4 comments/ 27029 views/ 2 favorites A Surrender By: Nanarie Neela sits in the bar surveying the room, her back against the wall. She was meeting someone here. Her pointed ears twitched at every sound, constantly aware of every person around her. She knew she drew attention in her black leather vest, her heavy chest barley contained within it. Her legs incased in a matching material, her blades crossed behind her back. She was all business today, or so she thought. Her eyes quickly found the cool drink of water that had just poured into the bar. He was dressed as if he’d been on the trail for weeks. He was huge, muscles rippled under his tunic. His black hair streaked down his back in a tight tail. Conversations around him seemed to stop as he walked past, looking around as if searching for someone. His eyes seemed to catch hers and to her surprise, he walked up to her table. She could hardly contain her sudden rush of lust looking at this man. Her mind ran through the details of the meeting once more. She’d made a deal with a mousy looking man, a tiny elf who looked as though he‘d snap under enough pressure. He was to meet her here at 12 noon, to exchange some information. This man before her was nothing that she’d expected. Hell, he wasn’t even an elf. What made him think he was good enough to talk to her? “Mam.” he tipped his head at her. She acted as if she hadn’t noticed him there but to the contrary she couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering up at him. “I believe you were expecting me?” “You?” Neela uncrossed her arms from her chest and stared up at the human. “I believe you’ve got the wrong elf bub.” her voice sounded very rude, even to her. She wondered at the man’s reaction. She’d hate to ruin such a handsome face with her blade. The man just smirked at her. “I don’t think so.” the words seemed to drip from his lips. “You were expecting Kale, am I correct?” She nodded. “Well, it seems he met with an unfortunate accident earlier this week.” a smile cross his face. “And I’ve been sent in his place. Name is Nickorad.” She could hardly believe her pointy ears. She was going to have to do business with this oaf? She didn’t know which was worse, dealing with his attitude or keeping her mind on her work. Business, definitely focus on business. Neela tossed a bag of gold on the table. “100, as agreed.” Nickorad just laughed at her, pushing the bag back at her. “You think I’m as easily bought as Kale was? Your sadly mistaken.” How dare he! Her temper flared. She raised herself to stand before him, hands flat on the table she drew herself up to her full height, still falling short of eye to eye by seemingly 2 feet. “Name your price.” “I don’t want your money.” No money? Then what the hell did he want from her? Almost as soon as the question entered her head she knew the answer. For the first time she looked deep into his eyes and saw in his what she was trying so desperately to hide in her own. “You. I want you, for one night, for whatever I tell you to do.” Neela tried to hide her surprise. Something she apparently didn’t do very well as Nickorad’s eyes danced with humor. “I’m not a barter chip.” she said with such force his grin faltered. Now dead serious and determined to tame this elf, he put his face mere inches from hers. “You don’t have a choice. I get what I want, you get what you want.” For the first time Neela noticed people were starting to stare. She forced herself back down into her chair. Did she have a choice? The information she was after was very important. She must obtain it. “Done.” she crossed her arms in front of her in defiance. Nickorad’s grin split his face, he’d won. “Tonight.” he saunters out of the bar after dropping a key in front of her. She’d thought about backing out of the deal all day. Was she really willing to give her body for what she sought? But here she was, standing in front of door 42 of the Last Inn, the door that matched the key. Do it, get it over with, she told herself. I mean how bad could it be? He was handsome, just looking at him made her tingle with excitement. Before she’d have the chance to change her mind, Neela turned the key and entered the room. It was empty, Nickorad was no where to be found. Maybe he’d been the one to change his mind. Strangely the thought disappointed her. She shook it from her mind. The room looked like an other inn she’d ever been in. Having no place to call home herself, she’d spent a lot of time from inn to inn. There was, however, one difference to this room, on the bed was a nighty. She walked up to the bed and ran her hand down it. It was soft, made of the finest silk, the red coloring would look scrumptious against her skin, the tiny string shoulders and plunging neckline would expose