3 comments/ 15486 views/ 1 favorites The Raven and the Tower Ch. 02 By: ElvenAngel Darkness all around her, sable velvet surrounding, smothering suffocating. Panic welled up and overflowed inside her until the pounding of her heart seemed to echo off the gloom around her reverberating in her head. Automatically she reached for the collar about her neck but it was gone. It was familiar. Locked inside the collar she knew who to fear and where to hide but free danger was unknown and more chilling. Frantic she felt the darkness around her searching for something to anchor herself with. There was nothing but the uneven stone floor beneath her feet that seemed to leach the heat from her body leaving her cold and shivering. The dream began to shatter around her, darkness fracturing around her, cracks of gold and silver reaching into the nothingness of her subconscious. Brilliant light as isolating as the darkness pierced her eyes blinding her. Sound overwhelmed the silence deafening her till she wanted to clap her hands to her ears and scream but she could not move held frozen by the air around her. The harsh crash of metal on metal rang in her ears, the pounding of feet and the sounds of man locked in mortal combat with man surrounded her and she knew soon someone would die bleeding and hurting. Knowledge of that certainty filled her but the light still blinded her and she could not see to predict who would die and who would live. Voices rang from the light; voices she recognised shouted curses, threats and grunts. She cringed as her brother shouted his defiance and screamed as she recognised Raven's voice raised in anger and tempered with exhaustion. Her own screams woke her and the dream broke around her. She awoke struggling against the binding of her bedding that had wound itself around her legs and tortured itself into manacles that held her fast even as she fought against them with a panicked awareness of urgency held over from the dream. Cold sweat bathed her body making her shiver as she struggled against the terror that gripped her. Gradually she calmed enough to realise she was awake and safe. Clearing the dream from her mind she freed herself from the tangled sheets. Rising she walked to the balcony door and flung them open letting in the cold morning air revelling in it as it bathed her in cool reality. Stepping out on to the balcony she looked over the gardens of the Ravenscroft estate that stretched before her. Mist clung stubbornly to the plants and shrubs lying low over the ground, shrouding the garden in magic and mystery. As always when she looked over the garden she smiled. The view was so different from the view from the tower. The sculpted, manicured gardens were such a far cry from the wild woods that had surrounded her tower that looking out over them was enough to fill her with the certainty that she was free of her brother. Free of the every day fear that today would be the day he came to see her and demand her visions. Visions that were wrenched painfully from her forced by the geas that had bound her as securely as the collar that wrapped around her throat, the physical anchor of the spell. A different fear filled her now, fear that he would find her and kill her. For three mornings she had awoken screaming fighting nightmares from of darkness and violence. If her Sight had not been shattered with her virginity, she would have called them visions but her sight was gone. Irrevocably. A commotion in her rooms had her turning away from the gardens "My Lord, you can not! The Lady has not yet risen, 'tis not proper" "Propriety be damned" Branwyn was surprised to hear Lord Ravenscroft growl at her distressed maid in the outer room of her chambers. In the weeks since he had brought her to the city he had never set foot in the chambers he had given to her. Indeed her had avoided being alone with her and had treated her with a distant courtesy in the company of others. The pain of his withdrawal had pierced her after he had shared the ultimate intimacy with her in the tower and freed her from her brother's cruelty. Alone in her chambers as she prepared for bed she would fantasise about his hands on her touching and caressing her making her feel the heat of desire as he had once in the tower before he had brought her to civilisation. Sometimes her need for him rose to such heights that she would have gladly returned to the tower if it meant he would make her his again. To make her feel like that again, wanted, desirable, mmm, she indulged herself in remembering for a brief moment. She remembered his tenderness and desire emotions that had been foreign to here since her parents died. She remembered the tight knot of heat that had built and exploded within her. Most of all she remembered the feeling of being connected, the feeling of belonging and being wanted. Her brother had told her time and time again that without her Sight no one would want her. That thought tortured her in the small hours of the night, before she fell asleep, the thought that Raven no-longer wanted her because she lost her gift. The sound of her bedroom doors slamming open startled her out of her reverie. Surprised she looked up and saw Raven step inside and scan the room looking for her. He visibly relaxed when he saw her standing by the balcony door. He stepped into the room trailing her maid, Vanessa who was frantically trying to stop him entering her bed chamber without being disrespectful. Branwyn smiled at the picture they made. Vanessa looked like a small drab bird fluttering around a stallion. "My Lord, to what do I owe this intrusion?" "I need to speak to you" Raven said gruffly. "Vanessa," she addressed the maid "Pleas seat Lord Ravenscroft in the sitting room and have some breakfast brought up while I make my self presentable." She had spent the last 4 weeks frantically learning about polite society and social acceptance. "I think we shall eat on the balcony since it is such a beautiful morning!" "Yes my Lady." Branwyn smiled at Raven and gestured him to follow her maid her face serene as she tried frantically to remember where she had put her overdress or robe that she could quickly slip on over her nightgown. Raven took a seat in the small sitting room and swallowed to ease his dry throat. Seeing his Little Raven silhouetted by the morning sunlight had made his blood boil. The light had filtered through the thin cotton of her night dress and bathed the outline of her body in a halo of mist and gold. Just thinking about it made his arousal pres painfully against his leather breaches. Ruefully he shifted so that his erection would be less obvious knowing that there was nothing to wilt his desire. Branwyn's mere presence was enough to make his body throb and his cock rise to attention. He also knew it would be dishonourable to take her to make her submit to his desires again when all she felt for him was misplaced gratitude for her rescue. His honour still stung at how he had taken her in the Tower when she was unaware of herself. Branwyn's entrance into the room stalled his thoughts as the blood drained from his brain. "My Lord, Thank you for being patient I had only just risen from my bed." He cursed inwardly as her innocent phrase filled his mind with images of his Little Raven spread out on her bed, his for the taking, submitting to his every desire. "Please forgive my intrusion but I have received disturbing news that I thought you should hear." "Of course My Lord, how could I not forgive my host anything he wanted?" She smiled wryly at the thought of the variety of things she wanted him to do to her that would require forgiveness according to society. "But please let us wait for food. I have not yet broken my fast. Have you eaten yet My Lord?" "No, I would be honoured to join you." Branwyn smiled bitterly thinking that he would probably prefer to impart his news and return to something more interesting but he was too polite to say so! They sat in silence waiting for the servants to set up breakfast on the balcony and leave Branwyn stared out over the garden to the walls that sheltered her from the city. She remembered her first view of the city cradled protectively in Ravens arms, wrapped in his cloak and sitting in his lap as he sat astride his horse. She had felt scared and amazed but she had also felt safe knowing he would not let her be hurt. The sprawling mass of humanity covered the valley floor and crawled up the side of the surrounding hills. A haze had hung over the buildings making them appear as if they were something from another world and to her they were. A world she had not seen in so long that the sight frightened her and made her want to bury her face in Raven's chest. She had forced herself too look wondering how easy it would be to hide herself in the sheer volume of life. Raven had not given the option of losing herself, instead he had installed her in his home – the Ravenscroft estate and assured her she would be safe behind the walls of his home. She wondered if she might have been better off alone one more strange in the city and not having to endure seeing Raven everyday. "Branwyn, Little Raven, I have news of your brother." Branwyn was jerked abruptly form her thoughts. She froze the colour draining from her face, her eyes widening staring at him like a deer before the wolf froze with fear at the mere mention of her brother. Raven cursed at his insensitivity. He had not realised just how much she was still afraid she was of her brother. "Is he here? Does he know where I am?" She asked her voice trembling slightly. Her heart pounding in her chest ash she fought the irrational instinct to run, to flee as far and as fast as she could. "Calm down Little One, of course he isn't here. He is not in the City..." Branwyn took a deep breath, but her eyes continued to dart around the room searching for an escape route, as though expecting her brother to burst through the door at ay moment. "... but he is heading for the tower. It will not be long before he discovers your disappearance." "What? No! He can not know I am gone, he can not find me, Oh Goddess he will kill me. I have to go, I have to flee, I have to hide! He can't find me; he'll kill me for sure." She looked at Raven desperately horror filling her expression "Oh Goddess if he finds me here he will kill you too!" She leapt to her feet not thinking, beyond rational thought, the fight or flight instinct ruling her and flight was uppermost. "Little Raven, Stop" Raven commanded. "We need to think" but Branwyn did not hear him until he took a firm grip on her shoulders and shook her. "Think. He does not know you are here, he can not find out you are here! He will never find you." "He will always find me, always" She cried in despair, struggling against him. "He will kill us both. I can't let you get hurt because of me" "Little One, My Little Raven, you are safest here with me. I will protect you. Never doubt that I will stand between you and you brother." Branwyn was beyond hearing beyond comfort. She had slipped into her own private nightmare. Picking her up Raven carried her inside and laid her down on her bed, but she did not notice the change in venue, her fear for raven had trapped her in her nightmare where Raven fought her brother with deadly steel. This time however it was no dream but a vision born of terror. Shaking her, he tried to bring her back to him but she just lay on the bed limp and whimpering. Her eyes were far away terrified gasps spilling from the throat and making him frantic to help her. Desperate he did the only thing he could think of to bring her back to herself. Leaning over her he placed his lips against hers and kissed her gently. When her lips remained stiff and unyielding he intensified the kiss, pouring in all of his passion. The lips beneath his softened and parted on a gasp, and arms reached around his shoulders to anchor him to her. The kiss grew between