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The Wolf and the Raven

By: darkgoddessnight



The night was lit by a half moon that hung low in the midnight velvet sky. Stars were scattered here and there upon the cloudless canvas, some bright, some dim, some large and others tiny. Kaylanna Ravenmoon sighed softly as she stood on the balcony watching the sky. The sound spoke worlds of her emotions. It was neither sad nor forlorn, but more heart worn than she would have cared to admit. She seemed as a part of the night itself, pale like the moon that shone down upon her, with dark curling hair and stars shining in her violet eyes. Tears shimmered there though they had yet to fall. She refused to cry, even though she had heard often enough that tears cleansed the soul. Finding one small star in the sky that seemed as lonely as she, she took a moment to make a silent wish.

"Wishing and wanting doesn't always get you what you want, Kaylanna," came a familiar voice from behind her that startled her from her reverie. She turned to find her brother leaning against the doorjamb looking nonchalant with his golden hair tasseled and a wolfish grin on his face.

"Darian, you are likely to scare me to death one day!" she exclaimed mockingly before leaning back against the railing of the balcony. "Why are you in my chambers at this late hour?"

Darian shrugged his shoulders. "I can feel your emotions all to well, my sister. I have not learned to control my empathy so well as to ignore your feelings, though often I wish I could."

Kaylanna lowered her head, her hair falling in a rivulet of ringlets around her face, hiding her features from view for a moment as she struggled to compose herself. Raising her violet gaze to meet her brother's green one, she spoke. "He has returned, Darian. He has returned and he still treats me as a brother would a sister. I wish that it were that he loved me as I have come to love him, but I doubt that shall ever be." Her lower lip trembled slightly with her words and she turned her back to Darian, trying to hide the tears that threatened to come forth.

"I doubt that is true, Kaylanna," Darian said, putting his arms on his sister's shoulders in comfort. "He is just unsure of how to approach you. After all, we did all grow up together and he did just come home from the war."

"Aye...but I wish that he would show some sign of his feelings...give me some hint of what he thinks. He has learned to control his emotions even better than you have, Darian."

"Mother is a good teacher," he stated matter of factly, which didn't seem to improve Kaylanna's mood one bit.

"Sometimes I wish she weren't. Before he went away, at least I could read him, at least I could most of the time. I thought..." Her words trailed off into nothingness and she let out another heavy sigh then shook her head. "It does not matter. What is, is."

"I will speak to him, Kaylanna. Perhaps he does not know how he is hurting you."

"Don't you dare, Darian. Twould put a rift between he and I if he does not return my affections."

Darian let out a sigh of his own before saying in a soft tone, "Very well...mayhaps you should try to get some sleep, then. It is well past midnight and mother is holding circle early tomorrow for Bethany's new child."

"I am too wound up to sleep...I think I will go for a walk in the garden. Perhaps it will clear my thoughts." With that, she strolled passed her brother into her room and picked up a white silk robe that was hung over the back of an armchair. She slipped into it as she walked out the door, wishing her brother a pleasant goodnight.

Her brother smiled to himself, shook his head then strode purposely to the door as well. If he had anything to do with it, his sister and his best friend would be handfasted by the next full moon.

Tyreon had been walking the parapet walls for nearly an hour. Too much was weighing heavily on his mind and as he paced the familiar wood and stone flooring memories of his boyhood flooded his thoughts. Happier times had been spent with his foster family, those who had taken him in when he had not a cent to his name. Now he was the lord of his own lands, his ancestral holdings having been returned to him while in service of King Larath. Before, he would never have thought to be capable of taking a lady of standing. Who would have wanted him, a lord in name only, other than the higher class merchant women of the surrounding towns and villages? Now he was prosperous and wanted by many of the ladies at court, but there was only one that he had his heart set on and she thought of him as a sister does a brother. He sighed heavily, his fingers combing through his dark brown shoulder length hair. For the first time in his life, he wasn't sure how to proceed.

The creak of a door opening at one of the towers brought him abruptly out of his thoughts and he quickly smiled at his dearest friend, Darian, as if to hide his rampaging emotions. "What brings you up here at this late hour?"

"I was about to ask you the same question," came Darian's amused answer. He closed the door behind him and went to stand next to Tyreon, overlooking the castle courtyard.

"I just needed to think." An unknown emotion crossed his features before his face turned, once again, into a steely mask.

"If you ask me, there is too much thinking going on in this castle this night."

"What makes you say that?"

"Kaylanna has been pining away in her chambers these last few nights and nothing seems to comfort her."

With concern clear in his voice, Tyreon asked, "Is milady alright? Has she been struck by some malady? Has someone done her some injustice?"

Darian smiled at this bombardment of questions and nodded his head at the last. "Aye, you could say that someone has done her some injustice."

"Who? Tell me, and I will alleviate the person of his head."

At this, Darian had to laugh. It was a happy sound that sounded odd in the quiet of the night. "Tis the man that she loves that has done her wrong, Tyreon."

"Oh," came Tyreon's semi-startled reply and he hung his head trying to hide his features as well as the disappointment in his voice. "She is spoken for then? That is good," he lied.

"Nae, she is not spoken for as of yet, though her heart has already been given away. It seems that the one she loves does not return her affections."

"Tis a fool who would turn down the affections of Kaylanna Ravenmoon. Who would be such an idiot?"

"It is you, Tyreon."

At this, Tyreon raised his head and looked at his friend as if he had just grown a second head and a third eye. "What?"

"Simply put, she's in love with you." The surprise that crossed his friends face was amusing if not refreshing. Tyreon had a way of hiding his thoughts and feelings making one wonder if he had any at all. Now it was obvious that he did. It was also obvious that he had lost his voice.

"So, are you going to separate your head from your body? If you are, I am sure mother would like to be present to observe. It will truly be an interesting show, although, you might want to do it the woods, you know how picky she is about cleanliness and blood can be very hard to clean up."

"What did you say?" Tyreon asked, not hearing any of Darian's sarcasm. He was still stuck on the idea that Kaylanna was in love with him.

"I said, are you going to separate your head from your..."

"No, before that you, twit!" Tyreon restrained the urge to strangle Darian for his cheerful attitude at such a serious moment. "About Kaylanna."

In a deliberately slow voice that Tyreon would be sure to understand. "She's...in...love...with....you..."

At that moment, when Tyreon's hands were about to reach out and shake Darian into his senses, Kaylanna strode into the courtyard below. Tyreon turned to watch her. Every move she made was graceful. The way she walked was poetry, the curve of her neck was like that of an elegant swan, and the hair that cascaded down her back was like a dark waterfall, perfect and beautiful. In the moonlight, she seemed to be a part of the night, an ethereal being that was too wonderful to exist.

She walked towards a white rose bush and bent to smell one of the full blooms. Her dark tresses fell over her shoulder, shielding her profile from view, but Tyreon's heart sped none the less. Could it be true? Could the woman he loves love him in return? He sent out a fervent prayer to the gods, asking them for their aid as Kaylanna plucked the rose from the bush and tucked it behind her ear.

As if feeling eyes upon her, she gazed up towards where Tyreon stood. She knew in an instant that it was him. Even though he was shadowed by the night and the darkness of the castle parapets, she knew. She knew his dark brown hair would be loose and falling against his shoulders, she knew his gaze would be a steely gray, and she knew his clothing would be simple but appealing none-the-less.

For a moment, the shadows seemed to dissipate and their eyes met. It felt as if an electric shock went through each of them at the moment of contact and it lasted for several long moments.

