1 comments/ 10553 views/ 5 favorites A Tale From The World Of Livia By: heartwarming This is a fictional story set in the world of Livia. The story has parts involving a 10 year old kid but do not stop reading in fear. This is not child erotica by any stretch of the imagination. Marshal sat behind the beach holding his knees together and pulling his legs toward him keeping his feet planted on the soft soil. It had been awhile since he visited here. He meditated here when he was a small boy. His parents had warned him to avoid this area but it was so peaceful. He always let his mind drift as he entered a state of peace and tranquility with the world. His eyes gazed over the large lake that stretched into the horizon. He smiled softly to himself thinking that at this moment he had it all. He relaxed his mind absorbing the sounds of the tide. His mind was at ease and he could feel the flow of the world's mana around him. He smiled again. No one in this busy world seemed to comprehend the beauty of such "trivial" things such as air and water and how wonderful they could be. He remembered when he was a little boy. He only had one friend in the whole world and it was a young sorceress who lived in the nearby forest, not more than 100 yards from where he sat. That was probably the reason his parents were uneasy about this beach. Sorceress tribes mostly lived secluded in forests such as this one and kept out of society's reach. More importantly, they didn't play by society's rules. Human nations wanted to cut into their land for lumber. Whether these nations wanted to pay for it or take it by force it still insulted the Sorceress tribes who wanted nothing more than to live in peace and hated having that peace disturbed. That wasn't the only source of tension between Sorceress and non-Sorceress folk. Sorceresses lived secluded from the rest of society. That is true. However, that didn't mean the magical ladies didn't get out once in awhile. They may be conservative in their own way, but that didn't mean they would never fraternize with men (or women) in a local town or city. It wasn't just about fraternization either. These women had an adventurous side as well. They wanted to see the world, see what the rest of their race as well as other races had been doing over the last year, to see human nature, non-human nature, Mother Nature, and supernatural nature. It's great these women adventured into the world but again, they didn't 100% comply with society's laws. Yet again, hey who does? However, the Sorceress tribes have made themselves separate from the human nations, an entity of their own and therefore, were open to discrimination. When a man came home late one night without a penis because he got on the bad side of a Sorceress, sometimes this led to hundreds of torches being lit simultaneously by angry mobs to march into the forest seeking revenge for the poor poor man. Every time these mobs when come back, scared out of their skulls with their fear greatly outweighing their anger. What they were scared of changed every time they dared come back. Isabel was one of those mystifying Sorceresses. One day about 19 years ago she also was venturing a little way from her home just trying to bring her mind some peace when she spotted a young boy relaxing himself and enjoying the sound of the lake and the wind. He hadn't spotted her yet. He seemed really focused. She took a few paces to the side to stay out of his peripheral view so she could analyze him but more importantly not scare him. It was weird to see anyone close to her forest, let alone a small child. People in this area were quite scared of her and her kind. She felt the mana around her and used her mind to analyze the child. He was 10. She could feel his emotions. He was very calm, but also really lonely. He had burdens that he didn't want to share with anyone in fear of giving others burdens of their own. She could tell in a matter of seconds just how strong he was personally, very sure of himself and defiant, but also incredibly sensitive. The most interesting thing is that he too, was a user of magic, a young mage. He wasn't old enough though to feel her scan him or feel her presence altogether and this delighted her. She loved knowing this boy's secrets. She knew she liked him before she even said hello to him. He was different than other boys and men. His mind was so different. It was complicated and yet simple and she enjoyed it. If she wanted to, she could relive the boys' life in a matter of days if she cast a spell to witness his memories but that would take the fun out of it. She knew enough to know he was different. This made her smile to herself in personal satisfaction. Isabel was 17 at the time. She had already grown into an incredibly intelligent woman however she also had a dark side to her. She like a lot of other sorceresses was manipulative and her manipulative side was her strong suit. After all Sorceresses