her just enough to be dangerous. It was by far the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Neela knew why it was here, she was suppose to wear it. She could refuse, but what was the point? He didn’t look like a man that was easily persuaded into anything. She moaned as she slipped it over her body. She’d never felt anything so good before. She ran her hands down her hips, it was a little more form fitting than she would have guessed, her firm breast pushing against the material, a split came up both sides from the calf to the hip. She turned herself around in it enjoying the way it incased her. As she spun back around she came face to face with Nickorad. He had to grab her arms to keep her from falling back, drawing her to his chest. “I see you found your gift.” his eyes look down into hers. His eyes seemed to posses her, she was at a loss for words. When she finally did find her voice she was surprised how meek and innocent it sounded as she tripped over her words. “Y-Yes, it’s v-very nice.” Hmmm, her body was tingling being this close to him. His muscular chest pressing against her. His arms wound around her back, their strength holding her up. And he smelled so good. A mix of a manly smell and something sweet she couldn’t place. What was she thinking loosing herself in this human? How degrading for an elf. Human’s were big brainless oafs, wrecking havoc and mayhem where ever they went. So much lower on the evolutionary scale as elves, even if she was a mixed elf. She must keep her head about her. Nickorad felt the defiance within her and his grin widened, this was going to be fun. He released her from his grip and gave her a slight push toward the bed. “Lay down.” It wasn’t a request, it was a demand. Neela crossed her arms once again in protest. “No.” Nickorad turned towards the door, his hand upon the knob. “Then I take my information with me.” Panic streaked through her. “Wait.” she reached a hand towards him, she’d have to do what he desired. He was not going to change his mind in his plans. As Nickorad turned back around she carefully lay herself upon the bed. She felt so vulnerable. Not a feeling she was use to. She braced herself for the worst as he stood over her beside the bed. Slowly he pulled his tunic over his head. She couldn’t help but stare. He was a sight to behold. Muscles rippled down his body, his stomach taught and hard. His pale skin mar only by a scar here and there. Neela briefly wondered how he got them, thought better of asking. His pink nipples stood erect, proudly jetting from his chest. She turned her head as he reached for the tie on his leather pants. “Don’t look away.” She forced herself to turn back to him, her cheeks for the first time flush. As he pulled the cord, her breath caught in her throat, her heart sped. Lust grew inside her as his pants fell to the floor. She’d seen naked elves before, the male body didn’t surprise her. However, she’d never seen a naked human before. She’d never gotten close enough to want to. Her eyes grew huge as she stared. She could sense him watching her and she quickly flushed again. She’s never blushed so much in her life, and she was over 120 years old. She stopped herself from trembling slightly as he came to kneel beside her on the bed. “I won’t hurt you.” He thought her scared? How dare he, didn’t he have any idea who she was? “I’m not.” had she said that out loud? She hadn’t meant to. He seemed to have read the question to the answer. “Yes, you are, I can see it in your eyes.” Humph. Arrogant too. He ran his hand down her cheek. Her skin was so soft to the touch. He trailed it lower, down her neck, tickling her skin as he went. Lower still, pausing only slightly at the top of her perky breasts. His eyes locked with hers as his hand come down to cup one mound in his hand. His finger flicking the hardening bud beneath the gown. Neela bit her lip to keep from moaning with pleasure. She was not giving into this man. But what she wanted and what her body desired we’re two different things. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. She felt the bed creak beneath her as he moved. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to know what he was to do to her next. She was only slightly taken back to feel his soft lips brush hers. Her eyes locked with hers. The flame in them burned as brightly as hers. It had been so long since she’d felt this way, she wanted him, she wanted to feel him, to know what it was like to be part of him. She relaxed against him, an opportunity he didn’t miss. He pressed his hot tongue to her lips, seeking entrance. Without thinking she obliged. Her tongue twisting and caressing his. The desire inside her took over her mind. Her hands came up to caress his back, his body warm to her touch. His hand roamed her body, leaving a trail of whispered desire. With every touch her body grew hotter. He broke the kiss as softly as he’d started it. The same grin on his face, knowing he’d won her over. He trailed light kisses down her neck, across her chest, stopping to nip at each hardened bud beneath the red silk. Her breath caught in her throat as her hips instinctively reacted to his touch on them, drawing them forward. She couldn’t believe how her body was reacting. How shameful. But she was beyond caring. The lust between them could no longer be denied. His powerful hand slowly slid up her calf, drawing the silk with it. Her body shook as his hands drew closer to her mound. Up her thighs he went, burning his way. She bit her lip to keep from moaning as his rough fingers touched her most private parts. He was gentle as he softly parted her folds to him. Neela was surprised to find how ready her body was for this man. Slicking his fingers as they caressed her. She held her breath as he slowly circled her nest. She knew what she wanted, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Around and around his fingers drew, causing her to tremble and squirm. He was toying with her. A fact that, if she’d been in her right mind, would have burned her to no end. “Give in to me. Your still fighting it.” She released her lip from her teeth, licking the drop of blood she’d caused. “I’ll give you nothing.” a simple statement filled with defiance. She knew not where it had come from, her body and mind already over taken by him. “Then you’ll get nothing.” His hand drew back, her body cold without him. She felt the desire inside take on a life of it’s own at the prospect of being left in this state. Her hips drew up once more as if seeking him. She’d have to give herself fully to this man, her soul as well as her body. How long had it been since she’d given in to her own desires, without fear of consequence? Far too long. She slowly moved her hand down his back, feeling her way to his hip. She hesitated slightly as she went, waiting for his reaction. His face was expressionless and hard. She bit her lip once again as she moved her hand around his hip, drawing her body up against his to reach what she desired. His manhood wasn’t hard to miss as she drew her hand around it. He was ready for her, his body giving away his own lust. “You want me.” he whispered to her. “Tell me the truth or I’ll stop now.” She heard her voice as if from a distance. “Yes.” She didn’t want him to stop, she didn’t want him to ever stop. He felt so good touching her, waking feelings within her she’d been so long in feeling. It was as if a flood gate inside them had been released. Hands and legs were suddenly a tangle as they hungrily kissed. No longer holding back their desires. They held each other as if they’d known each other for years instead of hours. Their souls talking to one another, mixing in the feelings. Nickorad drew himself above her, his body spreading her legs before him. His weight pressing Neela deeper into the soft mattress beneath them. She could feel him against her hip. She thrust her hips against him as if willing him to continue. He took the hint and she could feel him pressing against her wet mound. Her body cried out for him. His hands at her shoulders, he drew down the straps, taking the fabric with him. The air felt chilly to her naked breasts. But Nickorad’s mouth upon them quickly fixed the problem. Neela drew in a sharp breath of desire as he tortured her nipple with his tongue. He nibbled his way back up to look her in the eye. “Ask for it. Tell me you want me.” A request she hadn’t expected. “Yes.” she whispered once more. But it wasn’t what he wanted. His body drew back slightly. No, he couldn’t, not after coming this far. “Tell me what you want from me.” he demanded softly. Her mind raced for a moment. To voice her desire was different from showing it. It made it real, it exposed herself to him. She’d always drawn else into a protective shell, a shell this human was trying to crack. From the moment Nickorad had laid eyes on her, he knew she wasn’t a woman to be trifled with. She held a hidden woman underneath her strong exterior. He was going to find that elf or force her into exposing it. Neela fumbled for the words to express herself. When she finally found her voice, it sounded more determined than she’d imagined it would. “I want you. I desire you.” A single tear caught in her eye as she felt the years she’d worked to harden herself give way. His hand caressed her face, drawing the tear away. His body, his face, softened to her voice. He kissed her lips once more as he suddenly thrust into her body. She couldn’t hold back the moan from deep in her chest as he