Darian took this moment to leave, silently. My work here is done, he thought to himself as he walked down the staircase towards his own quarters feeling most pleased with himself.

"Are you sure she is in love with me?" Tyreon asked his friend and when no reply came he turned to find Darian had disappeared. When he chanced to look at the courtyard once more, Kaylanna too was gone, leaving an ache in his heart.

Tyreon had stood outside Kaylanna's door for more than an hour trying to muster enough courage to knock. Though he had raised his hand several times, the courage remained elusive and he simply lowered his hand and waited, occasionally pacing and running his fingers through his silky hair. He wasn't even sure if she had returned to her chambers after leaving the courtyard but he had hoped that she would have. He couldn't understand how one woman, nearly half his size and 3 years his younger could possibly cause him to be so nervous.

Finally, and with much reluctance, he decided to simply turn the handle and walk on in. If she was there, she would likely be asleep and he could simply turn tail and run. That, however, was not the case.

Kaylanna sat on a window seat staring out into the night. She didn't seem to notice his entrance or did not seem to care if she had. Moonlight shone in through the window, leaving her half in shadow and half in light. She had forsaken her robe which was now hanging haphazardly over the back of a chair leaving her only wearing a thin silk nightgown that left little to the imagination. Kaylanna had also removed the rose from her hair and the stem laid on the still along with more than a dozen petals. He loves me...he loves me not...

Tyreon took in a deep breath and then cleared his throat, expecting her to look up. Instead, she said simply, "What do you want, Darian."

"Unless my name has changed without my knowledge, I am not Darian," was Tyreon's reply. At his voice, Kaylanna looked over her shoulder at him. I must have fallen asleep, she thought to herself as she gazed at the man she loved. Certainly, he wouldn't be in her chambers this late at night for any reason other than to grant her secret wishes that she only dreamed about.

"Why are you here, Tyreon?" She finally managed to ask as she realized this was indeed no dream.

Tyreon looked more than a little lost for words. Though he had stood outside her door and gone over what he might say to her several times, he could not bring himself to speak what he had rehearsed. "I could not sleep, milady. I thought mayhaps you were still awake." His voice sounded strained even to his own ears, and he gazed downwards, almost afraid to meet her eyes. "I am sorry to have bothered you," he apologized and started to leave.

"Tyreon..." Something about the raw emotion in her voice made him pause and turn back to her. She stood up slowly and it was obvious that she had been crying now that she was fully in the candlelight of the room. Tears streaked Kaylanna's pale skin and clung to her dark eyelashes.

His heart ached for her and without a second thought he closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. "Why do you cry, Kaylanna?" he asked softly, placing a kiss upon her forehead.

She took a moment, reveling in the feel of his embrace before saying barely above a whisper, "I fear the one I love does not love me in return."

"I think you must be wrong, Kaylanna." Finally the small amount of courage that he had entered the room with was growing and he thanked the gods for that favor. "I think the one you love loves you very much. I think he has been an idiot for not noticing your love for him sooner and I believe he is willing to pay dearly for his stupidity."

Kaylanna wasn't quite sure if she could believe what she was hearing. She wondered if the emotion lacing his voice was just a figment of her imagination or if it was true. She let out a soft sob against his shoulder, unable to help herself.

"Please, Kaylanna, my love, please don't cry. I cannot bear to think that I have caused you so much grief."

At hearing his endearments, Kaylanna raised her head, love shining obviously in her eyes as she met his gray ones. She wasn't sure what to say or how to say it but suddenly the words fell from her lips unbidden. "I love you, Tyreon," she whispered, "oh, how I love you." And once again, she laid her head against his shoulder, fearing even now that he would reject her despite everything that had just happened.

"You don't know how long I have waited for you to say that. I love you, Kaylanna," he whispered against her hair. He could not help inhaling her scent, memorizing how she felt against him, running his hands up and down her back. Though he tried, he was unable to keep himself from becoming aroused.

His emotions being more open to her empathic touch at the moment, she could feel his lust and it made her shiver in anticipation.

"Are you cold love?" he asked worriedly, misinterpreting her response. In answer, she lifted her head once again, and after but a moments thought, she leaned up on tiptoe and placed a kiss on his lips. It caught him off guard but he quickly returned the kiss, leaning down to meet her. His tongue teased at the seam of her lips before she opened to the intimate assault and her tongue shyly slid out to meet his. It was her first true kiss, and she was swept away on the tide of emotions that seemed to fill her small form.

Tyreon groaned deep in his throat. He had never thought to gain so much pleasure from something as simple as a kiss and he had always prided himself on holding back his emotions, but with this woman it was completely different. He was fully aroused now, and wanted nothing more than make love to this fair creature, but he tore his lips away and leaned his forehead against her shoulder, trying to catch his breath and force his body to do as he bid.

"I should go," he said in a hoarse voice. "Else, I may not be able to stop myself."

Kaylanna looked a bit dazed from being so thoroughly kissed. It took her a moment to understand what he meant and she blushed a pretty pink at the implication. "Aye, we should wait...My mother would throw a fit if she knew my maidenhead was breeched before I were handfasted..." She let her thoughts trail off and sighed softly.

"Aye," was all he said as he raised his head to look at her. She was beautiful, with the blush creeping up her neck to her cheeks and her lips full from his kiss. "Will you handfast with me Kaylanna?"

A bright smile slowly lit up her face as he asked her the question that she though he would never ask. "Aye, my love, I will handfast with you."

Tyreon thought his heart would burst from the sheer joy that was flowing through him and he kissed his future wife with such ardent fervor that Kaylanna thought for sure she would have some explaining to do come morning. "I love you, Kaylanna," he said when he finally broke the kiss then headed towards the door, afraid that if he stayed he would not be able to control himself.

"I love you too, Tyreon," she replied as he walked out the door and closed it behind him and she went to sleep soon after with many a pleasant dream.

The Wolf and the Raven Ch. 02



The following morning, the introduction ceremony for Leora Dawn Heartsong was performed. The child was only a week old but she looked on with wide blue eyes as she was shown to Goddess and God and all of nature. The child was passed around the circle, to each priest and priestess and all the well wishers, and each whispered their wishes for her in her tiny little ear. When she came to Kaylanna and she whispered, "I pray you find true love," the child cooed happily. When she was passed on to the next person and then the next she began to cry until she found the arms of Tyreon at which point she comforted herself by snuggling against him. Tyreon chuckled softly and whispered to her the same words that Kaylanna had, "I wish you find true love." He caught Kaylanna's eyes from across the circle and smiled to her before passing the child on into the loving arms of her mother. He had yet to speak with Kaylanna this early spring morning as she was a large part of the preparations. He was planning on speaking with her parents shortly about the handfasting. Though he knew they would grant him permission without a second thought, he was nervous and hoped that Kaylanna would be by his side when he asked.

Reena, Kaylanna's mother, was closing the circle, thanking God and Goddess and all the spirits and attendees for coming. "Blessed be!" she exclaimed and the others echoed with the same joyful tone, "Blessed be!"

As the circle dispersed, Tyreon made his way over to Kaylanna and she smiled shyly at him, lowering her gaze as the feelings of love and lust began to stir in her stomach at the simple sight of him.