specialize in charm and time magic and at her young age she had already become very proficient at it. Sure, she had her soft side, but she concealed it well as she was trained to do at a young age. She was what every sorceress mother dreamed of in a daughter, except for maybe a little too much confidence and curiosity. This curiosity is what made her approach little Marshal at the beach. "Afternoon, young fellow." She spoke softly to the boy who was simply wearing a blue shirt and gray cloth pants. He didn't have his cloak or weapon with him so she knew he couldn't have lived that far away. Marshal was a little startled but got to his feet to greet his visitor. "Oh, hello. Are you from around here? I've never seen you before." He greeted her very politely for a young man. She foresaw he would but it still surprised her a little. People can foresee a lot of things, magic users can especially, but it's still another thing to experience things first-hand. Marshal honestly didn't know who she was, but he realized the answer the moment he asked. She was a sorceress as his parents have feared him meeting by coming to this beach. Fear engulfed him from within and he wasn't really sure what to do. He had no weapon even if he did feebly try to defend himself. Isabel smiled down at him. She was 5'6, had long wavy brown hair, very dark brown eyes, and had a very pretty face to go along with her slender figure. She was a dream for most men with her slender figure as well as her nicely shaped breasts (about a 36c in our world) except for the fact that her skin was very close to a snowy white. That's what happens to those who dwell with certain kinds of magic and living in the forest that blocked the sun's light didn't help either. Some sorceresses got out of the forest just for the reason of sunlight to help the situation. Isabel wasn't one of them. Sunburn meant pain. Marshal being only 10 years old was dwarfed in her presence. He was short, only 4'0 but had dark eyes of his own (although not as dark a brown) to counter hers. His hair was also brown but cut real short. His skin was also light colored but not as pale. He too dwelled in arts that would later pale his skin though. Even though Marshal was only 10, he realized how beautiful the girl was and this moment was one of the most intimidating moments he ever had in his life. She stood there in her black dress and cloak holding her staff in her right hand staring down at him. He got lost in her eyes as he stared into them, knowing she was analyzing him. Little did he know she was also using her magical abilities to feel his mind. "I live around here, yes." She answered matter-of-factly. "May I sit with you, young man?" she asked politely. Marshal didn't appreciate being called a "young man" as if she were his mother but happily complied. The two didn't say anything for awhile as they sat and just enjoyed the scenery of the lake. Marshal was a little nervous but then a light bulb went off in his head as he remembered his training. He was told to sometimes use opportunities like this to analyze the other's mind with his own. He felt the flow of mana around him and tried to analyze this stranger. Isabel already feeling his brain had to stop herself from chuckling at this attempt. She quickly countered his attempt and sealed her mind from his senses. Marshal gave her a look like she just spotted him looking at her breasts. A very shy "I didn't do it" look. She smiled at him. He felt he was being absorbed into her steady gaze. "Why are you trying to feel my mind, young one?" she asked patiently. "Just curious. Sorry." He flushed. "Before I let you do any mind reading, you will at the very least have to give me your name." "Sorry!" he felt impolite once again, "I'm Marshal." "Hello, Marshal." She smiled at him, "My name is Isabel." "Nice to meet you." He returned her smile but quickly gazed back to the lake fearing he would lose himself in her eyes again. He did fear her after all; he was young and still maturing but knew enough that she was a sorceress. "Yes. I am a sorceress. However, I won't hurt you." She said calmly, hoping to calm him as well. Marshal couldn't really figure what to say other than to calmly utter, "…ok." "Do you come here often?" she finally tried to converse with him. "Yeah, I try to." He said this honestly but what he didn't say is he probably wouldn't come here again. The last thing he needed in his already young and battle filled life was to worry about a sorceress cursing him. Yes, Marshal was unfortunate at a young age to be used to fight. He was already a hero in his young age for his contribution in the undead wars but that's another story. She smiled gazing at the sea. "Please don't fear me, Marshal. I just want to enjoy this place as you do." This surprised him. He all the sudden did feel calm and for some reason, happy. He felt connected to this girl. He couldn't use his magical senses but enjoyed