parted her body, filling her. Her nails grasp into his back as he withdrew his lips to look her in the eye. Her hips rotated around, joining his in rhythm as they pumped her body. She lay her head back, eyes closed as she enjoyed the feelings he had awakened within her. He filled her every desire, bringing her body feelings she didn’t know it could have. Over and over he pressed in her. Tingles spread through her body like wildfire. She held on to him as if she were drowning. So hard within her, touching and burning. It didn’t take long before she felt her release upon her. She tried to hold it back, wanting this to continue forever. Not wanting to let this feeling go. But he sensed her body tightening around him, starting to milk him. Squeezing him into his own release. He pushed harder within her, burying himself deeper within her folds. It was too much to hold back. The first waves of her release hit her hard, causing her body to jerk beneath him. She squelched back a scream as an animal instinct took over. “Don’t fight it.” he sounded as breathless as her. She didn’t, she was done fighting. Her voice echoed through the room as her body was racked with wave after wave of pleasure. His release was soon to follow. Neela felt him push even further within her, his hot seed pleasurably searing her. She felt his chest rumble with a groan as he jerked against her. It took what seemed like forever for the feeling to ebb from her. Her body trembling from exertion, her mind coming to grips with what had just happened. He kissed her cheek softly as he withdrew his body from hers, rolling to lay by her side. He cupped her body next to his, his arm around her. What was she to do now? She’d went much farther than she’d intended. How could she have let this happen? But as she looked deep into his eyes, she knew how. Not only had her body wanted this man, her soul had needed him. She lay exhausted in his arms, her eyes feeling heavy. It would be hours later before she woke, the dawn’s light streaming through the only crude window. She was alone in bed. She sat upright, her eyes scanning the room quickly for him, as if still needing him. But he wasn’t there. Her heart dropped with disappointment. He’d left. Well, she told herself, what did she expect? She threw herself out of the bed and quickly dressed. He’d used her, just like all the other men in her life. See what she got for exposing herself. She knew better, why had she let him do this to her? She was angry, more than angry, she was hurt. Not only had he taken her body, she hadn’t the information she sought. She drew her hand up to adjust the blade on her back when she noticed something hard within her pocket. She slowly drew out a piece of parchment. As she unfolded it a key fell to the floor. She bent down and looked it over. “room 14, black swan inn.” She glanced quickly at the note. It was blank. What the hell was this! She quickly ran from the room and across town, key gripped tightly in her hand. The innkeeper of the Black Swan had only time to express his surprise as she rushed past him. Door 14 stood in front of her. Was Nickorad in here.? If he was he was going make him wish he wasn’t. She knew not which was racing more, her mind, or her body. She quickly unlocked the door and flung it open. Her mouth stand open as she stared inside. Upon the bed sit’s a small dark elf, graying hair down his back. He sits as if waiting, smiling, staring at the door. 100 years of searching had come to an end as Neela steps into the room. A Surrender's Embrace Neela's body sway back and forth in her exhaustion upon her black steed. The warm breeze caresses her face as it blows by like an inviting friend. The scenery out here was beautiful, but the half elf beauty was beyond noticing. The rolling hills seemed to go on forever, it was starting to get dark and the sun could be seen fading behind them. No signs of life anywhere, she was truly in the middle of no where. She'd been riding for almost a week now with just enough supplies in her pack to make her journey. She always traveled light. Her dark green cloak concealed her body and protected her from the elements, which were leanant tonight. The hilt of her two blades could be seen across each shoulder, she was never without them. They were her life. Her father's words echoed in her head, "Follow the path that's laid out before you. You know your heart, your spirit is bound." Then he'd saddled her horse and sent her away to find her path. She shook her head with a slight grin, ramblings of an old elf. He was old, nearly 600 now. She had no idea what he was talking about. Nearly 2 years had passed since she had found him again. For the first time in 100 years, Neela had a home. She lived with her father