"Hello, my love," he said for her ears only and bent to kiss her cheek. Instead, she turned her head and her lips touched his, standing in the middle of the ritual space, for everyone to see. He didn't care, not one bit, that everyone stopped to watch and cheer as her arm slid up around his neck and he held her in a tight embrace. It wasn't a long kiss, but it was long enough to let everyone know that Kaylanna now belonged to Tyreon.

"Well," came a familiar feminine voice from behind them and they let each other go, both looking a bit chagrined. "What have you to say for yourselves?"

"Reena...would you mind ever so much if I were to handfast with your daughter?"

The bright smile that lit up Reena's face was blinding. "It is about time you got around to it. I want some grandkids to spoil. You know, I always had a feeling the two of you would wed."

"What's going on?" Arowyn asked as he approached his wife and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. Reena smiled up at him. "It appears we are going to have two things to celebrate today. Tyreon and Kaylanna are going to be handfasted."

"Oh?" Arowyn asked, raising a single eyebrow in Tyreon's direction with a fatherly look that said 'she's still my little girl'.

"With your permission, of course, milord. I would wish your blessing on this."

"And if I didn't give you my blessing?" he asked, causing identical shocked expressions to mar the faces of Reena and Kaylanna as well as a series of gasps and guffaws from the surrounding crowd who had stopped to watch the goingons.

Without a second thought, Tyreon replied, "I would steal her away to my lands and wed her anyways."

Arowyn laughed heartily and clasped Tyreon on the shoulder. "Well said, my boy. Aye, you can handfast with her...but if you ever hurt her in any way, I will see your head on a pike in the courtyard."

Tyreon had no doubt that he meant what he said but smiled none the less. All his dreams seemed to be coming true within a short span of time, things that he thought would never happen.

Kaylanna smiled at her mother and father then gazed up at Tyreon, happiness shining brightly on her face. "When shall we be wed, my love?"

"By the next full moon," chimed in Darian from somewhere nearby. "I swore to the gods you would be!" He felt proud of himself for playing matchmaker and now both his best friend and his sister were taken care of. Two birds with one stone, he thought to himself, to be more precise, a wolf and a raven.

"That is just three days away, Kaylanna...what say you?" Tyreon asked, his arm wrapped about her waist and holding her close to his side.

To his surprise, her answer was, "Aye, I think I can wait that long," which caused all to fall into a merry fit of laughter that was followed by a grand feast, celebrating both a child destined for love and a pair who had already found it.

Kaylanna had retired to the library after many hours of enjoying the grand banquet, dancing and revelry. The sun was sinking quickly beyond the horizon and she needed to wind down after all the excitement before going to bed, else she would end up staying up all night as she had the night before. After thinking about it, she decided if things like what happened the night before could happen every night, she might just end up staying awake for the rest of her life. Sighing softly with a smile on her face, she opened one of her favorite books and leaned back into a plush armchair. After several pages, she began to drift to sleep without even realizing it.

Soon after, she was dreaming. It was a wonderful dream; warm arms were wrapped around her, carrying her light as a feather. A kiss was placed upon her forehead and she snuggled closer to the heat, wanting more.

Tyreon smiled to himself as, even in her sleep, she wanted closer. He had come to the library expecting to find some more information on handfasting ceremonies. Instead, he had found a sleeping beauty that was in need of a bed. He thought for a few moments about taking her to his own chambers and holding her close throughout the night, but he quickly dashed the thought and resigned himself to taking her to her own bed. Most of the household and revelers had dispersed to their placed within the castle and villages so he would not be question as to why he was carrying Kaylanna into her chambers at such a late hour. Even if they did question him, he wouldn't care. He was just happier than he had ever been in his life.

He managed to open the door with the toe of his boot. The room was pleasantly warm, a fire having been lit in the fireplace by one of Kaylanna's handmaidens, and the bed had been turned down in anticipation of her rest. He placed her gently in her bed and pulled the slippers from her feet. She whispered something unintelligible in her slumber and he smiled. Tyreon took a moment to simply look at her, from head to toe. Even in her sleep she was perfect. Her dark hair fanned out against the white linen of the pillows and one slender hand rested near her cheek. He tenderly caressed her cheek and neck with the tips of his fingers. He sighed softly, realizing that she would likely be uncomfortable wearing her day gown, but was reluctant to wake her up. After a few moments, he said softly, "Kaylanna, my love, you need to wake up and change into a night rail."

In her dreams, she could feel the gentle stroking of his fingers against her skin. To her it felt like a heated caress. Her nipples hardened and her breathing began to come quicker. Tyreon could see the change in her nearly as soon as it happened and it caused his manhood to tighten in response. He ignored it as much as was possible. "Kaylanna, please, dear heart, wake up."

"Aye, Tyreon," came her whispered reply though she didn't open her eyes. "Will you kiss me again?"

This caught him off guard and even though he knew she was still dreaming he leaned down and kissed her lips, softly, sweetly. Even in her sleep, she was kissing him back, her arms moving to wrap around his neck as he sat next to her on the bed. The kiss became more urgent and Tyreon could not help the path his fingers took to rest upon her ribs below her breast.

After a few moments, Kaylanna's waking thoughts began to stir. This is not a dream, her mind whispered, it is real, he is real. Her eyes fluttered open slowly to find him there and she pulled away from him reluctantly, blushing brightly to the tips of her pointed ears. There was an ache deep between her thighs and a stirring in her belly that made her want to continue kissing him, but she knew she should not. "Tyreon..." she breathed, not knowing what to say.

"Tis alright my love...," he said to her, looking a bit guilty. "I just wanted to wake you so you could change into a night rail," he explained. "It would certainly be more comfortable than the gown you are wearing."

The gown certainly did feel constricting at the moment. She would much rather be out of it than not and the thought made her blush even more with these new lustful feelings. She had dreamed many nights of how Tyreon might make love to her, but with such little experience she could only make things up. He had held her and kissed her in her dream world...anything beyond that was pure imagination.

Her emotions were emanating from her, and though Tyreon was not empathic like the majority of her family, he could feel her discomfort. "I am sorry love...I should go so you can change and rest." He bent to kiss her goodnight but it lasted far longer than he intended. It wasn't really his fault that he couldn't resist. Not when Kaylanna wrapped her arms so sweetly around his neck and held him there, not when she sighed against his lips in utter surrender, and not when she let out a soft moan as he slid his tongue between her lips to play with hers. Before he knew what he was doing, Tyreon was lying down beside her on the bed, his fingers unlacing the pretty lavender bodice of her gown and she was urging him on.

Tyreon left her lips to kiss her neck and shoulder as the bodice gave way beneath his deft fingers, followed quickly by the skirt. Soon the whole gown fell away revealing a filmy, lavender chemise that caused him to groan with want. He returned to her lips, devouring them in a passionate, all consuming kiss that made him feel as if he would spontaneously combust.

Kaylanna curled her fingers in his dark hair. She was restless, her body moving of its own accord as his fingers began to dance over her silk covered skin. His hands roved over her ribs and hips and then one slid to rest on her stomach. When his lips finally left hers, she moaned softly from the loss, but then he was kissing the tops of her rounded breasts, his tongue flicking out to taste her pale skin. When his lips covered a cloth covered pink nipple, she gasped from the shock of pleasure, her back arching upwards causing her breast to slide further into his mouth.

One hand slid up to cup her other breast, his thumb smoothing back and forth over the taut bud in a feather light caress.