her calm demeanor. Even though his mind was on the defensive, her mere plea for him to not fear was enough to steady him. He smiled softly gazing at the lake, hoping she wouldn't see it as it was a smile to himself. "Well, that's not all I want, Marshal. You're a very interesting boy, you know that? I could tell as I approached you." Marshal knew she could feel his mind and she probably easily found out he was a war hero. He enjoyed the recognition from everyone but hoped that others would like him for the person he was. "Thanks," he said shyly, "What I did in the war wasn't that great…" "..It was great, but that's not what I'm talking about. You're different." She said kind of curtly. Marshal didn't know how to respond to her. "He" was different? What about her? What did this girl want? "I want to know about you, young one. Tell me about yourself…" Marshal thought Isabel had something up her sleeve but he was only half right. She really did want to know about him. It's not everyday Isabel got to meet a male and have an interesting chat with them. They mostly just wanted to jump her bones (and some even physically attempted to do so, something involving fire usually occurred afterwards). She knew he was too young for that but even if he was of age, probably still wouldn't. Marshal hesitated, "Well…what do you want to know?" "Tell me what's troubling you." She answered. Marshal kind of was thinking defensively seeing as a complete stranger wanted to know about his secrets, but at the same time, he was drying to tell someone how he felt about the war, himself, and the life everyone else wants him to lead. It's not like this sorceress would tell everyone in the neighborhood, right? He looked into her eyes. He felt warmed by them. He felt that moment really helpless. She could have asked him to cut himself and he would have done it just to make her happy. He began….and the two of them talked until the sun came down. Marshal was so happy to really talk to someone. He never met anyone like her in his entire life. Everyday after his studies he came to the beach in order to talk to his new best friend. Isabel, believe it or not felt the same way. It wasn't everyday a sorceress met someone outside of the tribe and had a real conversation with them either. Isabel knew and could feel how powerful he was, but it wasn't just his magical abilities. She couldn't put a finger on it but he was…different. As much as Marshal may have feared her in the beginning of their relationship, she became his best friend and continued to be for the next two years. Isabel honestly felt the same way. It may have been pathetic for a 12 year old to be a 19 year old's best friend and Isabel would never have admitted to it, but he was. It didn't take long for Marshal to inquire about her life and her stories. Isabel may have been tight-lipped about it at first, but eventually gave in to him, also needing someone to talk to. That's why there was always a place for him in her heart. Unfortunately for both of them, Marshal's parents were killed in a fire one night. All Marshal wanted was to share his grief with Isabel but authorities took him away and sent him to live with his aunt and uncle until he was 18. Up until that point and after he was being sent all over the world on missions and even when he had the opportunity to visit his hometown, he wasn't brave enough to visit Isabel. He thought he might have loved her, but there's no way she could have felt the same. He was just a boy. Wouldn't she think he was pathetic for wanting to come back and see her? "Hey, remember me? The little boy that made you listen to all his misery and childish crap!? Well that's me! Let's hang out…" Marshal debated with himself again and again, and soon Isabel became a memory as he aged and he started his own living as a warlock. He had his small share of relationships but once in awhile he'd think back to the sorceress that was his dear friend. Marshal now was back at the same lake, 29, still young and even though he was a warlock, a very proficient user of tactical magic as well as dark magic, he couldn't fully remember the times with Isabel back here at this lake. He just knew they occurred. Isabel probably was somewhere else right now. Sure she was a sorceress and probably kept to herself in the forest with the others but with his luck she probably married some amazing guy that swept her off her feet. But he was here now, and was happy with just like in the old days, enjoying the scenery. Why am I moaning to myself? He thought. The problems in the world had subsided for now. He should be at peace, and he was. Still, every man, even those as conservative as Marshal was needed love. He spent his entire hormonal life personally defying himself and containing his need, as he knew it clouded his mind, but once in awhile his desires won. Marshal was a real gentleman. He did his best to never let his desires dictate his actions. He