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~What was meant to be a trip to visit family in the Kingdom of S'hea,
turned into something else indeed.
The S'hean Elf in An'Thaya's viens cannot resist the water,
nor can she resist the passion of the Elen King....~
No matter how at home you are in the water, it is nearly impossible to laugh and swim at the same time. A breathless Tay tried desperatly to keep Adarin at bay, but to little avail. He had a much longer reach than she, and the Amazon was still a bit addled from the blow to the head she had taken the day before. Giggling madly she made a last ditch effort and struck out towards the shore.
Adarin caught her. He was used to catching Tay’s ankles and snagged one rather rapidly, pleased that he had done so. He slid his hand up further to her knee and then they were both surfacing, she giggling, he laughing, both probably choking a bit. His hands were encircling her waist now and one hand strayed down further, cupping her bottom as he suddenly went quite sober. Adarin’s brain spun a bit and then he blurted it out.
"I love you, Tay. I love you very much." His blue eyes were sober, hungry, scared. He kissed her before she could reply, tasting water and Tay on his lips.
He loved her. He had said it. Gods. He loved her.
The laughter died on An'Thaya's lips as her eyes met Adarin's, reading the emotion there as plain as day. Her nerves seemed to be on fire, skin tingling where his fingers touched. The Elen's words touched and warmed the redhead, but scared the hell out of her at the same time.
Then his lips were on hers, and for several panic stricken seconds she struggled against him. Then a dam deep within her heart broke open, filling her with love and desire for this King of Elves. Her mind spun, what was she doing? What about Galain?
No matter what her mind was saying, her hands had their own will, reaching up to tangle in Adarin's golden locks. Giving in she relaxed into his embrace, returning his kiss with a fire that startled even her.
Adarin had panicked when Tay struggled against him and he’d nearly let her go. But something immensely deep told him to cling to her. He’d seen in her eyes how scared she was... as scared as he. And then she’d stopped fighting and he had an armful of willing An’Thaya in his arms and she was kissing him back and...
So much fire.
The two spun around in a quiet whirlpool of water created by their motions. Adarin pressed up against her gently, moving them both toward shore. He wanted to feel her body in the drier air, touch and taste her without anything between them. But then he wanted to return right to the water with her.
"Tay," he said hoarsely, breaking away once before he returned to her lips.
The Amazon's hands slid from Adarin's hair to his shoulders, tracing the lines of muscle and bone with almost timid fingers as he moved them towards the shore. When the water level changed she wrapped her arms tight around his neck until her feet found solid ground, her eyes still closed as the kiss broke, "Adarin," she murmured, her tone husky as she urged him forward, slowly walking backwards. Reaching up to kiss him she kept moving, until dry sand shifted between her toes.
He could hardly disobey her urging and Adarin followed Tay step by step until dry sand was beneath their feet and he was gently pushing her downward, his body tingling, anticipatory and aching. Hearing his name on her lips... Adarin couldn’t stop. He eased his body atop hers, careful of her smaller frame at first and then he couldn’t hold himself any longer, entering her body as he buried his face into her breasts and then her neck. He let out a low cry and shook, willing himself to move at an agonizingly slow pace, wanting to savor this most exquisite of women. He had thrown aside their relations by marriage and simply buried himself into this first woman who had ever caught him body, mind and soul.
Somehow his lips found hers again as he drove hard into her, coaxing her body to fly with his. Her name flew repeatedly through his thoughts, escaped his lips at times and his heart beat harder as he lost himself in her body and her. So lost. So blissfully lost.
Rational thought was a thing of the past as Tay let Adarin lay her down, accepting him willingly and joyfully into herself. Her fingers dug into his back, urging him to take her more fully, and she wrapped herself around him, murmuring softly at first until his attentions drove her to full throated cries.
Clinging to the Elen King, An'Thaya was only subconciously aware of the burning on her arm, her tattoo flaring to life as her body claimed a bondmate.
His arm burned. Something was forming upon it, but Adarin’s foremost sensations were involved in what he felt and his cries mingled with Tay’s. He was claiming her for himself right now and he dragged in breath after frantic breath, tears burning their way down his face and mingling into their kisses. He followed Tay’s urges, gasping when her nails dug into his skin. He drove himself in further and deeper until he was no longer they were separate beings.
Tay wasn't sure if the tears she could taste were her own, or Adarin's. Her body strained beneath him, just barely accomodating the much larger Elen King. She drank him in, tasting his lips, touching his smooth golden skin, twining her fingers into his soft golden hair.
She loved him, there was no denying it, every kiss and every touch said it without words. As An'Thaya's body sang higher her conduit spun open, her soul reaching for his with soft emerald tendrils. On his bicep the rose and dagger tattoo flared to life, the petals a brilliant silver white, not unlike an Elen star.
Adarin could feel her strain and for a mad moment he pushed in longer, then he withdrew, very slowly. It was agonizing, but he made his egress as pleasurable as possible, moving slowly against her until they at last lay apart, breathing heavily. He wiped at the tears on his face and realized they were hers mingled with his. He turned back toward her and ran his hands into her hair and brought a handful of it up to his nose, inhaling its sweet scent before he realized the pain on his arm had yet to subside. It wasn’t a bad pain... it was just new and he shifted a bit and gaped at the rose and dagger that glowed silver upon his skin. He gaped and then gave Tay a long look that bespoke excitement and pleasure.
"I’m yours," he said suddenly. The King brushed a hand over his bicep as he realized her soul was touching his and he gasped again. Green beauty filled him and the elf breathed in deeply, his eyes fluttering shut.
"I love you, melda," he said suddenly, his voice heavy with emotion, thick with love, laced with disbelief and pleasure.
Tay's eyes fluttered open, and a soft smile touched her lips as Adarin found the tattoo. She reached out to touch it, watching the petals bloom and flare beneath her fingers. "Mine," she said the word almost in a whisper, her emerald gaze lifting to meet his clear blue eyes. Leaning into his hands she turned and kissed the Elen's palm, "Aminmela ile, melda," she told him. Needing to be closer to him An'Thaya shifted to rest her head on the King's chest, her long crimson locks spilling across his skin.
She was his... and she kept any thought from her mind that she belonged to someone else as well. For the moment there was only the two of them. Her soul shifting gently she embraced him, sharing who she was with this glorious Elf.
"Aminmela ile, melda," Adarin repeated, savoring these words. They’d been spoken to only his wife before and she was long dead, a creature who’d never savored nor desired those words from him. He wrapped his tall form around hers, warming her body with his and drinking in her scent. He felt his soul dropping deeply into hers, tears leaking again from the corner of his eyes. This was so sweetly glorious... so unexpected. He could a soft wind drying the pool’s water off their skin, but he didn’t feel chilled yet. The inner warmth and peace that filled him exuded forward and warmed them both.
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