"Tyreon..." She moaned his name and it brought him abruptly back to his senses. What was he doing? Certainly, they were to be wed, but he could not deflower her as of yet. As a lady of rank, it would be expected for her virginal blood to spill upon their sheets on their first night as man and wife. If there was none, there would be gossip and she would suffer for it. He groaned again, this time in frustration as he let her breast fall from his lips.

"I must go my love; else I will ravish you this night." He tried not to look at her. He was afraid that if he did he would be unable to tear himself away. Instead, he started to stand.

She grabbed his arm, causing him to pause, and he did look at her then despite his better judgment. She was beautiful, with her raven hair tousled and her lips pouting and full from his kisses. Her eyes spoke of secret pleasures he had yet to dream of and it almost undid him.

"Love...Tis for the best."

"You make me ache for you, Tyreon..." she said softly, blushing even as she did so, though she didn't take her gaze from him.

His manhood throbbed painfully in his breeches, but he mentally girded his desire. It was going to be a hard night, he thought as he caressed her cheek. "I will take away that ache, my love..." His voice was rough with need as he leaned down once more and kissed her lips again softly. "I will take away that ache but nothing more."

Then his hand was caressing her leg as his lips ventured down to her neck. He placed an open mouthed kiss on her throat and his tongue felt wonderful against her skin. Her hands gripped his hair once more, afraid he would flee and leave her with this urgent need that had to be satisfied.

Again, his lips sought her breast and closed around her nipple. He could suckle there for a lifetime, he thought, as his fingers ventured up the inside of her leg. Of their own accord, her thighs fell apart, giving him access to her most secret of places. His fingers slid further upwards, barely grazing her feminine petals, and she cried out with the jolt of pleasure that was suddenly sent through her.

She was wet and ready for him and he groaned as he dipped his fingers between her female lips. He teased her for a moment before he brushed against her hardened bud. He started to stroke her and was rewarded with her fervent pleas, begging him to continue and then to stop and then to continue again.

Her hips were moving beneath his seeking hand and she wasn't sure if she was floating or falling. Kaylanna began to tremble from her built up desire and when his mouth left her breast she begged for more. He simply slid down her body and pushed her chemise up to her waist, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, but she didn't care.

Tyreon raised her legs and placed them on his shoulders and when she asked what he was doing, innocence tingeing her voice, he simply said, "Curing your ache, milove." His tongue found her female opening and she cried out, her hips bucking from this new assault on her senses, but he held her down with one arm draped across her stomach and lapped at her juices, believing it to be the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He worshipped her with his tongue and finally closed his lips over her bud. He sucked on it, his tongue circling it over and over again as one finger slid into her opening. Gods, but she was tight, fitting his finger like a well made glove. He had barely pressed in up to his second knuckle when he felt her barrier and so he stopped and worked it out and then back in again, careful not to breech her maidenhead.

"Please...oh please, Tyreon...I can't...." she chanted incoherently as her body was awash with pleasure.

He lifted his head only long enough to say, "Yes you can, my love...reach for it...I will give it to you." His tongue went quickly back to work, finding all her most sensitive places before his lips clamped down once more on her bud.

The orgasm rushed through her with such unexpected pleasure that she cried out his name over and over again, unable to contain her joy. Her back arched off the bed as one wave of pleasure after another crashed over her, threatening to drown her in perfect bliss. Tyreon knew it the moment she came as a gush of fresh liquid heat spurted from her body. He had seen such a wondrous phenomenon only once before and he smiled to himself knowing she had enjoyed this new experience thoroughly. He continued to lap at her, savoring her flavor, as she slowly floated down from the heavens.

When her last tremor abated, he lifted his head and slid up her body. Kaylanna's eyes were closed, her lips open slightly, her breath coming in short pants. "Is the ache gone now, my love?" He asked softly as one hand caressed her cheek. "Aye," she answered, opening her eyes. They were darker than normal, bright purple with a silver rim around the iris and he smiled, knowing it was her elven heritage coming through, and then frowned slightly.

"What is it?" She asked, wondering for a moment if she had did something wrong.

"Tis your eyes my love..."

"What about them?" She asked and then it suddenly occurred to her. "Oh..."

"Aye, they will give us away if they do not change back before breakfast."

"I am not sure that they will...the effects of...of what we just did...could last for days, or so I have been told. Maybe no one will notice."

Tyreon laughed softly, laying down beside her and pulling her to him. "Oh, they will notice, my love. Such beautiful eyes could not get by without being seen."

Kaylanna blushed brightly and reached down to straiten her chemise. "I could tell my maid that I am sick and wish to stay in my chambers today. Otherwise, my mother will believe I lost my maidenhead and she will be angry, even if it is to my husband to be."

"Aye," he agreed then, without warning, reached into his breeches and readjusted himself. He was becoming quite uncomfortable, and after what they had just shared, he didn't think she would mind.

She blushed brightly as she realized what he had done but what she said was unexpected. "Do you ache as I did, milove?"

"Aye, but I can wai..." His voice trailed off into a gasp as her fingers caressed him through his breeches. "Gods, what are you doing to me?" He asked in painful pleasure as his arousal was fully renewed.

Feeling extremely embarrassed, she withdrew her hand. "I am sorry, love...I shouldn't have...I mean, I thought maybe..." Tyreon silenced her ramblings with a passionate kiss that left them both wanting more.

"I want you so badly right now, Kaylanna, sometimes I fear I will die from wanting you. Do not ever fear touching me, my love, in any way you wish, but know, I cannot be held accountable for my actions if you tease me too much."

"Oh," she said softly, then in a shy voice that caused her cheeks to flame, "I thought perhaps I could make your ache go away as you did mine."

Tyreon groaned and leaned back into the pillows of the bed then took her hand and placed it over his cloth covered manhood. He was so hard from just watching her earlier climax that he thought he might burst at any moment. She touched him shyly at first and then with more boldness as he moaned with pleasure. Soon, her fingers were untying the laces of his breeches and he sprung free from the restraining clothes.

It was much larger than she had expected it to be and her eyes widened in surprise. She barely touched it with her fingertips and he jerked from the skin on skin contact, causing her to take her touch away.

"No," he managed in a voice rough from passion, "please, don't stop."

Gently, she stroked him, marveling at how he felt. "It is as if a velvet sheath has been placed over steel," she whispered more to herself than to him and he chuckled softly at her comment. With curious fingers, she pulled back his foreskin, noting how he tensed as she did so. Liquid was already dripping from the tiny opening she found and she ran her thumb over the head, spreading the moisture over the tip.

"Like this, love," he finally said after a while of her explorations. He took her hand and showed her how to grip his hardened member then how to move it from the base to the head and back again. It felt wonderful and when he finally let her hand go she continued on her own causing him to let out a long moan of pleasure.

He knew he wasn't going to last long, having thought about this moment for most of his adult life. His sacs tensed with each movement her fingers took, and she noticed this, stopping her ministrations momentarily to touch the soft skin with curious fingers, eliciting a groan from him.

She glanced up from her seeking hands to gaze upon his face. His expression looked almost pained and a look of worry crossed her features. "Are you alright, love?"

"Aye," he managed to say, his cock twitching against her fingers as she began to move her hand on him again. Unexpectedly, she leaned down and placed a kiss against the head of his manhood and his fingers clawed at the sheets, trying desperately to make this experience last.

When her mouth opened and tentively closed her lips around the very tip of his cock he reached down and curled his fingers in her hair, pulling her away. His other hand grabbed his cock and tightened his fingers around the base to keep from coming.




The Wolf and the Raven Ch. 02



"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, looking fearful.