them, the desire that had been held in check unfurling until Raven was laid intimately over Branwyn pressing against her. His body crushed hers to the mattress his arousal pressing against her groin. His hands parted the overdress she wore and caressed her soft warm body through the thin nightgown beneath. Branwyn came back to reality with a start of surprise at the sensation of Raven's lips upon hers. Instinctively she knew who was kissing her and gave herself to the kiss with a small gasp of pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders seeking more contact with his hard body. If this was a dream then she would wish it to be a true dream. Reluctantly she opened her eyes and met Ravens stare. His eyes were dark and heavy with desire but when he met her gaze common sense returned and Raven tried to break the kiss. He tried to pull away but Branwyn's arms anchored him to her. Closing his eyes briefly he indulged himself and feasted on her mouth before doing the right thing and reaching behind his neck to disentangle himself from her. Branwyn whimpered as his lips left her and arched her back trying to maintain the contact with his lips. Raven sat up on the bed berating himself for taking advantage of her again. He was not a teenager to be overwhelmed by his desires damn it. He rested his head in his hands taking deep breaths to try and calm his raging desire. But the air was full of the scent of her and every breath made his lust burn higher. Branwyn sat up slowly and wrapped her arms around her knees. The hair she had yet to put up was tangled and settled wildly around her head and shoulders. Her nipples were painfully erect and rubbed against the fabric of her nightgown every time she shifted and her centre was hot and wet and pulsing with need. "Why?" She asked plaintively. "Why did I kiss you?" Raven asked not looking at her, "Because it was the only way to bring you back to your senses." Branwyn gasped. "Was that why you slept with me in the tower too? To bring me to my senses!" She wrapped her arms tighter around herself trying to ward of the misery that came with the knowledge of how he really felt about her. Tears overflowed from her eyes but she ignored them as they made there silent progress over her cheeks, He only felt sorry for her. She wanted to scream, he felt no desire for her, no passion only pity and responsibility. She had to leave and leave now; she could not bear the humiliation of wanting him any longer. Sniffling she fought to regain control of her ragged emotions. She needed to think, to plan so she could disappear. Raven raised his head and looked her when she sniffed "What's wrong Little One?" Branwyn closed her eyes in despair. She did not what to leave but she felt she had no choice. She cared for this man too much to stay and risk him to her brother's wrath. Opening her eyes she braced herself and told him the truth. "I want you" she said brazenly "I want you to touch me again, I want to feel you hands on me, your body above mine. I want to hear your voice grow rough with desire. I want to feel the pleasure you can give me and give you pleasure in return." She snorted bitterly, "but it is obvious that you do not want me in return." Raven stared at her in amazement his mouth open slightly as if to speak "Please don't say anything" Branwyn begged "I have humiliated myself enough already." Dropping her legs over the side of the bed she stood up and straightened her gown and robe with a last glance at Raven she began to leave retreating from her own room. Raven's shock held him motionless and mute in the face of Branwyn's passion. She wanted him, she didn't feel grateful or indebted; she desired him. His heart thumped inside his chest as desire rushed trough him making his blood boil. He launched himself at Branwyn, catching her around the waist he spun her round and pulled her tight against his body till every curve of hers was moulded against him. When she was close enough he claimed her mouth with his own and kissed her as if he would consume her from the mouth down. Branwyn stood stiff with shock unsure of what was happening as her mind caught up with what was happening to her body. She melted against him; her blood seemed to freeze then heat to a boil as his lips started fires within her. Reluctantly Raven dragged his lips from hers and looked at her. Branwyn moaned in protest of the separation. Her eyes were closed, her lips red and swollen from his hunger. Her cheeks were flushed. She looked delectable. No he corrected she looked edible. "Please..." She whimpered "Please?" he teased and was horrified to see a tear leak from beneath her close eyelids. "Shhh...Little Raven" He collected the tear from her cheek with his finger tip and brought the glistening drop to his lips. Gentle now his lips returned to hers tasting and teasing. Leaving her lips he skimmed his mouth over her jaw and cheeks, his tongue mapping her face and removing all traces of her tears. His lips continued to trace her face pressing gently against her eyelids, her forehead and the tip of her nose before returning to her lips to stir their mutual passion higher. His hands ran up her arms and shoulders till he could push the overdress off and down her arms, leaving her standing in only the thin cotton gown. He pressed her back till her legs hit the bed then he pressed further till she was laying on the quilt. His lips pressed ravenously against her, feasting on her mouth his tongue thrusting tasting teasing tormenting. He kissed her till she was writhing against him hungrily, her mouth submitting to his every demand. With a wicked smile he pulled away from her, and her small throaty whimper of protest made his groin throb. Her back arched and her hips strained against him rubbing deliciously at his cock, even as her mouth sought to return to his. He had to have another taste, Oh Goddess he thought as their lips met, but he reigned in his hunger and fought for control. Tearing his lips for hers again he smiled. "I'm going to make you crazy." He claimed his voice rough and dangerous, "I'm going to make you as crazy as you have made me this month." "Not... my... fault" Branwyn panted "I wanted... too" her voice was low and husky and her breathing ragged. He just smiled at her his heart pounding. "I'm going to make you beg" His hands went to the hem of her night gown. Slowly he began to raise it his hands caressing the skin of her calves his breath playing erotically over her skin his hands moving slowly upwards over her knees and thighs and just the slightest hint of the dark curls between them. There was a fine trembling in her muscles as he slipped his hands over her hips and under her buttocks. When he squeezed her in his large hands the delicious pressure made her back arch up her breasts thrusting against the gown nipple aching points. The movement also allowed him to slip her nightgown further up till it was gathered in the small of her back. Her core was exposed to his hungry gaze he leant forward inhaling the fragrance of her desire seeing the evidence glistening wetly on the sable curls. With a low moan her legs parted cupping his body and allowing him better access, but he made no move to take what was offered. He wanted her so crazy that she would do anything he demanded of her. Instead of gorging himself on her taste he let his breath whisper against the folds of her flesh until she was whimpering from the sensation of cool air playing over her heated flesh. "Do you know how hot you made me earlier standing in this nightgown and nothing more?" he asked as conversationally as he could ignoring the way his heart pounded and his cock throbbed with the demand to take. She shook her head against the pillow unable to speak and his breath continued to caress her. Her hair fanned out around her head and her hips trembled in his hands. "The sun silhouetted you so that I could see every curve; every line of you wrapped in gold and mist. It made me want to throw you down and claim you!" The Raven and the Tower Ch. 02 "Please!" She cried out desperately. His tongue flicked out and over her core catching the nectar that gathered on her and he groaned as her taste filled him "Please what?" he repeated "Stop? Continue? Fuck me?" he asked crudely making her blush "Please Claim me" she whispered. His control snapped and he began to feast on her. His tongue explored her moist intimate flesh lapping at the honey that seeped from her body. His tongue played over her lighting fires deep inside her. He tortured her with sensation. Teasing her, he explored her with hungry flicks of his tongue. He alternated between long slow tastes from her weeping entrance to the hard knot of nerves and hard fast stabs of his tongue. He mercilessly drover her higher and higher till she was crying out beneath him and grinding herself onto his face. Short needy cries spilling from her mouth as she panted unable to beg for more and her breath hitched and caught in the throat. When he carefully closed his teeth around her clit and sucked hard on her aroused flesh she screamed and her body convulsed. Raven laughed against her skin as the taste of her orgasm flooded his mouth. Raising his head he looked up the length of her body. Here eyes were closed and her chest heaved with the force of her breathing making her breasts rise and fall enticingly beneath her nightgown. "Your mine now" he declared vehemently. Her eyes fluttered open. Branwyn looked down at lord Ravenscroft; his head raised between her legs and blushed. She felt languid and her limbs felt heavy, too heavy to move, even her eyelids were almost too heavy to lift. Her blood seemed to move slowly through her veins like treacle even though her heart pounded madly in her chest. With one last taste that made her whimper as sensation coursed through her sensitive skin. Raven left her pussy and levered herself up on his hands so he could look at her. "You're a naughty girl Branwyn. Tempting me past control" Branwyn's eyes widened and satisfaction filled then as she realised her own power over him. "I may just have to punish you for it." Fear caused her body to tremble at the thought of possible punishments. Raven was watching her closely as he continued to torture himself by raising the nightgown an inch at a time, slowly revealing her delectable flesh. "Don't worry Little One, you will enjoy every moment of your punishment I promise. I'm going to stroke and taste every inch of you flesh, till you think you can not stand the pleasure and you are insane with the need for release and then I'm going to push you higher. I'm not going to let you come till I'm buried so deep you won't be able to tell where I end and you begin." A shiver of a different sort ran through Branwyn as her fear was drowned by desire. A blush covered her throat and her cheeks and wetness flooded the flesh between her legs. "You like that?" Raven asked. He stopped his leisurely journey up her body with his knuckles just brushing the lower curves of her breasts. "Mmm." He murmured "What a delicious sight spread out before me like a feast trembling with desire, anticipation and hint of nervousness. Your skin feels like silk coated in a fine layer of perspiration so it glistens as it trembles for me." He leant over and licked from her hip bone to the base of her breast bone stopping when his nose nuzzled against the edge of the bunched up fabric between her breasts. He breathed deeply, delighting in the scent of her desire. "Delicious your skin tastes of milk and peaches just like your cunt." He felt her skin heat with her blush as he spoke crudely testing her, but he also felt the shiver of desire that trembled through her. He tasted her again in a long leisurely sample of her flesh. "Do you like it when I talk to you like that?" he asked her his tongue and breath caressing her stomach as he spoke. Her blush intensified and he couldn't wait to see if it covered her breasts as well as her throat and face. Without warning he dipped his tongue into her bellybutton in a hard fast probe that sent bolts of desire into her pussy. At the same time he thrust one finger roughly in to the tight still aching flesh of her core. Branwyn gasped at the dual devastating sensation. She couldn't of guessed how sensitive her bellybutton was nor how the feeling of his tongue probing it sent jolts of heat directly to her centre. 