in Serpise Forest. No where near civilization, he'd been hiding here in this dark forest for the last 100 years. Upon her 20th year, her still a child, the other elves had turned on Mekier, learning that his spawn was not of full blood. Neela's mother, Samantha, had passed shortly after her birth and for 20 years Mekier had raised her in his home in the elf city. When the other elves found he'd spawned a child not of elven blood he was shunned and run out of the city, forever to hid his presence from their eyes. He'd left Neela with Samantha's sister, to save her from his disgrace. But her spirit was restless to find her father and she soon set out into the life she now possessed. Her mind snapped back to the present. It was very dark now and she looked for a place to set up for the night. A lone tree stood not far away, it would have to do. When her campfire was blazing she lay in her bedroll, glancing around, thinking of her father's words. Her spirit was bound, what the hell did that mean anyway? She wasn't bound to anything, she'd never had anyone or anything to be bound to. She felt so confused in her life. There was an emptiness in her heart that was only slightly filled by finding her father. An emptiness she thought would go away when her search for him was over. But it remained. She glanced around, the water rippled on the nearby pond as the wind blew. She looked up at the tree she was under. It looked dead, branches broken and blackened. Crisp leaves fell, even in the summer warmth. It barely clung to life, it's roots reaching into the pond. She felt a strange link to this tree. Her eyes grew heavy and she slunk down into her hard bed upon the ground. The wind whispered as she drifted off, her hand clutched to the hilt of her blade as she slept, "know your heart". A thud awakened Neela just a short time after sleep had finally come. She was quickly on her feet, blade in hand. Within seconds she had it pointed at the throat of a form upon the ground. A low moan came from the darken form, a riderless horse standing near. "Who are you, what do you want?" she hissed out behind tight lips. The body upon the ground just lay there. Was it dead she wondered. She pushed it over with her foot, closer to the fire light. Her breath caught in her throat. It was him. Her hand reached up and clutched the key that hung between her breasts. She pressed the blade closer to his throat. Anger seared through her body. "Nickorad" Slowly his eyes opened, they barely glanced upon her. "Neela" his voice was very whispered, weak. It was then that she noticed the crimson stain upon his shoulder. Dare she trust him? In his present condition he was still a formidable foe and still as handsome as ever. His face was rugged and unshaved, his black hair dark as night. He looked as if he'd been on the trail for weeks. She slowly lowered her blade, but refused to sheath it. She wasn't taking any chances, he'd gotten what he wanted from her once, it wouldn't happen again. Her anger subsided a little as mixed emotions filled her. She quickly shook her head, she'd not let any emotion rule her, not now, not ever. She suppose he'd need tending, he looked quite wounded. Deciding his wound was more a threat to him than he was to her, she sheathed her blade. She quickly went to her saddle bags and ripped a piece of cloth off a shirt. She wet it in the pond and quietly kneel beside him. He said not a word, he barely looked conscious. She hesitated for a moment, she'd have to take off his shirt. She wouldn't soon forget what his body had done to her. She grumbled to herself, cursing herself for remembering such a time. Neela pulled the buttons on his tunic apart so fast that most popped off, flying in all directions. She leaned closer to examine his wound. He'd been stabbed. It looked deep, and at least a few days old. She wondered how anyone had gotten the better of this hulking human. Nickorad's body was the glint of perfection, stomached hard as steel, rippling biceps, and faster than a cat. Why hadn't he tended his wounds? She assumed the questions would be answered soon enough. A sigh escaped her lips as she lightly dapped the pond soaked cloth on his shoulder. The wound would have to be closed. She always carried needle and thread in her pack, having done her own stitches before. She grabbed them and some healing herbs and returned to Nickorad's side. It was going to be a long night. The sun was shinning brightly upon her face when Neela awoke. She didn't remember falling asleep. She quickly glanced around, where was Nick? Had he slipped out in the night while she slept? The splash in the pond drew her attention. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw his naked chest glistening wet in the sun. She bit her lip, shame on her. After what he did to her last time, she should just kill him now. Rage and lust filled her body, a bad combination. She thrust herself to her feet and cast a meaningful glare in his direction. Arms across her chest, she stood at the edge of the water. "Neela, so good to see you again my dear." Nickorad glanced down at his perfectly stitched shoulder. "Excellent work, your certainly have a nack for it." A grin splay across his face. Oh how she'd love to slap it off. She grind her teeth to keep from spewing all the vile things she wanted to say to him. "You want to explain what the hell is going on here?" "I was dirty and feeling much better, thought I'd blow the stink off myself." Nickorad knew it wasn't the answer she was looking for. He loved to get this woman's temper flaring, She was a spitfire when she got going and he loved that in her. He could almost see her face scalding with anger. "Explain yourself." Neela forced the words to come out in a calm manner, she wanted to scream, to throw herself at this man and beat him to a bloody pulp. How he infuriated her, how she lusted for him. With that thought she drew her sword. Nick's grin widened as he stepped closer to her, his body being revealed inch by glorious inch. The water dripped off his rippling muscles, his nude body tanned and hardened. He brought himself to the tip of her blade, at any second she could thrust it into his heart and it'd be done. About what he deserved he imagined. Neela's breath caught in her throat as she looked at him, trying to stay focused on his face. Nick raised his arm, brushing the sword aside as he stepped past. The look of shock on Neela's face was unmistakable. He gave a haughty laugh. "If you were going to kill me, you would have done it last night." He was right, if she had any intentions of harming him she had a perfect opportunity to do it already. Her heart wouldn't let her. She turned, sheathing her sword once again. He had quickly dressed and was examining the hole in his shirt, now stitched shut and clean of blood. "Nice." he stated. "So, are you going to tell me what happened?" "No." "Fine" her arms crossed against her chest once more. They both sat in silence as they ate hard tack from her saddle bags. She couldn't help but glare at him, a looked that didn't pass him by. They had come to a truce, he'd behave himself and she'd put away the blades. He moved closer to her side of the fire. He waited for her to move away, but she pretended to by engrossed in her eating. I'm not going to let this man get to me, after we eat, he'll be on his way she told herself. He was so close now she could feel the warmth from his body on her side, the smell of him drifting around her. It was almost mesmerizing. Her body tingled, being this close to him did strange things to her. She hated herself for it. As she brought another bite to her lips she realized his face was mere inches from hers. She glanced up at him, their gaze locking. "I'm sorry" the words dripped from his lips. "For what?" "For this." Before she had a chance to say anything else his lips hungrily grasped at hers, locking her in a deep kiss. She should push him away, but couldn't bring herself to do it. The realization finally hit her in that moment, the emptiness inside her was gone. It was shocking to her, she'd never needed anyone before, not like she needed this man. She'd cheated and thieved her way through life when she had to, never once considering love or a relationship. The kiss seemed to go on forever, stirring her emotions. When they broke apart Nick braced for her hand across his face, but it never came. A single tear streak down her face. She quickly got up and stood at the edge of the pond. Of all the reactions he expected from this hardened woman, this was the last. He stood behind her, wondering if he dared speak. He reached out and touched her arm. "Neela?" A sigh escaped her, her voice wavering with emotion. "For years I've been alone, I've never needed anyone..." she turned to face him "til now." He could see how torn she was in her eyes. She must be terrified, as was he. As she started to speak again he pressed his finger to her lips. "Shh." He replaced his finger with a soft kiss, his body embracing hers. The warmth of his body felt so good around her, almost relieving. She couldn't help it, she wanted him so badly. She wrapped herself around him, loosing herself in him. Their tender kiss turned to passion. Their hands roaming each others bodies. Nickorad stopped suddenly, pulling her away from him. She looked surprised, almost hurt. "Wait," he whispered. "I don't want you to do this. I'm not going to let you do something you'll regret." Her eyes searched his. She found a soft gentle look she hadn't