"Nae, my love...you did nothing wrong...I just wanted to warn you that you may not like the taste...I didn't want you to be surprised by it."

"Oh..." she said, although she didn't really understand what he meant. "Do you want me to continue?"

"Gods yes," he said, pressing himself back against the pillows. His fingers lingered in her hair, curling against the back of her head as she lowered again to take him into her mouth. Moisture was leaking earnestly from the tip now and she swirled her tongue around the head. She understood what he meant by the taste now, or at least, she thought she did. She didn't find the taste unpleasant at all, a bit salty, but not unpleasant.

His hand pressed gently against the back of her head, and she took the queue, taking as much of him into her mouth as was possible. "Aye, my love, like that," he managed to say between gasps of pleasure, his hand guiding her back up with a gentle tug on her hair and then pressing back down until she had a comfortable rhythm.

Suddenly, he tensed, his hips bucking slightly though he tried desperately to control his movements as a loud moan of pleasure escaped him. "Oh, Gods...Kaylanna!" His seed overflowed her mouth in spurts and she managed to swallowed most of it, although, due to her innocence, she hadn't been expecting it. She could feel the pleasure radiating from him in waves and knew he had reached his peak. She would know next time what that entailed.

She lifted her head and wiped at the corner of her mouth with the sleeve of her chemise. Her eyes were a bit wide with surprise as she gazed down at her betrothed. Another blush creped up her neck and highlighted her high cheekbones as he smiled lopsidedly at her.

Tyreon pulled her down to him, hugging her close and stroking her back. "Thank you, my love," he whispered against her neck before placing a kiss there, causing the pulsing ache to return to her body. She never knew that such a simple touch could arouse her with such quick efficiency. If she wasn't careful, they would have much embarrassing explaining to do. At her sudden stiffness, Tyreon leaned his head back to gaze at her face. "Are you alright, Kaylanna?"

She managed a small smile at him, "Aye, love...although perhaps we should nae have done this."

A stricken look crossed Tyreon's features. "Are you regretting this already?"

"Oh no, my love, 'tis not that," she said laying her head against his chest. "I simply am not sure that I will be able to wait three more days."

To this, he chuckled happily and wrapped his arms tighter around her. "Only two more days love, 'tis past midnight. And we will be better for the waiting...I promise, I will give you as much pleasure as I possibly can."

"Aye, that is what I am afraid I cannot wait for."

They spent another hour in each other's arms, speaking of the future and how soon after the wedding they would leave for his keep. He told her of the people there, of the friends who had come home from the war with him and those who wished to take residence in his lands. He had spent the first three months of his time back from his service at his keep, sorting out the problems there that had arisen over the years. He hadn't been there since his parent's death. He had only been four years old when the sleeping sickness took them. Tyreon had been one of the lucky ones to survive, but everything else had been taken from him.

In his absence, lords from around the area hand encroached on his holdings. He thought he would have a time of having them removed, but rumors of his prowess in battle had proceeded his coming and the nobles had turn tail and run, giving him large amounts of gold and goods as 'rent' for their staying.

Kaylanna found this part amusing, as she had always considered Tyreon to be a large teddy bear instead of a hero of war. She told him of the many suitors who had come calling for her after her womanhood ceremony while he was gone, and he laughed as she told him how they regarded her father. Arowyn wasn't one to give his daughter up for courting easily, and with his impressive visage and a sword always at hand, most of them had run off the first day.

Soon after, Kaylanna drifted off to sleep and Tyreon was content to just hold her close to him until morning began to drift in through her window. With a kiss on her forehead and a whispered, "I love you," he slipped out of her room, a smile on his face.



The Wolf and the Raven Ch. 03



Darian's night had been a restless one. Erotic visions had intruded upon his dreams and caused him to awaken several times in a much aroused state. As the sun peaked over the mountains in the east, he opened his eyes wearily to the day. After contemplating his dreams for a short while, it suddenly occurred to him that they were likely some sort of empathic overflow. He digested this thought slowly as he untangled himself from the sheets and sat up, his hands running over his face and through his sleep tousled blond hair. After a few more moments of reliving the past few days' events, he realized that his sister was probably to blame.

Dressing quickly, he made his way down the hallway towards Kaylanna's chamber. As he approached, the door opened and out stepped Tyreon, looking as happy as a cat who had just stolen the best cream. Darian wasn't sure if he should congratulate his friend for his conquest or challenge him to a dual to defend his sister's honour. In the end, he simply crossed his arms across his chest and waited for Tyreon to notice him.

Tyreon closed the door quietly behind him and took two strides before realizing Darian was there, looking at him with a blond eyebrow arched in accusation. There wasn't really much he could say for himself, having been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, so to speak, so he simply said, "Good morrow."

"Is it then?" came Darian's terse reply. "And what is it that has you so cheerful...or need I ask?"

"Her maidenhead is still in tact, if that is what you are asking, Darian." There was a smile behind his friend's voice that made Tyreon want to grin even more but he managed to keep his expression impassive. Well, almost.

"Very well then," Darian replied, looking relieved. "Otherwise Mother would be tossing a fit for the next month and we would never hear the end of it."

"Aye...well..." Tyreon rubbed the back of his neck with one hand in a nervous gesture. "I don't think Kaylanna will be coming out of her room for most of the day."

"Why wouldn't she?"

Tyreon was silent for a moment, then sighed in resignation. "'Tis the elven blood that runs in your family."

"Her eyes, then?" Darian shook his head as Tyreon nodded. "You just couldn't wait three days could you?"

"Actually...she couldn't wait for three days, if you must know...but as I said, her maidenhead is still in tact, so there are no worries. I just pray her eyes fade sooner than later, though, else Reena will definitely think that we have coupled before our vows are spoken."

"Considering that you are my friend...and that I love my sister as I do...I will help you out. Mother wanted to go to the village today and pick up a few things for the handfasting. I will do my best to ensure that she stays away from Kaylanna for as long as needed. It should fade within 6 hours, or so has been my experience," Darian grinned, his green eyes flashing.

"Thank you, my friend," Tyreon said, smiling. "Kaylanna wasn't sure how long the effects would last. She said that it could take days to wear off."

"Aye, it can at that; however, it depends on what is done and how often. If you have noticed, Father's eyes are never very pale. That is one of the apparent joys of marriage."

Tyreon chuckled heartily at the suddenly annoyed look that fixed itself on Darian's face. "Do not worry my friend; I am sure that you will find someone soon. After all, if it wasn't for you, I and Kaylanna would never have known of our mutual love for one anther. The Gods certainly should reward for that kind of good deed."

"If the Gods wish to reward me, I hope they bless me with a harem." They both laughed about this then bid each other a good day. Certainly, it had started out well enough.

Kaylanna did not awaken until the sun was well in the sky. She stretched languorously then reached her hand across the bed, her fingers unconsciously seeking Tyreon but all she found was empty space. His absence caused her to sigh and she rolled to her back, staring at the cealing. She missed Tyreon's warmth beside her already and they had only spent one night together. Two more days, she told herself, and then they would finally belong to each other fully. She smiled to herself as she rose and looked into the mirror. Her eyes had faded somewhat although the silver rim still remained. It would be a while before she felt completely safe to leave her chambers.