'No she thought privately... her cunt' she shivered at the wicked thought. Her desire grew rapidly as he continued to thrust his finger roughly inside her in time with the probing of his tongue. " Answer me Little Raven" He withdrew his finger till the tip was just caressing the entrance of her cunt and backed away from her till the only thing caressing her stomach was the edge of her breath. She sobbed at the abrupt cessation of movement and tried to lift her hips to impale herself on his finger but he used his free hand to hold her still. "Does it excite you when I forget to be careful of you delicacy and let my desire to posses you overwhelm my desire to protect you? Does it make you wetter when I tell you what I am going to do? When I let the darkness inside me free and use language a lady shouldn't hear?" Branwyn hid her face afraid of her desire for more. "Does it excite you when I tell you I want to eat you pussy till I am drowning in the taste of you?" "Please ... More." Branwyn begged the whisper of sensation created by his finger caressing her entrance drove her insane with the need for him to push back inside her and fill her with something, anything. "Answer me" His voice was stern and hard "Does it turn you on or do you need a gentle loving." "Oh Goddess" Branwyn moaned "Please give me everything. I want it all" "You don't want me to reign in my darker desires" he pressed needing to be sure. "No please, I want everything, all of you, I want to feel... I want to know that you can't..." She gasped and stopped and his finger slowly slid back inside her and his tongue licked the edge of her bellybutton. "Go on" he pulled back again. "Don't hold back" she begged "It doesn't scare you – the violence?" he asked raggedly needing to be certain. Wanting her so badly to take her make her his beyond any doubt to master her but also wanting to protect her from his own darkness, his needs for something more than society accepted. "No... It makes me want... more. Please take me make me yours, mark me." "Oh, Goddess" he groaned. He slammed two fingers into her without warning just as she lifted her hips seeking him. His fingers smashed into her his knuckles grinding violently against her clit. She screamed and he froze afraid that he had hurt her. She was so delicate. She couldn't know what she was asking for he told himself. His desire was dark, dominant and powerful. He didn't often let people see the uncivilised core of himself the edge of violence that he kept carefully controlled and out of sight at court, a wolf in sheep's clothing playing amongst the lambs. Branwyn was so sheltered and innocent and had endured so much pain at the hands of others there was no way she could truly want this. He struggled to pull himself back within civilised boundaries. Suddenly he realised Branwyn wasn't retreating from his fingers or the sudden painful stretching of her sheath instead she was rubbing herself firmly against his hand, seeking her release. Realisation struck him she was matching his desire taking the small pain of his fingers stretching her and using it to drive the pleasure higher. He scream hadn't been of pain or not only of pain. Chuckling he removed his fingers. "Naughty Naughty" he tutted "I told you, you weren't aloud to come until I was buried deep inside you. Branwyn groaned ant the loss of sensation and her hips lifted seeking something. "Oh my dear, you are just too delicious." He lifted his fingers and stroked them across her lips coating them with he juices before lifting his fingers to his own mouth. "Mmm peaches" his gaze was fixed on hers and he almost lost it when her tongue flickered out the tip tracing her lips tasting herself. "I have to see your tits." With a quick flip of his wrists he flicked her nightgown off her breasts and groaned. Head dreamt about her breasts and fantasised about them as he watched her when she couldn't see him. Last time he has seen them naked they had been shadowed with bruises. Now the where perfect the colour of cream that had been stirred with whole strawberries so that the juice stained the cream the merest hint of blush. The delicious desert of her breasts was topped with pale burgundy nipples a dark dusk rose darkened by desire. Blood had filled the skin making the nipples stand out hard and arrest and aching to be touched aching for his touch. He licked his lips and she shivered in anticipation "Mmm you have the prettiest pair of breasts I have seen." She blushed "Have you seen many?" She asked suddenly unsure of herself. Raven smiled at her and she saw lust burning in his eyes. "Enough to know this is the only pair I want to feast on." Before she could worry further he blew on her nipples making her tremble then his tongue joined in licking the seam between her chest and the lowest curve of her breasts. It felt amazing but she needed more reaching down she tried to guide his head to her nipples where she instinctively know the sensation would be centred. He let her guide him for a moment till his breath hovered over her left nipple and it quivered for his attention then frustratingly he pulled back fighting the pressure of her hands. Pulling hi head a way from her he smiled evilly "Oh No Little One not this time! With that he reached for the hem of her nightgown that was bunched around her neck. Obligingly Branwyn raised her arms above her head "I think there is an unfair distribution of clothes" she complained Raven laughed "If you can still think of words like distribution I am not doing my job right!" He smiled at her as her face disappeared inside the nightgown and he pulled it onto her raised arms "As soon as I take off my breaches I am going to be inside you and you are going to be screaming my name" He laughed again "And there is so much more I want to learn about your delectable body. My clothes are going to stay on for a while. She gave a low throaty whimper as the image of him above her, filling her seeped into her mind. With a brief frown of concentration Raven twisted the fabric of her nightgown around her wrists. Leaning over her until his groin was pressed against her face. He felt her rub her face against his errection. Good he thought she was distracted. She would not realise what he was doing until too late. With deft movements his hands only shaking slightly as her cheeks caressed his swollen flesh he tied the excess fabric of her nightgown around the bars of the headboard. When he was finished and her arms were bound to the bed he indulged the feeling of her face against his manhood. Part of him demanded he peel away his trousers and thrust himself into her sweet mouth till he emptied himself down her throat. He ignored the small voice telling him to take what she was so willing to give, he did not want to finish that way this time. He wanted her to belong to him irrefutably. When she set the edge of her teeth against his cock through his pants and squeezed slightly he threw himself backwards. He did not know what it was about this girl but he had not been on a hair trigger like this since he was a boy. "Oh no My Little One, you are not going to hurry me. Maybe next time I'll let you play. Then again maybe not – I like the sight of you like this spread out before me." He slowly looked up and down her body his eyes caressing every inch of her. "Now where were we?" He licked his lips "ahh yes I was sampling the desserts" He gave her a wicked smile and palmed her breast in his hand as he stood over her. He caressed the soft sensitive flesh squeezing gently and tracing patterns on the flesh; teasing her. For the moment she lay passively accepting the pleasure he gave her but he knew he had to wait till she realised she was bound before he took her any further. He needed to see her face when she realised she was tied up to see if it excited her. He stroked her nipples with his thumb and forefinger rolling them and pinching them gently to the edge of pain and plucking them away from her body. She gasped at the sharp sensation and arched her back into the feeling instead of pulling away. Raven smiled. His little one seemed to match his desires in every aspect. She arched her back pressing her breasts into his hands but he did not give her any more despite how sweetly her body begged. She tugged on her arms and her eyes widened, she tugged again harder and looked him her eye large with confusion. "I can't move my hands Raven" "I know Little One You look beautiful stretched out before me like an offering. I want to give you everything and seeing you bound for my pleasure makes my heart beat faster and my cock throb" he let the heat of his desire fill his eyes as he held her gaze and he saw an answering flash of excitement in her eyes. The corners of his lips curved up. "If I reach between you legs, you will be hot and wet and weeping for me." She tugged on her arms again even as his words made her groan. "I don't like this Raven" he heard a slight quiver in her voice and his heart twisted at the uncertainty in her voice. "Trust me – I promise you will enjoy everything I do. I will take you higher, so much higher than before. All you have to do is trust me!" her teeth worried her lip and he could see her hesitation. He took her nipple between his fingers again and began to tug on it rolling it and squeezing it he felt more than heard her whimper. Laying himself above her he took her lips in a ferocious kiss kissing her with every bit of his desire till he felt her melt. "Will you let me take you as high as I can? Do you trust me?" he asked against her lips his fingers still torturing her nipples with pleasure. "Anything" she whispered her head falling back as her back arched. "Please Raven – anything; just give me more" it was his turn to groan at he passionate declaration as he reclaimed her lips he slid his free hand down her body and slipped his middle finger inside her thrusting in time with his tongue his palm pressings against her clit. When she was gasping and thrusting against him he tore his mouth from hers and returned to the feast presented by her breasts. She sobbed when he ended the kiss but when his lips caressed her breasts she moaned in approval. The low throaty murmur made ravens cock throb and her had to clench his hands into fists to stop himself ripping open his pants and plunging into her. She arched her breasts into his mouth begging for more for a firmer touch. Raven continued to tease her lightly caressing her skip with the tip of his tongue and the barest of brushes with his lips. He seemed to torture her for ever with never ending gentleness "Please no more..." she begged "I can't ... take it!" she was sobbing with the need for consummation. In response to her heady plea Raven engulfed her left breast and swiped his tongue firmly over her nipple making her scream. He took his time worshiping her breasts and learning every curve with his lips. When she was writhing beneath him he set his teeth against her nipple and tugged on the stiff peak. Her response to the sensual torture of pleasure and pain was to wrap her legs around his waist and grind herself against him helplessly seeking the release he denied her. With a groan he reached behind his back and grasped her ankles pulling her legs firmly apart and backing away from her. "No" He said firmly, but Branwyn was almost mindless with desire. Her eyes had closed and her hips continued to move desperately seeking release. Seeing her spread before him her desire for him glistening on her