a lover behind Adarin’s back and giving birth to a son she had groomed as the Crown Prince. He was called the Black Elen because of his coloring and Galain loathed his cousin. But that was an aside and he quickly yanked his mind back to the question of his childhood.
“So anyway. I was a surprise and when Aunt Edrienne died I became the heir. Life changed a bit. I went from being a prince to being The Prince. I remember a lot of lectures and studying and loads of tutors. It wasn’t so bad I guess. I can do all the etiquette, I can ride, fight, negotiate… But all I wanted to do was hunt, explore and be free… I still want that. I preferred the Forest to the city and often hid in places no one could find me. I was a little wild I guess. Played a lot of pranks on folks.”
Galain flashed a grin at his wife.
“A lot of pranks. I once found a way to re-route the entire privy system into the Chancellor’s apartments. It was pretty cool.”
An'Thaya laughed hysterically at Galain, kissing him lightly on the cheek, "You are incorigable, and its nice to know you were apparently born that way." She smiled and lay a hand on her abdomen, a far away look in her eyes, "I wonder what our child will be like.... I can't wait to be a mother again.. it seems so far away." She bounced rather excitedly, "Just knowing.... gods.... I'm carrying YOUR child," she laughed, twirling around in the sand, "I just feel like running around barefoot and smiling my fool head off for the next eleven months."
Galain stopped walking and just watched his wife dance about. He had a look of awed joy on his face as he realized she did indeed carry his child within her. Something precious that was shared only by the two of them.
"Gods, please do," he murmured and then laughed aloud. After so much hell, surely they deserved a bit of happiness?
An'Thaya laughed lightly at the expression on her husbands face, letting herself fall against him at the end of one wild twirl. "Do you think it will be this way forever? I can't picture a life without you Galain... I know how that feels.... I think I'd die if we were ever seperated again." Her emerald eyes had deepened a shade when she peered up at him, "I love you more anything."
He caught hold of her, laughing with her.
"I want it to be this way forever. I want it so badly. And life without you... it woud be hell. I'm not sure death would heal the pain." He leaned in to kiss her. "I love you too." He kissed her again and again.
An'Thaya chuckled, giving way under his kisses and tumbling into the sand with him. "You are a nawdy elf," she grinned, tickling his sides. "Delightfully nawdy."
He laughed and flinched away from her tickling, then leaned in for another kiss. They'd brought a picnic basket of sorts and within was a blanket. The way things were suddenly going he had a feeling they might need that. He yanked it out as best he could, then moved his wife to it before he covered her body with yet more kisses, removing her shift and casting it aside.
"Surely, that's the reaon you married me?" He asked with a chuckle as their bodies joined yet again.
An'Thaya chuckled madly, but the laugh was cut off by a gasp as he slid into her. "Well my dear," she breathed, "It wasn't for your brains." She giggled madly at the look on his face and thrust her hips up against him, quickly replacing the slightly offended look with one of lust.
Was this another walk aborted? Well... not quite. They did picnic there afterward though, chuckling when the tide surprised them and tried to wash the pair out to sea.
They were both quite insane, nothing like a good near drowing to make the pair of idiots keel over in laughter. Scampering back up the beach the Amazon led her husband on a merry chase back to the bungalow.
They spent more days as they had before -- making love, making conversation and enjoying this time together alone. They explored each other, the bungalow, the beach and the surrounding environment. For Galain it seemed they were making up in days what they had missed in years upon years. He greedily gobbled it all up, letting time fall away for him for these precious weeks.
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