The maids had come and gone this morning and she remembered telling them that she didn't feel well and not to disturb her until she rang for them. They had laid out a gown for her, a simple cream chemise and a black over tunic. She contemplated getting dressed but decided instead that she would rather have a bath. She walked into her personal bathing chamber and began running water into the large round tub. Indoor plumbing was a decadence in Eritan, very uncommon, and something that she much enjoyed. The water came in from a natural underground spring and was clean and fresh, although cold to the point of being frigid. She placed a few logs in the stove beneath the tub and used a tinderbox to light it. It would take a while for it to heat but it would be well worth the wait.

She took the time to undress and smile at herself in the full length mirror that hung on the wall. She could see the marks of her night's activities and relived the intimate moments she had shared with her love the night before. A purple love bite stood out in sharp contrast against her pale breast and a few lighter ones were on her stomach and thighs. She would need to be careful to hide them from her maids as well as from her mother as she was sure Reena would be present at her fittings.  

Despite her worry, Kaylanna had never felt so wonderful, so wanted and loved than she had the last few days. She was eager to find out what else lay in store for her from life as a taken woman. She was excited, nervous and frightened all at the same time. The wedding would mean that she would be leaving Ravenmere castle, her family and her friends, the entire life she knew. It would also mean that she would be in charge of her own home and that she would be the one hosting rituals and celebrations for the people who lived on Tyreon's land. Luckily, her mother had taken the time to prepare her well in that aspect of married life.

As she sank into the warm water of her bath, she sighed. She wondered about the other part of married life. The part that would happen in the privacy of their bedchamber. She knew last night was just a taste of what was to come in their marriage bed and it made her tingle just to think about it. Kaylanna lathered her hair with lavender scented soap, scrubbing her scalp and tresses before moving onto the rest of her body. Her fingers lingered on those places that Tyreon had touched and smiled in remembrance as her fingers trailed between her thighs to touch that secret place she hadn't realized she had. How could touching one tiny nubbin cause so much pleasure? She didn't really care how but was glad that it did. Considering the talk amongst the maids, she had thought that those acts were seemingly unpleasant. She was happy they had been proven wrong by Tyreon's skillful hands and lips.

After rinsing the suds from her soft skin and soaking in relaxation for quite a long while, she slipped out of the tub and picked up a glass bottle of perfumed oil which she rubbed into her wet skin. Her imagination took off as she pictured her beloved doing this for her, touching her in all her sensitive places. By the time she was done with this normally mundane task, she was glowing with anticipation of their wedding night. She dried her hair briskly with a soft towel and pinned it loosely to the top of her head with an ivory comb. Wrapping another towel around her body, she stepped into her bedchamber, intent on dressing for luncheon.

Kaylanna had just picked up the chemise her maids had laid out for her when a soft knock sounded at her door. "Who is it?" she automatically called out, looking towards the door.

"It is I, milove," came Tyreon's voice from beyond the entry. Her heart leapt in her chest as her body reacted in memory of the night before. A blush crept up her neck to her cheeks, highlighting her high cheekbones with splashes of color. "May I come in?"

She chewed on her lower lip a moment, wondering if she should make him wait for her to dress before entering. It would certainly be more appropriate. But then again, they were to be married, and he had seen her in much less the night before. In the end, she tightened the towel around her and said, "Aye, love, you may enter."

Tyreon opened the door, a smile lighting up his normally dark features, and stepped into the room. The look on his face changed suddenly from happiness to surprise as he saw her standing there, fresh from her bath, wearing nothing but a towel that clung tightly to her damp skin. The site made him harden instantly and the tight breeches he wore made him sorely uncomfortable. His eyes roved hungrily over her from head to toe, devouring the site of her. The tops of her breasts peeked out above the towel, a few droplets of water clinging like dew to the flesh there. He wanted nothing more than to find every tiny bead with his tongue then sprinkle more water on her so he could start over. The towel came only to the middle of her thigh allowing him a good view of her long, lean legs and caused him to have a sudden vision of them wrapped around his waist.

Kaylanna tugged ineffectually at the bottom of the towel, causing her breasts to be further revealed, upon which, she tugged it back upwards, and then just stood still, looking thoroughly embarrassed. She was beginning to think not getting dressed first was an extremely bad idea.

He gave her a wolfish grin. "I see your eyes have faded," he told her, hoping to ease some of her discomfort.

"Aye," she agreed. "I wasn't sure they ever would. I can only wonder what they will look like after we are married." At her own words, she seemed to brightened even more, if such a thing was possible. She had a habit of blurting out whatever came to mind without thinking about it. She was going to have to learn not to in his presence lest she die of being constantly flustered.

Tyreon stepped closer to her, his lips turned upwards in amusement. "I think you are lovely when you blush," he said, his voice husky with need. It was taking every ounce of his will not to tear the towel from Kaylanna's body, toss her on the bed and ravish her. That was what the unscrupulous warrior in him was telling him to do, begging and pleading with him to do. He managed to hold that warrior at bay, promising to let him have full reign in a few days.

She smiled at his comment as a sliver of boldness found its way into her. With her eyes affixed on the obvious bulge in his pants, she whispered, "Aye, I see you do."

The naked desire that shone in her eyes caused his breath to leave him momentarily. She raised his eyes to his and he found it impossible to think when she looked at him like that. Closing the distance between them, he wrapped his arms around her tiny form and found her lips with his. She let out a startled gasp that was swallowed by his seeking mouth then moaned softly as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. She fit so perfectly against his body. They were made for each other; there was no other explanation for it. His tongue teased against her lips and she opened for him, sliding her own out to meet his.

Kaylanna could feel the state of his arousal as it pressed against her thigh and stomach and she moaned softly before tearing her lips away from his. "We can't," she managed to say between breaths as she rested her forehead against his shoulder.

"I know...I am sorry love...I couldn't help myself." He ran his hands gently up and down her back before simply hugging her to him and trying to forget about his throbbing cock. "I brought you something."

"Oh?" she raised her head, her eyes still alight with her passion and now with curiosity.

"Aye." He reluctantly let her go and reached into a pouch that hung from his belt. From it, he extracted a silver ring which he held up for her examination. The large teardrop shaped amethyst caught the light and bounced it off the tiny diamonds that surrounded it. It was one of the most beautiful rings Kaylanna had ever seen and her eyes grew wide as her mouth formed an 'O' of surprise.

"It is beautiful, Tyreon! Where did you ever find such a ring?" She asked, holding out her hand so he could slip it on her finger. It fit perfectly and she tilted her hand from side to side watching it glint in different ways.

"I found it in Thanador about two years ago...it reminded me of you so I bought it and carried it around with me...It matches your eyes." For some reason, he felt silly revealing that to her and he rubbed the back of his neck as he always did when he was nervous.

"Thank you, Tyreon," she said and hugged him tightly without warning. "I love you."

"I love you too, dear heart," he said wrapping her in a tight embrace. Just then Kaylanna's stomach let out a hearty rumble. She hadn't eaten all day, and she was famished. She blushed and Tyreon chuckled, which led to Kaylanna laughing herself. "May I escort you to lunch, milove?" He asked her with a teasing glint in his steel gray eyes. "We wouldn't want you to waste away before our wedding night."

This earned him a playful smack on his arm and he feigned severe pain, clutching at the spot with his 'good hand'. "Forsooth, the lady wounds me gravely!" She took an ominous step towards him. The towel she wore took that very moment to come undone and slip precariously low, revealing a taught pink nipple before she caught it and clutched it to her chest.

"Would you mind waiting outside a moment?"

He chuckled at this and stepped out into the hallway. Two more days, he thought...just two more days.