sable curls and thighs as her body throbbed was too much for Raven's tenuous hold on his control. Flipping her over on to her stomach, her wrist crossed within the bounds of her nightgown. Raising her to her knees he pressed her head into the bedding. The sight of her with her ass raised in the air her body bound with her arms stretched above her head made his cock pulse and he had to bite his lip to control the climax that was building inside him. He swore softly under his breath. He wasn't a green boy anymore to come at the sight of a woman but this was his Little Raven and she robbed him of all his control. Unable to resist he ran his hand over the luscious curves of her ass caressing the soft flesh of her hips and lower back. Branwyn pressed her hips into his hands squirming restlessly. She made no move to try and roll over; content as long as he was touching her. She couldn't think of anything beyond the need to have his hands on her; his skin on hers. Without thinking Raven raised his hand and brought it down against the soft curve of her buttock. Branwyn gave a small startled cry and bucked her hips as pain, heat and something more that registered under her skin. "Mmm." Raven groaned and brought his hand down again on the other cheek. Branwyn cried out in protest of the slap then moaned as something indefinable shifted inside her and pleasure radiated from the heat in her bottom. Ravens hand fell twice more, not hard enough to hurt but enough to stimulate the nerves and send stinging bolts of pleasure to her centre. "Oh, Goddess, you look so beautiful bent over before me. You ass red and hot from my hand" Branwyn sobbed and lifted her hips towards him needing more than just words. Raven groaned one hand caressed the red skin of her ass while the other fumbled with his belt, ripping at his trousers. He couldn't wait any longer. Frustrated he shoved his trousers down over his hips, his errection springing free; hard and throbbing. It strained towards her with a mind of its own. Raven had no resistance left. He tried futilely to pull back and gain some measure of control but when she wiggled her hips under his hand and uttered a low soft plea for more he was lost. With a ragged groan he smoothed his hand over her till he found her wet and weeping for him. He pushed two fingers inside her to test her readiness. Her sheath griped him tightly and he had to bite his lip to try to slow down but when her muscles contracted around his fingers the last shreds of his control snapped. Fisting his cock in his hand he found her entrance and thrust into her in one powerful stroke. Branwyn cried out as he stretched mercilessly. She felt so unbelievably full and despite the fact she was so wet she was dripping the sensation bordered on the edge of pain. He was filling her past full stretching her in every direction. Before she could fully accept his size, he pulled out leaving her unbearably empty. She whimpered at the loss immediately needing him inside her. She needed him so deep onside her that they would be one! With a fierce cry he surged back inside her filling her again. His hips smacking into hers as he ruthlessly impaled her on his desire. Without pause he ground himself against her and withdrew only to plunge back again. Desire consumed her burning brightly, spiralling higher. Raven continued to drive himself relentlessly into her unable to temper his desire to posses her. With one hand he anchored himself to her, steadying her hips and puling her back roughly to meet his thrusts. With the other hand he reached around to find her clit. Leaning over her he kissed her shoulders and the base of her neck. "Raven!" At the first touch of his fingers against her clit she screamed out his name in ecstasy. The sensation of his lips, his cock and his fingers was too much for her overloaded system and her orgasm over took her. Her body shook as every muscle in her body contracted. Raven cried out as her core clamped down on his cock and he thrust forcefully into her one last time. Her release precipitated his and his cock jerked spilling his seed deep inside her branding her as his. His final thrust knocked them both forward. The Raven and the Tower Ch. 02 --------------------------------------------------x---------------------------------------------------- Raven came back to awareness hunched over Branwyn crushing her into the mattress. Struggling to force his muscles to co-operate he rolled of her separating their bodies. His body complained at the motion every muscle in his body as weak as water. Branwyn had fallen forward with his final thrust and was squashed against the headboard Swearing he straightened her out so that she was lying comfortably on her stomach, her body relaxed and loose. He looked at her worriedly she had not moved or spoken since she had screamed out her climax. Her legs were parted and he could see her inner thighs glistening with her desire and his seed. Her skin glistened in the sunlight coated in a fine layer of perspiration and he couldn't quell the surge of possessiveness he felt at the sight of her. His! His woman! "Raven" He heard her murmur quietly, she still didn't move. "Oh Goddess Little One" he ran his hands over her shoulders "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I should ..." Branwyn was horrified by the remorse in his voice. "NO..." she cried trying to turn over. She cried out in pain as she wrenched her already abused shoulders. "Please untie me" She asked in a flat voice, shaking his head Raven complied silently. As soon as she was free she rolled over and sat up trying to se Ravens face. She couldn't bare it if he had become the distant Lord Ravenscroft already. Her shoulder muscles protested the movement and she had to bite back a sob of pain. Immediately Raven began to rub her shoulder massaging the mistreated muscles. "Branwyn" he began and she winced. He never called her by name unless he was being serious. Misinterpreting her wince he gentled his hands but continued to caress her shoulders needing the reassurance of physical contact between them. Branwyn almost cried at his tenderness. "No." Branwyn cut him off frantically "You can't be sorry now. You said I was yours; that you were going to claim me!" She leapt from the bed feeling allsorts of twinges from her muscles. She was tender in places she didn't even know about. She looked frantically round for something to cover herself with. She needed to hide from the horrible hurt that crushed her heart and made the bile rise in her throat. Turning her back on the painful sight of Raven naked on the bed she wrapped her arms around herself hoping to somehow hold her shattering heart together. "Branwyn, Stop." Raven said firmly his heart hurting at her distress "Please don't. I can't ..." she searched for the words to describe her precarious grip on her emotions "I can't bear it... Please just go" "I'm sorry I was rough. I'm sorry I hurt you" Branwyn spun to face him speechless with shock. "I lost control at the sight of you knelt before me and it shattered me." He rubbed his face with the heel of his hands. "I had to posses you and you were so tight and so ready for me. I didn't consider your position or you comfort I just..." he shook his head. "I had to be deep inside your silken heat I had to have you and make you mine." Branwyn blushed and looked at her hands as the image of him behind her and over her thrusting into her sinking into her body – claiming her like and animal and it's mate filled her mind. "Please look at me." He begged he stood from the bed and stepped towards her standing very close, crowding her with his scent and his nakedness. She wanted to look up but she couldn't tear he gaze away from his manhood. It glistened with the drying evidence of their passion. "Does this look like I don't want you?" he took himself in his hand and stroked his cock once. Branwyn watched fascinated as it jumped in his hand. "Never have I been this quick to rise after my release. I want you again now, I want my hands on you, I want to hear you sigh and moan. I want to hear you scream my name with pleasure again. She could see his flesh harden in his hands as she stared at him. Involuntarily she licked her lips and groaned quietly. "Mmm" Raven responded "Oh goddess don't do that. You are not up to a second round!" with gentle hands he lifted her chin until she was looking him in the eye and then framed her face. "I have never lost control like that with any other woman." "Never?" A thrill of energy ran through her. "I'm Sorry I hurt you Little One. You make me lose my mind." "You didn't hurt me!" She denied reaching up to touch his cheek. "I can see the shadow of bruises on your skin" he exclaimed hotly. He kissed her fingers even as his own hands slipped from her cheeks to caress the shadows on her hips where he had held her in his madness. Raven swore. "It didn't hurt! The only thing I wanted was more!" With a small smile she looked up at him "But you didn't make me beg" Raven smiled back, "Oh but your body was begging so nicely and I didn't want to wait for you to draw enough breath to speak" He replied unperturbed by her challenge. Branwyn gasped and blushed at his words "Allow me to demonstrate." He said with a smile before claiming her mouth with his own and pulling her against his aroused body. Slipping one hand between her legs he thumbed the centre of her desire. He felt her submit to his kiss as her body went boneless against his. Ruthlessly he plundered her mouth tasting her; he swallowed her moan of pleasure. He smiled and ripped his lips away from hers to look at her. Her lips were swollen with desire and her cheeks were pink from the rub of his stubble. Here eyes were large in her face and blank. Her hair was tangled from his hands and their passions a formed a black cloud around her face. She looked delicious standing before him willing to share anything he asked. "Marry me" The words popped out of his mouth without travelling past his brain but to his surprise he found he did not wish to take them back. Branwyn blinked trying to focus past the desire his restless fingers ignited. "What" "Marry me, take my name, share my life" "I..." Branwyn didn't get any further as the vision rose up and swallowed her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed. To be continued... The Raven and the Tower Ch. 03 Raven Barely reacted in time to catch Branwyn when she fainted. Wryly he smiled at himself this was not the reaction he had expected when he had thought about proposing to a lady. It was humbling that his Little Raven had fainted at the thought of marriage to him. Carefully he laid her prone body on the bed and covered her with the bedclothes smoothing them over her. He brushed her hair away from her face. Protectiveness filled him. She was so small and delicate. He would stand between her and the world and Gods Help any man who tried to hurt her. He had to drag himself away from her to fetch her gown and some damp cloths. He knew he had to dress her again before the servants returned – to save her reputation. A small part of himself wanted to compromise her to ensure she would marry him but the rest of him knew he could not bear to see her suffer the gossip. Gently he dressed her in the discarded nightgown and put her back in the bed. He was worried when he saw how pale she was. This was definitely not the reaction he had expected to a proposal. Looking down at himself he realised he was still hanging out if his trousers. He had not even managed to get his trousers off in his madness to plunder Branwyn. He laughed quietly at himself. No other woman had managed to make him forget himself like his Little Raven. Thoughts of her passion made his blood rush south, enough to make the fit of his trousers uncomfortable. ----------*---------- Branwyn fought the vision but it had already taken control of her. Until the visions end she was an unwilling