internally defied his desires and did his best to act on his brain and his heart when he interacted with women. "Afternoon, young one." Marshal couldn't believe it. He was beyond shock but he did his best to keep his composure as he rose to his feet and faced his visitor whom was wearing the same kind of clothes she did when she was 17 along with her staff. This time Marshal was also dressed in black, black shirt, cloth pants, leather boots, leather gloves, and a black cloak. This was a typical outfit for warlocks. This time though, he towered over her. He was 6'0, a little muscular, his dark eyes focusing on hers, and was now just as pale. Working with dark magic had now had the same effect as charm and time magic did with Isabel. He returned her gaze and towered her, but she was still the intimidating one. Her eyes seem to gaze into his soul. She was 36 now, but still beautiful. In fact, Marshal thought she aged into a more wonderful woman than she was before. She was a little fuller now. Her breasts would be about a 38D by earth measures and her butt and hips had filled a little bit too. She also had a little tummy but wasn't fat by any stretch of the imagination. Her face was starting to age but that actually made her look more intelligent and beautiful. After all, she was more intelligent in her older age and in Marshal's opinion, more beautiful than he remembered. Marshal was a strong man usually with women. They didn't intimidate him but Isabel did. He tried to speak but Isabel just smiled at him quickly put her gloved finger to his lips, "quiet for now, young one." She wanted to stifle her laugh but she couldn't help but giggle a little just as she did when she was 17. He was really cute. She could feel his mind, and although Marshal could detect her doing so now, he let her. She could see everything he has been through and everything of a man he became. She was so happy. He was still the same. "I'm sorry I never came back, Isabel." "Me too, young one. But, I understand why. I never looked for you either." "Still calling me young one, huh?" Marshal joked. "Do you not like me calling you that?" she looked in his eyes. "No, it's quite alright. It's nice someone thinks I'm young." He smiled. Isabel smiled at him, but tried not to make it too sweet. She didn't want him to think she was an easy target. She knew how Marshal was feeling by searching him with her mind. Marshal tried to do the same but as always she sealed off her mind from him. Marshal could have tried to overpower her spell with his own, but out of respect he didn't. Marshal had never been so happy in his life. He never thought he would ever see Isabel again but here she was. This sorceress that was his best friend. He was a man now, however, and had his desires, but he always fought his desires in order to be respectful, and Isabel was no exception. In fact, if there was one impression that Isabel left him with as a boy, it was that he really respected her. If she was upset with something he said, he shut up, took it back, and thought about what he said. It didn't take Isabel long to find out that he didn't turn into the typical man she feared he would. He was really strong as she had felt when she was 17, but his sensitivity was such so that he never objectified women. She could feel him holding back his tension. She appreciated it. Isabel sat down and motioned Marshal to sit next to her, just like in the old days. "Ok….Marshal. Since it would take years for us to catch up on our lives, I will let you read my mind as I read yours. Let's quickly catch up on the jest of what has happened." She softly requested of him. Marshal thought this was forward, but this was how he remembered her being. She always knew what she wanted. Marshal for the first time felt Isabel's mind. He could feel her emotions and they were just as he suspected they would be when he was little, she did have a dark aura about her and she was manipulative but yet…there was a love about her that was very rich and powerful. This love is what made her really sad. It made her sad because she had no means to offer it. It was useless, useless energy that she begged everyday to let loose but she never could. No man ever felt the same way about her. Sure, she had her sexcapades, but nothing real. Her life was peaceful, but…sad. To Marshal's surprise she fought against the Ralurian army back when he was. She had her adventures as did he back in the warring days. What made her dark and manipulative is that during these sexcapades she could use her natural charm as well as her magic to make men do whatever she pleased and she even to "sort out" a few men that came on a little too strong to say the least. She was a woman that was not to be crossed and was feared because of her sly way of "sorting out" people, but no one ever noticed how wonderful she truly was. Isabel could feel the same about Marshal; he was happy, at peace, yet sad. He had his