Though it seemed like forever the next day passed fairly quickly. Reena kept Kaylanna fully busy with preparations for the handfasting. The dress had to be fitted, flowers had to be picked and arranged, candles had to be anointed with special oils, herbs and salts had to be mixed, guests had to be invited and brought in, and so very much more. Kaylanna barely got to see Tyreon at all and she didn't seem to get a minute alone either. She never realized how frustrating planning a handfasting could be and she would be glad when it was all over for more than one reason.

"Kaylanna, are you listening to me?" her mother's voice intruded on her thoughts. They had been discussing the ritual itself when Kaylanna had drifted into daydreams, imagining all the wonderful things that would come from being married. She was tired of the preparations, the details, the well wishers and her mother. She was in need of a break.

"I am sorry, Mother, I am just tired," Kaylanna said, sighing softly to herself. "I think I have it down, it really isn't that hard to remember. As long as Tyreon can do his part everything should be fine."

Reena sat down on the garden bench next to her daughter and wrapped her arm around her slumped shoulders. "Aye, everything will be better than fine. It will be perfect, I have no doubt."

"Aye, I just wish it wasn't so draining. This is nearly as bad as preparing for Yule. You would think as the bride I would get a bit of rest."

"Didn't you know there is no rest for the wicked?" Darian asked as he walked up the trail towards the clearing they sat in. Beside him was a familiar form and Kaylanna squealed in happiness as she jumped up from her seat and ran towards her cousin, Anaia. Anaia let out an identical squeal of joy and they collided in a warm hug. Darian covered his ears at the girlish giggles and high pitched screams of happiness. "Egads ladies, must you do this every time you see each other?"

"Aye," they said simultaneously which threw them into another fit of laughter. "I wasn't sure you were going to make it," said Kaylanna looking over her cousin from head to toe. Anaia was only a bit shorter than Kaylanna, her ears more pointed and her features sharper from her full elven blood. They shared the same violet eyes and dark hair and could have easily been mistaken for sisters. The major difference between them was Anaia's bulging belly. She was going on seven months pregnant.

"I wasn't sure I was going to make it either. Letherius didn't think it was a good idea for me to travel by portal in my condition but I convinced him otherwise."

"You are simply glowing, Anaia! Look at you!" Kaylanna said rubbing her cousin's protruding stomach. Much to her surprise she felt a sharp movement within press against her hand, causing her to gasp.

"That means it likes you," Anaia said laughingly, her eyes twinkling with mirth at Kaylanna's awe.

"Don't I get a hug?" Reena asked as she made her way over to the small group.

"Oh aye, Reena. I didn't mean to forget you!" The ladies embraced happily with greetings all around before Darian interrupted their happy reunion.

"Mother, Myra needs you in the kitchens. Something about needing a head count for the banquet and whether or not to serve venison or pork."

"Oh for the love of the Goddess, you wouldn't think she would need me to confirm these things as many years as she has been doing it."

"You know she won't do anything without your approval. She wants everything to be perfect just like you."

"Well ladies...we will leave you be for a bit. Try not to do anything strenuous, we don't want that baby popping out on Kaylanna's wedding day." Reena gave them a wink then walked back with Darian towards the keep.

Kaylanna and Anaia walked back to the bench, arm in arm, both giggling over the happy meeting. Kaylanna helped Anaia sit then sat down herself. "So how goes married life and the pregnancy?" Kaylanna asked, quite curious about all the things she had missed out on since her cousin wed.

"It goes quite well although being with child is not nearly as glamorous as all the books make it out to be. Lotherius doesn't want me to do so much as lift a finger and my back pains me constantly. Tis hard to believe I have another eight months to go."

"Aye, I can honestly say I am lucky in that respect. I am hoping for no more than the human nine. I can't imagine how you must feel."

"Yes, but the baby is healthy and it really isn't so bad. It is worth it just to have Lotherius worry over me all the time."

Kaylanna laughed at this. Anaia's husband was a blade singer, one of the highest orders of elven warriors. He was trained for severe battle and to remain calm and collected at all times, but when it came to Anaia, he would loose his head. They both thought this was hilarious.

"So how are you Kaylanna? The big day is coming up tomorrow morning."

"Aye...I am excited...and nervous...and happy...and a whole score of other things that I can't put my finger on."

"Oh I know, I felt the same way when I was to be wed. It can be very stressful...but the wedding night makes it all worth while."

Kaylanna blushed a bright pink at this statement. Although she knew what was expected of her as a wife, and a bit from what she and Tyreon had shared, she was still mostly uneducated when it came to her marital duties. Talking about it was something unmarried women generally did not do and her cousin bringing it up in conversation made her even more stressed than what she already was.

Seeing her cousin's pink cheeks, Anaia laughed softly. "Oh, my dear, I remember when I was in your shoes. You should know about what is to come and though your mother will likely give you the same explanation later, I will tell you now if you like."

"When did you become so bold, Anaia?" Kaylanna asked, a smile curving her lips. "I remember when you thought it a travesty for ladies to see the chickens mate in the coop." "I can't believe you remember that! We were so young then and I was so very naïve. Married life changes a woman's views...and for the better, I assure you. Or at least in my case it did." Anaia sighed softly, her eyes growing distant a moment. "I have friends who will do anything not to be bedded by their husbands. They say that men are base creatures who do nothing but rut like a pig then take their leave. I feel very sorry for them as I enjoy the marriage bed very much."




The Wolf and the Raven Ch. 03



"I don't think I will have much to worry about in that respect..." the words tumbled from her lips with such conviction before she could stop herself and it caused her cheeks to burn with embarrassment. Unable to shield her emotions from her cousin, Anaia gasped softly.

"Oh, you didn't, did you?" Anaia asked, although not accusingly. She had mated with her husband on her engagement night and looking back, she wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Nae...well...not exactly..."

Anaia laughed softly. "Well there can only be two answers, yes or no?"

Kaylanna laughed herself. Her cousin's bubbly personality was catching and she was thankful for it. "Well...he didn't break my maidenhead...but he did other things..."

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Oh aye, very much so...I didn't think such things could be so pleasurable."

Anaia patted Kaylanna on the shoulder. "As long as he is not a selfish lover is all that truly matters. The woman's pain is not pleasant however. I thought I would die from it when Lotherius broke my maidenhead. I was quite sore the next few days afterwards as well but luckily the pain does not last." She sighed, rubbing her belly, "Unless you count pregnancy, in which case, the pain doesn't stop until the babe is born."

Kaylanna chuckled softly over this. She could see the child moving within her cousin's belly. It was going to be a very active handful once it was out.

"Oh I am so glad you are here, Anaia!" Kaylanna said wrapping her arms around the other woman in a warm embrace. "Maybe we can sneak away from the preparations for the rest of the day and go enjoy ourselves."

"Are you trying to run away with my wife?" came a soft voice from only a foot away.

"Oh Lotherius, you will ruin all our fun!" Anaia said to her husband as he walked the short distance towards them. Kaylanna's face lit up as she saw Tyreon only a moment behind and stood to greet the pair.

"In your condition you shouldn't be having fun," Lotherius told her with a crooked grin. "You should be warming my bed," he added, which caused Anaia to glare at him.

"I think I have warmed your bed enough," she told him trying to stand from the bench. It was an awkward process that took a great deal of maneuvering her large stomach, but she managed to do it without taking Lotherius's proffered hand. "You can warm it yourself tonight," she told him, which brought a round of laughter from those gathered.