spectator in the drama unfolding before her. Detachedly she noticed she was in a chapel. The isle was filled with flowers but there was no scent of them in the vision. There were a few people in the pews some she recognised as Raven's friends but most were strangers to her She faced the alter it was strewn with flowers but there was no priest and none of the people in the hall seemed to be looking at the alter they were all staring at something behind her. Then she heard it, the clash of metal on metal and her eyes widened in dread. She spun around and screamed but no sound came out of her mouth; her breath stuck in her throat chocking her on her own scream. She saw her brother's sword descend over Raven's head. At the last minute Raven blocked the blow and kicked her brother thrusting him away. She moved to run forward and tripped over the hem of her dress. Looking down she realised distantly she was wearing a wedding dress and that it was her wedding day. The sight of her brother attacking Raven again froze her to the spot She watched in horror as her brother attacked relentlessly screaming his anger at Raven. Raven dodged a particularly vicious swing and his own blade flickered in the light moving to strike before his opponent recovered. Blood appeared on her brother's cheek and he swung wildly in retaliation swearing revenge. His mad attack broke through Raven's defence and blood spilled down Raven's arm, red against the white of his shirt, but he made the injury count as her brother backed away bleeding freshly from his hip. The momentary paralysis wore off and Branwyn picked up her skirts and ran forward determined to stop the fight somehow... ----------*---------- Raven froze at the sound of a choked scream from the bed turning he rushed across the room in a few quick strides but Branwyn did not move or show any further signs of awakening. She lay on the bed motionless and pale. Even her breathing was shallow. It was as if she had retreated from the world. Gently he brushed his fingers over her cheeks and lips. He lent down and brushed his lips against hers but there was no response. "Where are you my Little One? Where have you gone?" he whispered inches from her skin. Closing his eyes he pressed his thumb gently against her lips. "Where ever you are come back to me. You are mine now, I'm not going to let you go!" Pushing away from the bed he paced around the room stopping occasionally to stare helplessly at the motionless figure. As she continued to show no signs of waking his helplessness grew and so did a tiny seed of anger. He had only asked her to marry him; a simple no would have sufficed. Not that he would have accepted it – he would have tied her up again and teased her with pleasure till she could not say no to him. He smiled at the memory of Branwyn tied underneath him as he thrust into her hard and fast till they both shattered explosively. His smile faded as he glanced over at the bed. Surely this was a little extreme. He hadn't thought his Little Raven was prone to dramatics, in fact he had thought the opposite. She had taken the changes and in her life with dignity and courage that had made him admire her. Distracted by his thoughts he stubbed his toe against a stool in his pacing and frustrated he kicked it across the room. It gave a satisfying crack as it hit the wall he stared at it for a moment as it landed broken on the floor then continued to pace around the room in frustration. Branwyn began to thrash on the bed and Ravens hands curled into fists as he stared helplessly at her. Servants and society be damned he was going to kiss her till she came back to him and overwhelm her with passion till she submitted to him. Striding purposefully towards the bed he was relieved and disappointed when Branwyn sat up on the bed suddenly, her hands flailed for a moment, fighting with the bedding before her eyes flew open. "No!" the frantic denial spilled from her throat as she came back to herself with a crash the vision shattering around her and throwing her out. Her eyes immediately searched for Raven, spying him hovering by the bed she threw the covers off and flung herself into his arms. Startled he had to take two steps backward as he caught her to brace them both. Desperately she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him sobbing into his shoulder and running her hands over his body trying to reassure herself that he was unhurt. Raven was baffled, one minute Branwyn had been unconscious on the bed, pale as death, and he had been debating between fucking her and calling a medic, and now she was wrapped around him as if she could not get close enough and sobbing into his shoulder. Awkwardly he stroked her back and hair unsure of how to comfort her but desperate to stop her tears. "Shhhh, Little One. It is okay, there is nothing here to hurt you." When her tears only intensified he stopped trying to comfort her with words and restricted himself to making comforting noises and stroking her back. Moving Carefully he took both of them to the bed and sat down with Branwyn in his lap her legs still wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. Softly he kissed her hair. "Shhhh, Little Raven, Shhhh." He whispered against the top of her head. Branwyn felt Raven move but she didn't care where he was taking her as long as he didn't try to leave her. She needed to hold him to reassure herself that he was hers. She sought his lips with her own, kissing her way up his shoulder seeking a connection between them. Her lips stroked along his neck and over the join between throat and jaw. She could not resist setting her teeth against the strong flesh she found there and testing it. Raven's helpless groan vibrated against her, but her lips continued their journey till the reached his mouth. She attacked his mouth with every bit of passion, need and fear she felt. She ran her tongue over his lips tasting him and her own tears. She moaned against him at the combination of his skin and salt from her sorrow. His lips were hot against hers and his cheeks were rough against the skin of her face. His slight stubble was prickly against her cheek when she moved one way, scratching her slightly as she kissed him and velvet soft when she moved back. The contrast intrigued her so she contented herself for a moment experimenting with the feeling of his cheeks against. She ran her tongue over his lips, and when he parted his lips she slipped her tongue between them, she did not try to prevent the groan that spilled from her mouth into his as the taste of him flooded her senses. With a sigh Raven gave himself to the kiss as lust overwhelmed him and drowned his concern and need for answers; there was nothing left but the taste of his Little One filling him and the feeling of her wrapped around him. He revelled in her passion lifting his hands from the bed to frame her face he tangled his tongue with hers. Branwyn poured herself into the kiss till she was writhing with desire in Ravens lap. Groaning Raven dropped his hands to her hips and pulled her more firmly against his turgid cock so she ground her heat directly over his erection "Oh Goddess" he whispered hoarsely as he tore his lips from hers "What do you do to me?" "Mmmm" Branwyn murmured claiming his lips again, "Just don't stop," she spoke the words into his mouth, Her hands sliding over his back and chest restlessly. He felt strong beneath her curious hands the hard planes of his muscles so different from her own softer curves. She playfully ran one finger down the centre-line of his body from the base of his throat to his belly button and was amazed to feel his muscles quiver beneath her finger. Leaving his lips she trailed her mouth over his cheeks and chin rubbing her tongue over the slight shadow of stubble on his skin, tasting his skin. She was excited to find the pulse throbbing in his neck. She rubbed her tongue over it feeling the heat of his blood under the skin "Mmmm" Branwyn groaned at the taste of him "Raven..." she licked the hollow of his throat and ran her fingers over his chest through his shirt. She explored the small v of flesh exposed by the open neck with her mouth. She laughed against him as his fingers clenched on her shoulders He ran his fingers into her hair and pulled her head away from his chest. He didn't want to end her explorations, but the servants would be coming soon to clear away their breakfast and he couldn't compromise her like that. She licked her lips and he almost stopped caring about the servants. When she groaned he had to let of her head to clench his hands, Branwyn immediately took the opportunity to fasten her lips to his licking and caressing his mouth. It was his turn to groan involuntarily as he instinctively kissed her back. Wrenching his lips from hers he looked at her. The morning sun was still pouring through the windows framing her in light. Her demure nightgown was caught around her hips baring the smooth flesh of her thighs as her legs surrounded him. The fabric of her nightgown pooled at her waist teasing him with thoughts of what lay beneath. Her face was flushed with heat and her lips were full and swollen stained a deep, deep red by desire. Her eyes were half closed but he could see the lust in them as she gazed at him Unconsciously he licked his lips. He could not believe that he had gone months without realising she wanted him. He stroked her cheeks gently struggling to hold onto control when every fibre in his body was screaming at him to take her - to reinforce his claim on her. "Little Raven" he cupped her chin and brought her eyes back to his, "We can't do this now! The servants... They can't see us like this" Branwyn looked down at herself and blushed realising how terrible she must look. Her hair was a tangled mess around her head a black cloud that would take her at least half an hour to brush back to some semblance of order. Her nightgown was creased and crumpled around her waist. Branwyn scrambled out of Raven's lap. She must look like one of the harlots she heard the male servants talking about. Her nightgown fell to her feet as she stood but the fabric was dishevelled beyond repair as she tried to smooth it with his hands. "I'm sorry, ..." She whispered to her hands clasping them together "...I didn't think." Raven smiled and smoothed his hand over her hair and tucked it behind her ears. She glanced up at him through her lashes, her teeth worrying her lower lip as she fretted over what to do. Raven looked at her appreciatively. The nightgown covered her from head to toe but it floated around her clinging provocatively to her flesh before floating away to kiss elsewhere giving tantalising hints of the body beneath. It draped softly over her breasts and the ties at her neck were open exposing the merest hint of cleavage but even that sliver of skin made his mouth water with the desire to peel back the nightgown to expose her nipples to his hungry gaze, to suckle and stroke. He watched her move nervously from foot to foot. Her unfettered breasts shaking under the gown as she shifted her weight. The sight forced him close his eyes and clench his hands to maintain his control and not throw her down beneath him on the bed or floor. He wanted to stalk her across the room and watch as she retreated before him her eyes full of nervousness and desire as she took each step slowly backwards in reaction to his advance till she hit the wall and could retreat no further then he would cover her body with his own pressing her against the wall as he devoured her... He bit his tongue to chase away the images from his mind. Later when she agreed to be his and they were alone again he would take her in every imaginable way. He had to content himself with that thought for the moment – later.... Branwyn bit her lip in indecision. She needed Raven so much it was almost a physical pain. The vision of him in danger had shaken her to the core. She couldn't