noticed before. Did he feel the same? Did it matter? She wanted him now, she needed him to fill her soul. "I regret nothing." her words floated around them as she led them back to the fire. They kneel in front of each other on her bedroll. She reached for the buttons upon his shirt, slowly unbuttoning them, one by one, exposing his golden flesh beneath. His shirt quickly came off, having lost most of the buttons in her repair of his shoulder. She gently ran her fingertips over his healing wound. Nickorad's breath caught as she leaned in and brushed her lips over the trail her fingers had made. Her lips traveled up his shoulder, peppering his neck, searing up to his lips. His hands caressed up her arms, reaching for her shirt buttons. As her shirt fell apart, he broke their kiss, his hand having reached something between her breasts. They both glanced down at the key in his hand from the chain around her neck. The metal was warm from her body in his palm. A quizzical look came upon Nickorad's face. "I just couldn't let it go." He dropped the key and ripped the rest of her shirt from her body, his lips feathering her now naked shoulder. Her nails trail down his back as she enjoys the feelings he stirs within her. This was more than just a lusting, this was passion. She tucked her legs to the side as Nick lay her down upon her back. His kisses making their way down her shoulder. His warm hand cup her breast, gently flicking the pink rosy bud. Neela closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his lips upon her other breast, slowly tugging and nipping. Her breasts felt cold as he left them, trailing to the edge of her pants. He slid his hands down her hips, taking her pants with him. His hands made their way down to her toes, slipping her boots and pants off with one motion. She lay there before him, in her naked glory. His eyes drank her all in. "You are so beautiful." the words seemed to catch in his throat. Neela reached for the tie of his pants. With a simple tug they came loose, sliding from his hips. He stood, letting them pile at his feet, displaying his own nakedness. He was glorious standing there. He stood there for a moment as her eyes caressed his body. She raised her hand, beckoning him to her side. His rough hand took hers. She pulled him down, his body laying upon hers. She could feel his hardness pressing into her leg, he was as ready as she was. She pressed her body into his, but he wasn't giving in just yet. He resumed his position at her hips. His tongue searing a path from hip to hip. His hands spreading warmth across her body. When he reached her soft, supple mound, he paused a moment. She felt the warmth of his hands move to her thighs. She gave into him as he pressed her legs apart, exposing herself to him. She quickly lost her modesty as his lips pressed against her wetness. A low moan escaped her, his tongue flicked out and grazed her hard nub. Her hands reach down and hold his head in place as he tortured her body so well. His tongue swirled around and around her nub, darting in and out of her now dripping nest. A small passionate scream escaped her lips as she felt his hand below his chin. Oh what he did to her. His fingers match the rhythm of his tongue. Her body let loose a shutter of ecstasy as he brought a finger tip up to circle her hot entrance. She ached for him, she wanted all of him and she wanted it now. But he still wasn't giving in. He was enjoy himself, burring himself in her body, the sweet smell of her, the way she tasted. He sucked in on her nub as he thrust his finger deep inside her body. His body quickly became even more ridged as he felt how hot and tight she was. Neela squirmed beneath him as his lips and fingers went in and out of her body. Before she knew what was happening, she felt the first wave of pleasure over take her. She thrust her body against his hand, pressing him in deeper. Her hands bury in his hair, as if hanging on. Her low moans turned into a primal groan as her body jerked with pleasure. She came with a loud screech, echoing across the plains. It was minutes later before she came to her senses again. Her eyes locked with his as he brought himself back to her side. Her lips met his, she could taste her body upon them. It only heightened her passion, her hand trailing to his hip. His muscles rippled beneath the touch of her soft hand. His body was hot to her feel. She reached her hand down, trailing to his taunt stomach, dipping lower still. She grazed her fingers through the curls, finding the hardness nestled there. With a quick grasp she gave him a hardened squeeze. A forced breath escaped him with pleasure. Neela inched herself down till she was gazing at his magnificent manhood. Gently her lips nipped at his