adventures and his relationships, but never had a real woman who could appreciate who he was. A Tale From The World Of Livia They released themselves from each other's mind and just stared into each other's eyes. Isabel's eyes were magnetic, piercing his heart. "Am I horrible…young one?" she asked, tears forming in her eyes knowing that Marshal saw the horrible deeds she had done. Deeds that gave Sorceresses the bad name attributed by most in human nations. Marshal knew what she was really like. He didn't have to search her mind to do it. Memories of his childhood were racing back to him, and he knew the kind of person she was. All Marshal could see now was a woman begging for someone to really notice her. By notice, noticing something other than her breasts. For the first time, Marshal held her in his arms. He didn't care that she was a sorceress anymore. In fact that made him like her even more, and "like" in his mind was quickly becoming too light a word. "You're not horrible." He whispered in her ear. …."Am I?" he whispered and it was his turn to feel a little insecure. He too was a magic user that had frequently used his skill in an offensive manner. It was his job to do so, but that still didn't make it necessarily right. She replied with a simple, "No." Even though he was wearing a shirt and a cloak to cover his back he could feel how cold her hands were as she caressed his back firmly. Her hands were soft but like ice. He shivered a little and gave out soft gasps he hoped she couldn't hear but he enjoyed it. Her cold hands excited him. Isabel cried softly. Her tears slowly slipping from her eyes. Marshal didn't need to ask why she was crying. This was a simple giant wave of emotion from a whole life of hardship. This hardship primarily being two things: war. The other, lovelessness. The latter being much greater. That moment, Marshal was in love with her. He knew this rush of emotion was due to her confidence in him, that he would honor her feelings and care for her, that he would be the one to respect her and love her. He never wanted to break her embrace. Her hands simply touching him were enough to give him a raging hard-on but he did his best to block any feeling of sexuality. He loved this woman. Marshal had the pleasure of meeting some great people on his adventures, some he would come to call best friends, but….this was the happiest moment of his life. Marshal was finally reunited with his true best friend. He broke the embrace. The only reason he did was to wipe the tears from her eyes. He reached his hand to touch her face but realized his gloves were still on. This didn't happen often but he removed his gloves. It was hard to take them off. Most mages used staves or wands to channel their magic power through but Marshal used his gloves. He always had them on so he would feel safe, but as Isabel gazed at him, his fears melted away…he lived in a new world now…theirs. She broke the mushy moment with her sly smile. "You really understand, don't you?" Marshal had a sly smile of his own, "oh I'm just another warlock….I can feel your thoughts." "It's one thing to feel another's thoughts. It's another to actually understand them…." Marshal was flattered by this. This was probably the nicest thing she ever said. She wasn't much for kind words but he wasn't fooled. However, he was speechless. All he could do was look into those eyes. They were in a weak and pleading state which he had never seen, but they were still powerful and beautiful. He felt her search his soul every inch. It was so comforting. He was falling for this sorceress. He was falling in love with a creature that most didn't understand or want to understand. Marshal knew she was a person like any other though, and he wanting nothing more than to be there with her. Every ideal he ever fought for, every battle he ever fought, he fought with defiance, to fight for what he believed in, but he never had the same will he did now. "It's about time I got to know you. You always wanted to hear about my life…" "Well. I couldn't let a small boy know everything about a powerful woman such as I..." she smiled arrogantly. "Now…now young one, I will let you know everything about me. I had the pleasure of meeting you when you were a child, and you were my dearest of friends. I treasured you more than you knew, but now Livia has brought us together again and you are the man I envisioned you becoming…" Marshal blushed. "…How could you possibly know what I would become?" Isabel arrogantly retorted. "I'm very powerful, and I knew what I wanted even then. I hoped that you would remember me as you aged and so you have to my greatest delight. Does my power scare you?" It was Marshal's turn to be confident. "Hehe…no. I respect your power, but I do not fear it." Isabel broke from their embrace. "Hmm, pity, you really don't know what you're dealing with." Marshal stood up, "Neither do you…." Marshal had a split second to