marry him or her brother would try to kill him. She had to run and hide to save him to keep him safe. The thought of leaving him made her want to cry out at the unfairness of it all. Raven broke into her thoughts when he touched her cheek, the merest whisper of skin against skin. He frowned at the look of misery in her eyes. "When we are married we won't have to worry about the servants. He kissed her gently smiling against her lips. Branwyn stiffened in shock; she had hoped he would give her more time. She needed time to think to find the strength to refuse him when her heart cried out for her to accept. She stood stiffly under Raven's lips though it took all her will power not to throw herself into the kiss. She wanted him so much and it would be so easy to submit to him but she couldn't let Raven face her brother, she couldn't let him get hurt, not because of her! Raven pulled back from the kiss, his hands on her shoulders confused by her lack of response. "What's wrong?" he asked in a low tone. Branwyn just shook her head, unable to speak around the obstruction in her throat that had formed at the thought of leaving Raven. "It'll be ok Little One. What ever it is, I will take care of it. Just talk to me." He pulled her close against his chest desperate to find out what was making her so distant. He felt her breath tickle his chest as she buried her face in his shoulder and sighed. Raven was warm and comforting as he held her. She could feel the strength in his arms as the encircled her and she felt safe. Breathing deeply she was surrounded by his masculine scent. How she wished she could stay there forever. Lifting her head she pressed her lips against the hollow at the base of his throat letting her tongue play over the thin skin, she closed her eyes to savour the sensation. If she had to leave she needed to feel the touch of his hands and see his eyes heavy with passion, to hear the heat in his voice and know it was all for her. When Raven's hands moved to her shoulders she almost sobbed, he was going to push her away again. "Please..." she whispered, "please I need...." She broke off and sighed Raven froze in the act of forcing himself to let go of Branwyn though it was the last thing he wanted to do. "What do you need Little Raven?" he spoke softly his hands resting on her shoulders. "I need..." She paused gathering her courage. She ducked her head and buried it in his shoulder, "I need to be yours again, to feel your passion and know I'll never belong to another. That no matter what I'll always be yours" Branwyn's words dropped into his mind like bombs igniting the fires he was trying to bank. There was something strange about what she was saying but the knowledge that she was his and wanted to be his inflamed his desire past the limits of his control. His fingers tightened on her shoulders and his head dipped of its own accord as his lips sought hers. His eyes closed as she gave herself completely to the kiss and his mind rejoiced she was his and soon they would declare it before the Gods, the whole world would know she was his mind rejoiced. The kiss lengthened until they were feasting on each other's mouths. Branwyn's mouth was hungry against his as she nibbled on his lips and stroked his tongue with hers. They didn't hear the sound of a hastily indrawn breath at the door way but the sound of crashing plates had them jumping apart guiltily. Vanessa, Branwyn's maid stood by the balcony door blushing furiously, a tray full of dishes lay shattered at her feet. "My Lord, My Lady, forgive me! I was startled please forgive me. I will not breath a word of this to anyone." Still apologising furiously Vanessa backed out of the room onto the balcony leaving the devastation of breakfast dishes on the floor. Branwyn and Raven listened to her progress through the receiving room until the door clicked shut behind her. Silence held the room. "I'm, sorry" Branwyn said quietly you said that they were coming but I didn't listen." "Shhhh, it's ok. It just means I have to make our wedding announcement as soon as possible." Branwyn froze with dread. Raven straightened his clothes and started walking towards the door. "But I can't marry you" Branwyn blurted out desperately. It was Raven's turn to freeze his hand on the door. He half turned with a look of comic disbelief on his face. "What!" he demanded "I can't marry you" Branwyn repeated a little more firmly. "By all the Gods, why in heavens name not?" Raven asked through gritted teeth. "You are mine, you belong to me. I claimed you, why can't you marry me? Is there someone else?" "I will never belong to another. " Branwyn exclaimed shocked at the accusation. "No-one else will ever touch me as you have, but I can not marry you." Branwyn said in distress turning away from him and wrapping her arms around herself to try and hold the feelings inside her that were threatening to spill out and overwhelm her. Sorrow, despair, anger and fear all churned inside it and underneath it all was lust and need still smouldering from their passionate kiss. "Damn it Branwyn" Raven's voice rose with every word. "What nonsense is this" he grabbed her shoulders and shook her "What are you saying?" She could see anger in his eyes as he stared at her and she had to look away She should have never have said but she could not lie to him in any way. "I'm sorry" she began hesitantly "Sorry!" he exploded "Sorry! What in all that's holy does that mean? You're sorry for sleeping with me? For lying to me?" "I never lied" Branwyn exclaimed indignantly hugging herself tighter in misery. "You said you belonged to me! That you were mine!" Raven spat out glaring at her. "I'll always belong to you. I just can't marry you." She said miserably her eyes fixed on her hands as she wound her fingers together in distress. "You asked me to claim you, and I did; you're mine now!" "That was before..." Branwyn bit her lip. "Before what?" Raven shouted inches from her face. Branwyn flinched and Raven swore when he saw it. He had to reign in his temper if he was going to solve what was going on in his Little Raven's head. Taking a deep breath Raven slowly forced his muscles to relax and his hands to unclench. The Raven and the Tower Ch. 03 The silence stretched between them as Raven sought to control his temper and Branwyn began to tremble. She did not understand what Raven was doing but she knew every time she had tried to defy her brother he had lashed out at her. She waited motionless for Raven to move, to speak, to do something. A part of her knew Raven would never hurt her but the other part of her was afraid. A deep instinctive fear born of experience that defied knowledge and logic. Raven looked up when he finally had his temper under control and swore again. Branwyn was trembling where she stood her eyes huge in her face and her breath coming in short shallow pants. Forgetting everything else Raven went to her immediately. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his body surrounding her with his strength. "It's Ok Little One. I'm not going to hurt you!" he hugged her tightly to his body " I could never hurt you" Branwyn burrowed her head into his shoulder and breathed in deeply. "I'm sorry." she murmured into his shoulder I know you won't hurt me but I get scared. Anger makes me afraid!" Raven ground his teeth together. " I could kill your brother for that alone." Branwyn struggled furiously against Raven suddenly afraid again. "Don't say that! Never say that! I never want you anywhere near my brother!" "Shhhh..." Raven breathed against her hair holding her against him. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that, whatever else he is, he is he's still you brother." "Please promise me you won't go looking for him!" When Raven hesitated she looked up at him. "Promise me!" She begged again. Raven heaved a deep sigh. "I won't go looking for you brother," he said reluctantly. Branwyn began to relax in his arms so he brought the discussion back to its original topic. "Why won't you marry me little one. Your mine! What reason could there be for us not to join together before the Gods and our friends? Branwyn remained silent and Raven sighed. " If you don't tell me I'll never let you go!" Raven added silently that he wouldn't let her go anyway but he needed to hear her reasons so he could resolve them. He felt her take a deep breath her chest swelling against the support of his arms. "I had a vision!" she said finally. Raven looked confused, "I thought seers lost their sight when they broke their virginity." Branwyn frowned She had not thought of that. "So what ever it was there is no reason not to join with me!" "I can't take the chance on that," she said brokenly, "It felt so real, I can't take the chance of it coming true." Tears overflowed from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks " You have to understand, I can't let that happen. You have to let me go!" "Damn it Branwyn, I can't let you go!" Raven looked frustrated "Please!" She begged tears sliding slowly over her cheeks as she stared beseechingly at him. Raven swore at the sight of her tears. Some ladies of the court used tears as a weapon to get what they wanted but he could feel the distress in Branwyn's body. "At least tell me what you are afraid of. Tell me what happened in this vision." Branwyn looked up at him with misery in his eyes "It was our wedding day, and I was in the chapel..." she began slowly "I like this so far" Raven interrupted. Branwyn glanced at him and he muttered an apology "We weren't getting married, you... you were fighting with my brother." Raven waited a moment before he realised that that was it she had finished. "Is that it?" he asked incredulously. "Don't you see? If I marry you, you will have to fight my brother, I can't let you be hurt because of me!" "Even if you were still a seer," Raven tried to reason hugging her tightly, "Visions can be changed why else would people seek out seers?" "You don't understand! I love you so much; if you were hurt because of me I don't know what I would do! "You love me?" Raven asked tilting her head up with his thumb "It doesn't matter" Branwyn muttered not meeting his eyes. "It matters!" Raven refuted, "It's the most important thing." Tilting her head back further he lowered his lips to hers. When he was a breath away from kissing her he whispered, "You see, I love you too my Little Raven and I wont let anything keep us apart." Without giving her chance to reply he kissed her gently and passionately sipping from her lips. She relaxed into the kiss pressing her lips to his, her breath came out on a moan. Raven pulled away determined to straighten out her misconception before he got distracted. "Branwyn will you marry me?" "I can't!" she sobbed. Raven swore! "I thought we had this settled!" "I can't chance it, I'm sorry" Raven spun around and threw his hands in the air. Then he smiled to himself, His mind suddenly made up. He was going to seduce her into forgetting her doubts and submitting to him. He turned back to face her, his eyes full of heat and purpose. Branwyn fell back a step nervously biting her lip her gaze full of hesitation and hope. Raven stepped forward slowly and deliberately his grin widening as Branwyn retreated before him, her lip still deliciously clasped between her teeth. He didn't speak he just continued to advance slowly on her one step at a time. His lust grew with every step he made and Branwyn retreated another step for every one he took, never taking her eyes off him. Branwyn jumped when her next step brought her against the wall. She glanced behind her and Raven closed the distance between them, bracing his hand on either side of her head, spreading his legs, and leaning into her so that when she looked back she was trapped and surrounded by him. "Hello." He leaned in so his face was inches from hers and let his breath caress her face. "What do we have here...?" He looked