tip, listening to his enjoyment as her teeth grazed him. Her hot tongue flicked out, torturing and swirling around him. Ever so slowly she took him full into her mouth. Nickorad's hand reach down to caress her head. His breath quickened as she pressed her lips together, she could feel him getting even harder within her mouth's searing confines. A cold breeze washed over him as she released him, only to warm him again as she dipped back down. Over and over again she took him in, using her tongue in wicked ways. Her hands stroked down his hips and legs, nails drawn like a cat. His body shuddered beneath her. Neela released him and drew herself up once more to lay at his side. "Wild cat" he whispered in her ear as he rolled her to her back. With a wicked smile she gave him a low purr, sending his lust to new heights. His wants became needs as he embraced her beneath him. Her head tossed back, her silver hair pillowing her. She could feel his steel hard manhood pressing against her. He looked deep into her eyes, as if asking a question that was unspoken. Her body was on fire with desire for this man. Him and him alone. As she gazed sincerely back at him, seeing her own reflection in his eyes depths, realizing this wasn't just about satisfying a sexual desire anymore. It had gone farther, so much farther. "I love you." It took Neela a moment to realize the words had come from her own lips. Her look of shock mirrored the one on Nickorad's face. She searched his eyes once more, it was the time of truth. He said not a word, but his body said it for him. He gently reached up and caressed her cheek where a single tear had lain. His lips met hers, a kiss so passionate the world around them disappeared. With a quick thrust they both gasp as he entered her body. Her tight, hot folds enveloped him, taking him deep within her. Her nails dug into his broad shoulders. His hips started a rhythm, in and out of her supple body. She squeezed him within her, milking his hardness. Their bodies became one, moving in time together. In and out of her, he tortured. Each time pressing deeper within her, bringing her to knew heights she didn't know existed. She grasp onto him, her hands cupping his against his hips. He leaned down sending kisses across her shoulders, his arms holding him above her body. "Ride me." he whispered in her ear. "I want you to bury me deep inside you." She was reluctant to let him go, but he rolled away from her onto his back. The cold breeze rushed between them. Her rosy nipples stood erect from the chill. She tossed her leg over him, straddling him from above. She brought her hands down on either side of his head, her body on all fours above him. His manhood jutted up from his curls, now glistening wet from her juices, mere inches from the warm folds of her body. A teasing grin splayed her face. A twinkle in her eye told Nick he might be sorry he asked for this. He grinned back at her as she lowered her hips slowly down. Warmth spread through him as he felt her body come closer, his tip on the verge of penetrating her body. "You are a tease" he moaned to her. "Why, cuz I do this?" With that she lowered her body down farther, taking just over the tip of him inside her. He pressed his hips up, begging for more, but she wasn't giving. Neela quickly jerked her body back up, almost taking him completely out of her warmth. She noticed his moan of disappointment as she did so. He reached down, resting his hands upon her hips. With a mighty thrust he brought his hands down to meet his hips. His thick rod thrust inside her. She groaned with pleasure. "Cheater..." she whispered through her ecstasy. She rocked her body back and forth upon his. His cock moving in and out of her body, rubbing her most sensitive places. His hands guided her hips upon his body directing them into rhythm. She sat up upon him, gasping as his body reach so far inside her she thought she'd explode from the feeling alone. Her hands lay across his chest, flicking his nipples as she rose her hips up and back down. The cold air rushed between them, freezing their wet flesh, only to be warmed again as her hips met his. The sensation proved to be too much. Neela threw herself back down upon his chest as her body started to shake. Her mind seemed to float away as her body was racked with wave after wave of pleasure. A scream worked its was from deep in her chest, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Nickorad's hips jerked under her, forcing himself deeper, deeper, slamming into the very insides of her hot box. Her spasms of orgasm squeezed him tighter than ever before. He couldn't stop himself from holding back any longer. As Neela felt his hot seed fill her body and could no long squelch back her scream of ecstasy.