realize that Isabel was going to attack. She did a backflip and landed squarely on her feet about 50 yards away. Marshal grinned and picked up his glove tightening it on his fingers but pulling it against his wrist. He taunted her with his right-hand to attack. Isabel drew her staff that had lain on the ground where the couple embraced a moment ago and in an instant the staff was in her hands and began firing spells at her lover. He merely deflected them with his hand. Fireballs shot out of her staff but each one Marshal would just knock away and kept circling Isabel staying on his toes. "Very good, young one. Now try this on for size…" Marshal knew a powerful spell was coming. What it was he did not know but it was a spell he was not familiar with, meaning this wasn't going to be another fireball or any other elemental spell. Out of arrogance, as Isabel closed her eyes and focused her power by drawing mana from the air instead of firing a quick spell to stun her he decided he would use his experience in hand-to-hand combat that he learned growing up to give her a kick to the stomach. He used a monk warping technique to speed his movement; his foot was about half a second away when he was knocked out of midair and on his ass. "Hmph. Thought you could humiliate me with that move?" She looked down at Marshal sternly. Marshal felt weird he was ready to retort but he realized he couldn't. He could not move. He felt connected to his body but he couldn’t use it. Once Isabel knew he realized she smiled at him. Isabel made a slight movement with her right hand and Marshal instantly slapped himself hard. Marshal wish he could cry out in pain, tell Isabel "I give up!" but he couldn't. His every muscle was now controlled. He instantly rose to his feet. Then he began running around in a mad frenzy then stopped to do some dance moves. He couldn't even make embarrassing faces to show how he felt about all this. He could only feel embarrassed on the inside. Finally he started running full speed at Isabel. His mind filled with worry knowing he was going too fast and would ram into her and tackle her, but how could that be? Why would Isabel want that? But as soon as he questioned her he stopped instantly about half an inch from her face. All she did was look him in the eyes. "Does my power scare you now?" Marshal regained control but submittingly said, "...yes." Through all his adventures he never encountered a sorceress in his battles. He's glad now he never did. "Good." She seemed really pleased by this, "and don't worry, I would never really hurt you…" She winked as she started walking away. "Where are you going?" He asked running up to her. "My favorite spot..." she grabbed his hand firmly and led him to a slightly crooked tree right near the beach. "This was another spot I used to go to after you had been gone for awhile." "Sit with me." She ordered softly dragging him down with her. Marshal sat with her obediently still kind of shook up from her last spell. She giggled, "...you ok?" "Yes. Yes…I'm fine." Marshal feigned annoyance to make her feel bad. She reached out her hand and grabbed his. Her hand was ice-cold but when Marshal reacted it was more of a quiver. She lifted his chin so he was looking into her eyes. "Don't fear me, love. As much as I may joke with you or as arrogant as I may seem, please never fear me. You know, I am not completely innocent, and I don't mean all the counts of magical assault I may have under my belt. I mean with you." Marshal began to speak trying to correct her… Isabel put a finger to his lips and Marshal complied. Normally he would be offended by this, but if she did it he remembered there always a greater purpose. "I saw you at this beach when you were 10. It took me only minutes to know who you were and the kind of man you would turn out to be. I talked to you because I wanted you to remember me, to come back to me when the time was right and so you have but do not misunderstand, I valued your friendship more than you knew." Marshal knew she expected him to be upset. He did feel kind of manipulated but. Flattered. "So basically, you really liked me and you wanted to insure that I'd be yours in the future. So you thought I was special….could you foresee anything else? My life? All the stuff I had to go through?? Couldn't you tell me what would happen??" Marshall looked at his last 19 years. It's a wonder he's still alive. How could she just "know" he would be sitting there with her now? The "man" he would turn out to be?? How could she know? Isabel looked at him sternly, demanding attention, but as always her speech was soft. "Easy now, Marshal. I didn't know how your life would unfold. If I knew I probably would have kidnapped you and made you live with me until the war blew over. I knew you though. I could feel your heart. I could have cast a powerful charm on you to make you my man forever but that would not be nearly as special as you coming