her up and down "Looks like I have caught myself a wench ready for the ravishing" his voice was low and dangerous but his tone was roguish. "Raven!" Branwyn tried to push him away but he caught her wrists and raised them above her head, pinning them to the wall with one hand. He deliberately looked down at the swells of her breasts exposed by the open neck of her nightgown. "Very ready" he said with a wicked laugh in his voice. Branwyn gasped which made her breasts swell more. "Mmmm" Raven murmured appreciatively "Do that again." He traced the tip of his index finger along the edge of her nightgown making her gasp again. "Mmmm, delicious ..." He drew his finger away and licked it slowly and provocatively. Leaning into her he kissed her ruthlessly as he dipped his moist finger between her breasts, drawing wet patterns on her skin. He plundered her mouth until she stopped straining against the grip on her wrists and was leaning into the kiss. With one final lick of her lips he withdrew leaving her blinking at him in confusion. He continued to trace patters on her skin. Watching closely he teased her by slipping his finger under the fabric briefly before retreating to caress her through the nightgown circling her nipples, stroking the sensitive outer curves and weighing her breasts in his hands. When she was arching her back, thrusting her breasts at him he leaned down to claim her lips again. Starting softly he slowly increased the heat of the kiss. Letting go of her hands he was pleased but unsurprised when she made no move to escape his ministrations. With out breaking the kiss he cupped both breasts in his palm, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger through the thin cotton of her nightgown. "More." she begged her body echoing her words. Releasing her lips from his possession he licked the curve of her breast and her indrawn breath pressed the flesh more firmly against his tongue. He started slowly with little flicks of his tongue his hands merely supporting the weight of her breasts, lifting them for his mouth till her breath was heaving in her chest. Cupping her breasts more firmly he pressed them together and ran his tongue down the valley created between them probing her flesh with his tongue. Slowly he travelled across the curves and took one of her nipples on his mouth sucking it through the fabric of her nightgown till the little bud had drawn tight with arousal and he could feel her body shift every time he suckled the sensitive flesh. Abandoning the first nipple he moved to its mate giving it the same attention as the first. He used his hips to pin her body to the wall when she began to move restlessly against him. Slowly, reluctantly he lifted his head from her body and looked at her. Her hands were still raised, pressed against the wall, still crossed at the wrists where he had held them. Her head and shoulders were pressed against the wall her eyes closed as she gave herself to the pleasure. Her back was arched making the fabric of her gown stretch across her breasts as she thrust them forward wantonly. Her nipples were brazenly displayed through the fabric surrounded by a dark circle of damp cloth. "Marry me!" Raven demanded of her, his hips grinding against hers. "I...What?" Branwyn answered almost before she understood the question, but when she did her softened brain seemed to snap back into focus. Raven was grinning at her roguishly "Marry me Little One... be mine" "I can't!" Branwyn struggled to remember all the reasons she couldn't join with him. "I see you need some more convincing" slipping his hand into the neck of her night gown Branwyn drew in her breath sharply. Raven smiled at her then pulled sharply on the fabric ripping it to her navel where the pressure of his hips against hers prevented the material form rending any further. The nightgown gaped lewdly exposing her to his gaze. Barely clinging to her shoulders the material framed her beautiful breasts letting the air cool her damp nipples making them harder for him. "How dare you?" Branwyn gasped bringing her hands down automatically to cover herself, but the aggressiveness of the action had caused a surge of moisture to pool between her legs. "It was in my way" Raven stated arrogantly making her gasp again. "Now what shall I do with you my naughty wench." He grasped her wrists placing the back against the wall above her head. He squeezed them gently and pressed them into the wall before releasing them, she immediately began to move to cover herself "Leave them there," he growled. Starting at the outer curves of her breasts he stroked upwards with the tips of his fingers, over her armpits making her jump and up the soft inside of her arms till he reached her wrists, he pressed them back into the wall. Releasing them he cupped her breasts and pressed her against the wall with his body letting her feel the power and tension in his body. Lowering his head slowly till his breath played over her lips letting her anticipate a kiss. Just as her lips parted slightly he moved but not to take her lips as she expected. Instead he tilted his head leaning close to her ear. "Mmmm you feel so good against me." He grinned rakishly and licked the tip of her ear with his tongue. "I'm not going to stop teasing you till you agree to marry me." He set his teeth against her ear and tugged gently on the lobe. When you tell me what I want to hear, I'm going to fuck you till you can't think of taking it back." Slowly he let his the tip of his tongue trail over her ear making her shiver. He licked his way from her ear to her throat caressing her with his tongue. He let it play in the hollow behind her ear and was gratified to feel her shiver it sent through her. "Sensitive?" He asked in a whisper so his breath strokes the moisture left by his tongue making her shiver again. He laughed when she merely nodded and pressed herself closer to him. He used his hands to cup her bottom angling her hips so that her heat ground onto his engorged flesh. Nipping her ear one last time Raven reclaimed her lips driving his tongue forcefully between her lips. He dominated the kiss pressing her back against the wall with his entire body. Branwyn resisted the kiss holding her body stiff against his attempting to resist his demands even as she resisted his body. Branwyn held herself firm refusing to give herself over to the kiss. She couldn't prevent her body's involuntary response to Raven. Her entire body yearned for him and he had her heart, he had since the first time he had touched her in the tower. His hands had been so gentle and his eyes so kind her heart had tumbled from her chest falling at his feet. It was only her mind that was holding out against him and she didn't know if it was strong enough to fight him alone. She didn't know whether she should marry him or not but she refused to be coerced into the decision. She could feel her body melting against his a fraction at a time and all the reasons why she shouldn't marry Raven seemed to matter less and less as her mind flooded with passion Raven could feel Branwyn's body relaxing slowly submitting to his but she continued to resist the kiss keeping her mouth passive under his. He wanted her mindless with desire. He leaned back so he could palm her breasts cupping their weight and caressing them gently at first with little teasing caresses. He gradually increased the intensity of his touch until her back was arched again pressing against his hands and her mouth was passionate under his. He smiled against her lips he doubted she even realised she had lost the battle as she writhed against him her body overwhelmed by sensation "Raven, Please" Branwyn begged sweetly. "What My Little One?" Branwyn blushed and the sight made him grin, "What do you want?" "Please..." she trailed off to embarrassed to speak her needs. "What Little Raven? What do you need?" He smiled at her shyness "Tell me" he demanded forcing her to voice her desires. "Please, my..." she bit her lip endearingly making his groin throb. "My nipples please touch my nipples" she choked out. Raven laughed delightedly. He had won but he wasn't going to satisfy them both just yet; teasing her was such sweet torture. Very gently he stroked her nipples and she groaned in frustration. "More, Raven please" She begged, smiling he obliged rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger tugging on the tight buds. "Mmmm" He groaned as she pressed her breasts harder into his hands. Rolling the hardened points between his fingers he increased her arousal till she was gasping with each new feeling. He tugged harder on the aroused flesh and Branwyn offered him more allowing him his desire with her body. Stepping back half a step he grasped the torn edges of her nightgown and tore it all the way to the hem. It hung from her shoulders framing her body displaying it to him. Cupping her ass he jerked her upwards and pressed her back into the wall. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and her arms snaked around his neck. Reaching back he locked her ankles together behind his back. Her arousal was pressed against the front of his trousers. He could see hints of her passion shining on her petals and glistening on the dark curls between her legs. He pressed her more firmly back against the wall and lowered his head slowly to lick the swell of her breast. Branwyn pressed her self against his tongue offering him her breasts. The action tilted her hips more and pressed her weeping desire against him her petals separating so he could feel her heat through his trousers. Her core rubbed against him as she shifted under his ministrations spreading her warmth over the front of his trousers and making him harder. Unable to resist he took her breast into his mouth curling his tongue around her nipple. "Mmmm, you taste so good" he murmured as he shifted from one breast to the other. He caressed her with his tongue, nibbling gently on her flesh till she was trembling against him. He straightened to look at her; her eyes were slumberous and heavy with passion. Her back was arched provocatively and her skin was flushed with desire. Her lips were half parted as she panted struggling for breath. As he watched her pink tongue flicked out and stroked over her lips. A bolt of desire shot to his groin making his hips thrust against her. "Marry me!" He demanded of her, but before she could answer he swooped down to steal her lips. He nipped on her lower lip before sucking on it gently to soothe away the marks left by his teeth. He released her mouth briefly. "Say yes, Little One. Share my life." He licked her lips " listen to your body, listen to your heart." He claimed her lips again afraid of her answer. Branwyn ripped her lips from his and Raven closed his eyes waiting for her response. Even if she let her fears win he wouldn't give up. She was his in every way and he had to change her mind. Branwyn looked at Raven, he was holding her up and pressing her against the wall. She could feel his arousal pressing against her hot centre through his trousers. Ravens eyes were closed so she couldn't see his emotions but the hands that cupped her ass were tense and his back straight, shoulders stiff. Branwyn stroked her hands over his shoulders and down his chest. She paused when she felt it heaving under her hands. Surprised she pushed on his chest. She wanted to be standing on her own two feet when she answered him. She didn't want him to think it was just passion talking. Ravens hands clenched as if he wouldn't let go and she winced as his fingers dug into her tender flesh. Raven opened his eyes at her sharp breath and cursed the pain he saw flare in her eyes. Hastily he stepped away from the wall and lowered her to her feet. Her knees shook and threatened to buckle. Raven automatically reached out to steady her. "Branwyn..." he began slowly. Branwyn looked up at him and made up her mind. He was hers just as she was his and that was al that mattered. "Raven she interjected before he could say any more, "Yes" "We belong together, don't let your brother ruin our lives. " he stopped and looked at her, "Yes?" "Yes," she repeated happily "We belong together, I want to share your life. I want everyone to know I am yours!" Raven stared at her fore a second and she shifted uncomfortably, Her torn nightgown slipping off her shoulders to catch on her wrists hanging behind her. With a glad cry Raven caught her by her waist and swung her around landing a kiss on her lips, gathering her into his arms. He held her close against his body, his hands stroking down her arms pausing briefly to push the tattered remains of her nightgown to the floor. "Thank you!" he whispered against her lips taking her hands in his. Branwyn smiled. With a tug on her hands he wrapped them around his neck. She snuggled against him burrowing her nose in his neck contentedly. Raven growled and dropped his hands to her waist jerking her up into his arms. His Little One may be content but he was far from satisfied. He strode purposely across the room towards the bed. Branwyn was amazed by Ravens abrupt changes in mood, she was off balance and a little nervous unsure of what to expect next. Branwyn gasped as Raven seemed to toss her from his embrace and all the breath fled her lungs when she landed heavily on the soft bed. Raven stared at her for a long moment making her more nervous before he knelt beside her on the bed. His fingers trailed softly across her forehead and over her cheekbones, briefly stroking her nose before smoothing across her lips. He pressed gently against the centre of her lips till they parted and his finger dipped into her mouth brushing along her tongue. Hesitantly Branwyn sucked on the invading digit drawing it further into her mouth watching Raven's eyes as she did so. His eyes widened as she drew his finger between her lips and curled her tongue around it. His other hand framed her face his thumb stroking the corner of her mouth. His face was tight, his lips pressed together and his eyes were fixed intensely on her mouth. The Raven and the Tower Ch. 03 Raven almost lost it when Branwyn innocently sucked on his finger. Her eyes watched his seeking approval but he couldn't give it to her, he was too busy hanging on to the shreds of his control. Reluctantly he withdrew his finger from the warm haven of her mouth. He stroked the moisture over her lips making them glisten. He stroked a path along her jaw and down her neck brushing over her pulse and along her collarbone to the hollow of her throat. Raven focused his eyes on his finger but he could feel her eyes fixed on his face watching him carefully. His finger continued down tracing abstract patterns on her skin. His finger dropped between her breasts and he circled it around them spiralling in to one nipple then reversing and spiralling out again to the other nipple. His finger paused briefly toying with her nipples then continued to wander over her belly mapping her skin. Just when Branwyn thought he couldn't bear it anymore, Raven's eyes snapped to hers. There was a fierce light in his eyes and Branwyn bit her lip nervously. Leaning over the bed Raven looked directly into her eyes. "Mine!" she heard him growl just before his teeth replaced hers in worrying her lip. His tongue thrust into her mouth in a brutal possession. As he devoured her mouth, his hands moulded her breasts squeezing them together and lifting them. Tearing his mouth form hers he looked at her chest and smiled. "Mine!" he growled again before attacking her breasts with the same intensity as he had her mouth. Sucking hard on the tender flesh he drew one nipple into his mouth. His tongue claiming the tight bud his teeth tugging on it gently. He moved from one breast to the other revelling teasing the swollen buds and claiming them as his own. When she was arching into every pull of his mouth he crawled lower on the bed his tongue tracing over her stomach. "Mine!" he growled staring at the triangle of sable curls at the apex of her thighs that shielded her from his view. Parting her legs with his shoulders he looked at her until she squirmed uncomfortably. He pressed his hands under his bottom lifting her hips and spreading her open with his thumbs. She was glistening with arousal. With one slow lick of his tongue he gathered the dew that slicked the petals of her cunt and tasted her. She tasted of cream and sweetness. She writhed under him as his mouth moved over her teasing her petals between his lips sucking on the moist flesh and rejoicing in her taste as he claimed her passion as his own. He pushed her hips higher and took his fill licking and suckling on her sensitive flesh until he had to use his hands to hold her still for his mouth. "Please ... no more" Branwyn pleaded, "It's too much!" she panted her body thrashing about on the bed. Only his hands on her hips held her still Raven grinned wickedly and continued his sweet torture. He turned his head to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and sucked on the flesh he found there marking her before returning to her weeping core. "Mine" he repeated. Releasing one of her hips he deliberately drove two fingers inside her even as her mouth closed over her clit and he sucked strongly. Branwyn felt as if she had shattered. Her body was flying apart and Raven was the source of her explosion. Sensation radiated from where he plundered her with his mouth and hands. Every nerve in her body tightened for one tense second then vibrated with sensation. Raven felt the muscles in Branwyn's tight sheath convulse around his fingers as her passion flooded his mouth making him groan. Still driving his fingers into her throbbing cunt he greedily drank her desire as it spilled from her body. As the tremors slowed in his Little Ones body, he let her hips settle to the bed. Reaching over his shoulders he tugged his shirt off tossing it across the room. Regretfully leaving her body he pushed himself off the bed and reached for the belt of his trousers. Branwyn's eyes flickered open when he moved and her lips opened to protest, but all words fled her mouth when she saw him reach for the belt of his trousers. Her eyes ran over his chest and down to where his hand pulled the belt form his trousers. She watched as he pulled open his trousers and peeled them down his legs. She had never really seen him nude before not when she had the chance to appreciate the view, slowly she rolled onto her knees and crawled down the bed till she could touch him. With hesitant fingers, suddenly nervous she traced his shoulders and down her chest his skin was smooth and firm under the inquisitive tips of her fingers She found the small flat discs of his nipples and rolled them between her fingers as he had done for her watching his face carefully for his reaction. His eyes opened wide and his lips thinned. She could see the tension in his jaw. Her fingers stilled and she worried her lip with her teeth. Maybe it didn't feel the same to him. His hands covered hers and his eyes met her tentative gaze. She could see the passion in them and her doubts left her. She continued to explore his chest feeling a little more confident. Every time she brushed his nipples his muscles tensed as if he was trying to restrain himself but Branwyn didn't want him restrained she wanted him as wild and vulnerable a she felt. Hesitantly her hands stroked lower, caressing his stomach and sides till she reached the thin line of hair that ran from his belly button to the curls surrounding his throbbing errection. With one finger she traced the line of hair all the way down his chest to the tip of his throbbing dick. She marvelled at the changing textures running her finger back and forth she tested them. The hair leading the way from his belly button to his groin was silky smooth coating his skin. It changes as she neared the apex of his thighs; the curls got thicker standing proud of his skin. The hair was springy and coarse caressing the base of his penis. Experimentally she ran her finger through the curls flattening them and watching them bounce back. Still with only one finger she explored his cock. The flesh was warm and smooth like silk over skin but it was unyielding. She rubbed her finger over the tip and Raven groaned. Eager to give him more pleasure she slowly curled her fingers around the base of his cock. She smiled when she felt him shudder but she didn't look up her entire focus was on the pulsing flesh between her hands. The sight of her pale fingers around the ruddy skin of his shaft was intriguing She stroked her hand softly over the warm throbbing length of him. Raven clenched his jaw. His Little Raven's innocent explorations were driving him crazy with lust. He couldn't take any more; he pushed her back onto the bed and followed her down covering her pouting lips with his own. His groin pressed against hers and he could feel her heat and moisture along his length. He lifted his upper body off her so that he was resting his weight on one arm. With his free hand he spread her legs bending them at the knees so that her hips cradled his. Positioning himself he lent down and took her lips thrusting his tongue into her welcoming mouth even as he tilted her hips and sheathed himself inside her. The both groaned at the sensation as he filled her. He lifted his head and looked down at her. "Your mine. I'll never let you go!" He said intensely. Branwyn smiled "Yours!" she agreed and licked her lips tasting him and herself on them. "Your mine" She added, " I love you!" Raven groaned and began to thrust himself inside her knowing she could take all of him, that she would accept anything he had to give and return it with passion. He felt her hips tilt, more taking him all deep within her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He lost all thought of finesse and timing and merely obeyed the instincts of his body. As he thrust in and out of her tight sheath Branwyn met him thrust for thrust, climbing higher and higher together. Branwyn felt herself falling her body imploding. Her fingers dug into Raven's shoulders as her body twisted under him. Raven felt Branwyn's climax and he couldn't hold back any longer. He had teased too long and driven himself too far past control to restrain his own release. Crying out her name he emptied himself inside her as he thrust inside her convulsing sheath. His seed spilled inside her and collapsed over her overwhelmed by the intensity of his passion. Gradually his body calmed subsiding in its demands till he lay quiet panting atop Branwyn. Branwyn made no movement as she lay beneath Raven her breathing gradually slowing down. She could still feel him inside her, softer but still formidable. The weight above her began to become uncomfortable as she tried to fill her lungs and her body began to complain of aches and pains acquired in her unaccustomed exertions. She stroked his back. Raven shifted and rolled off Branwyn, gathering her against his body. He pressed a kiss to her lips and smiled at her. "Mine" he said again softly, his voice tender. Branwyn smiled and reached up to touch his face. "Mine" she replied. Raven leaned in and kissed her again. When he released her, the look in his eyes was possessive. "Now we just have a wedding to plan!" Branwyn grimaced and Raven frowned. Branwyn looked away and he wondered if he was going to have to persuade her again. "I don't know what to do," she admitted hesitantly, "I've never been to a wedding!" Raven heaved a sigh of relief and hugged her comfortingly "I'll help" he said reassuringly " and I'll hire people to do everything for you." He kissed her forehead tenderly and they lay together sated and satisfied in each other's arms thinking about the future. ... To be continued... Thanks to Soron for encouragement and Gabriel for telling me it was good. Sorry for any errors.