here out of your freewill. I knew you would turn into you because you are the way you are. When you came back I wanted you to remember me…as the girl who comforted you, sorceress or not." Marshal didn't know what to say…all he could do was stare in slight disbelief. He couldn't hold his desire back much longer as he drew Isabel closer to him and kissed her on the mouth. Isabel didn't hesitate. She parted his lips with her tongue to find his as they held each other tightly and their tongues slowly massaged the other. The kiss finally broke. It broke for air more than any other reason. The two just innocently smiled at each other. Marshal broke the silence. "You know this isn't fair, you proclaiming to have thought I was special, how you wanted me for your own, blah blah blah. You were always there for me. I had no one to talk to but you. You were good to me. I don't care if you have ulterior motives or not. I searched the world, Isabel. I looked for someone else like you. She doesn't exist. I won't accept the fact that I was destined to come here. I am here today because I have never met anyone as sincere as you. I remember how quiet you were. I remember how much you hate men. But I remember how sad you were that no one cared about you, that no man could ever love you. I saw who YOU were. Give me some credit…." Isabel didn't say anything she just dove on top of him, and continued a kiss that seemed to last forever. Their tongues were meshed together what seemed like eternity and yet when it broke, only seemed to last a second. Marshal caressed her back while another played with her long hair. The two of them didn't really care to be seen at this point. They could have stopped to cast an invisibility spell over the area but that would take too much time. As Isabel broke the kiss she smiled down at Marshal innocently. "Right here, sweetheart?" "I can't wait anymore, love." "Either can I. We have the rest of our lives ahead of us but for now I need you inside me…" Marshal had never heard that line uttered to him in as sexy as a way as he heard it now. The words alone had to make him close his eyes and take a deep breath. Isabel grinned and with a wave of her hand their clothes were off. Marshal giggled a little. Isabel winked at him. "Slowly, lover. And don't you dare pull out of me..." Marshal nodded. But right now he couldn't focus his gaze off of Isabel's breasts. They were nice and full, and milky white. Isabel caught him and he gave the same look he did when he was a kid trying to sneak into her brain. She smiled as shifted up so her nipples were right over his mouth. "Suck them, lover." Marshal decided to be gentle and softly squeezed her big breasts in his hands. His hands exploring them. She moaned softly as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. First he swirled his tongue around her nipple, would quickly flick it with his tongue, and then suck it tenderly in his mouth. She gently scratched and caressed his hair, urging him to keep pleasing her, enjoying it. She then shifted her other breast into his mouth as he sucked it in tenderly. He couldn't believe it was happening. Marshal had his relationships during his life but they never compared to the bond he formed with this sorceress when he was a little boy. Isabel had her dark side to her, but he knew that if you were smart, you could see and feel the tenderest love this world had to offer. Marshal smiled on the inside knowing how lucky he was meeting the most wonderful woman in the world… Isabel smiled as she took her breast out of his mouth. She reached to feel his very hard prick. That prick had been rock hard ever since they began kissing. Just before the grand moment, right before she lowered himself onto him, it was those eyes, those deep eyes that Marshal couldn't avoid…and couldn't help utter, "you're really beautiful." Isabel had heard this many times from many men, but knew that this was a deeper meaning. As she always knew about him, he was very sincere. His words meant something. His actions meant something. There were very few things artificial about him, and she couldn't help but release him, lean over to his ear and whisper the sweetest thing she ever said to any other human being, "I hope I'm beautiful enough for the most wonderful man in the world…" Marshal was stunned once again, and quickly tried to tell her that it was nonsense, he was really not great. He might have been nice at times but… Once again, Isabel put a finger on his lips and her eyes stared at him in a demanding fashion. Marshal closed his eyes and felt himself enter her. They both shuddered at the feeling. She felt amazing. Wanting to make it last, Isabel made sure to ride him very slowly but with full strokes. She made sure to lean over once in awhile so they could kiss as Marshal thrust up into her. When they finished their first lovemaking. They both laid their naked and watched the sun fall into the purple horizon.