"We will see about that," Lotherius said with a wicked wink that told his wife that she would indeed be warming his bed...and he would be warming her.

"Should we leave you two lovers alone for a bit?" Tyreon asked them hopefully. He had been on the verge of insanity without being able to talk to Kaylanna and wanted a moment alone with her as well. She had come to stand beside him and he took her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. It was the most contact they had had since yesterday morning and his fingers seemed to tingle from the contact.

Anaia, seeing the longing in Kaylanna's face, made another suggestion. "How about we leave you lovers alone instead," she said, tugging on her husbands hand as she walked up the path. Taking Anaia's cue, he followed, shaking his pale blond head.

Once they were out of site, Tyreon wrapped his arms around Kaylanna and kissed her forcefully with all the pent up passion that had been bubbling up in him during the time they had been denied. The fierceness of his kiss surprised her but she wrapped her arms around his neck and met him with her own passion. His seeking tongue found her own and he held her close, her body molding perfectly to his. When he finally managed to tear his lips away from hers he was hard as a rock and throbbing with arousal. "Gods, I have missed you, beloved."

Kaylanna was trying to catch her breath from the torrent of emotions that was washing through her. She snuggled closer to him, her head resting against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart and he hugged her to him, wanting to never let her go. "I have missed you as well, Tyreon. Tomorrow cannot come soon enough. You would not believe what my mother has been putting me through."

"Try being lectured by your father. No wonder all your other suitors ran away," he said laughingly.

"Don't get any ideas, else I will have to hunt you down and drag you back to the altar like a cave woman."

Tyreon stroked his chin momentarily as if contemplating the idea and she smacked him on the chest. When he started laughing she thought of smacking him again but he was too quick and grabbed her wrists, holding them behind her back.

"Now listen here, my wife to be, if you insist on smacking me, I am going to give you a spanking," he said playfully, taking advantage of her defenseless state by leaning down to place an open mouthed kiss on her throat.

Kaylanna's breath caught in her chest as he began to caress her sensitive flesh with his tongue. "You wouldn't really, would you?" she managed to ask as his lips found the tops of her breasts that peeked out above her day gown.

"Oh, aye, I would, my love, and I would enjoy every moment of it." He released her hands to slide his own down to her rounded bottom, pulling her into the proof of his arousal. "I don't know if I can wait another day for you love. I have done nothing but think of you these last days and it is about to kill me." His lips found hers again and she moaned with her own want of him, but managed to push him away after just a moment.

"We cannot love. Tomorrow will be here soon enough. Besides, we are in the middle of the gardens. Someone could come searching for us at any moment."

"Aye...but we could always go somewhere where they couldn't find us..."

It was hard to think when he tasted the tops of her breasts, when his tongue dipped down into their valley and his teeth gently nipped her exposed flesh. He held her lower body tightly to his and she could feel every inch of his erection through their clothing. She could feel her feminine flower blooming without warning, her petals spreading, dew forming at her female opening.

It took every ounce of will she had to push him away once more and put a goodly amount of distance between them. The liquid heat that had pooled in her lower belly and between her thighs was almost painful but she brushed those feelings aside.

"I am sorry love," Tyreon said softly. He simply couldn't help himself when she was near. She was like a fine elven wine, sweet and tempting, and able to relieve a man of his senses with no warning whatsoever. "Will you forgive me?"

"Only if you promise to maintain your distance until our vows are spoken," she told him without hesitation. She couldn't hold out much longer if he insisted on tormenting her with his ravishing kisses and coaxing fingers and she would be damned if she attended her handfasting with revealing bright eyes.

"I fear I cannot make you that promise, my love...but I will do my best."

Luckily at that moment Darian came wandering back down the path. Even without his empathy, he could instantly tell what had been transpiring. Kaylanna's cheeks were bright pink, the color showing in sharp contrast to her pale skin. Tyreon was staring at her like a starving man stares at a piece of steak. He cleared his throat to gain their attention.

"Mother wants you in the ladies' solar. I think they want you for another fitting or some such," he told his sister who nodded and hurried towards the keep, glancing back over her shoulder at her beloved as she did.

Both men watched her leave, Tyreon sighed, and Darian shook his head. "I came in the nick of time, didn't I?" Darian assumed.

"Aye...I never knew waiting could be so difficult."

"I am sure father will keep you busy until dinner. He was asking for you earlier, something about the preparations."

Tyreon suddenly realized that it was going to be a much longer day than he expected.



The Wolf and the Raven Ch. 04



The day had finally arrived. Kaylanna was so nervous that she was shaking as Reena, Anaia, her handmaidens and her maids helped her to prepare for the handfasting. The sun had yet to rise above the horizon yet Kaylanna could feel the energies that thrummed through the castle like vibrations on the string of a lute. She and Tyreon would wed as the sun rose in the sky, as was tradition. Together they would greet a new day and a new life as man and wife.

The gown that she wore had been her mothers. It was simple yet elegant, made of ivory brocade and lace with pearls sewn in patterns along the sleeves, bodice and hem. A crown of white roses had been woven with baby's breath and greenery and held in place by a small veil of lace over her elegantly arranged hair.

The women who were gathered in her chambers fawned and fussed over her but Kaylanna was so distracted by her nervousness that she barely heard a word they said.

"Relax, Kaylanna. You look as if you are going to your funeral instead of your wedding," Anaia commented and patted her cousin on the arm. Reena was already crying as she slipped out of the chamber to go prepare the ritual space for the ceremony and the others tittered about what being wed would be like.

"I feel as if I am going to fly apart in all directions at any moment," Kaylanna said, trying to still her racing heart.

"You will feel much better once you are standing with your love at the altar. We should go on down. Everything will be fine, you will see."

The Circle was set in the outer gardens, surrounded by sweet smelling flowers and a forest of trees. Birds who were just waking chirped to the tune of a harp that one of the priestesses were playing within the ribbon marked boundary of the ritual space. Kaylanna could see the altar from the path that wound towards the garden. It was decorated with white and red flowers, symbols of purity and love. 

The guests had already gathered within the Circle, sitting in chairs made of willow and decorated with roses and ivy. A young priestess dressed in a pale blue robe stood at the entrance, ready to anoint those who entered. She smiled at the procession of women as they made their way down the winding path towards the ritual space. Kaylanna would not be allowed to enter for a long while yet and a bench had been set up on either side of the entrance for her and Tyreon to wait.

The handmaidens lined up before the priestess and waited to be permitted within. "How do you enter?" the priestess asked. "With perfect love and perfect trust," each handmaiden answered. With a thumb pressed against their third eye, the priestess anointed them with scented oil and they entered to take their places. As each one left her, Kaylanna began to feel more and more nervous.

Thankfully, Anaia did not leave her side and held her hand in reassurance. "It will be okay, you will see," Anaia told her as they set together on the bench. Kaylanna went over the ceremony in her brain, wishing she had paid more attention to her mother and hoping she didn't forget anything. The process was nerve-racking but she took in soothing deep breaths and tried to remain calm. She felt as if she might faint from the emotional onslaught emanating from around her as well. Joy and happiness from the friends and well wishers who had come to watch was obvious and made her smile, but she could also feel an underlying sadness which she supposed came from her parents, the High Priest and High Priestess. She could even feel an undertone of envy, likely from those priests and priestesses and the younger attendees who had yet to find their love.

Though it seemed like forever, it wasn't long before Darian and Tyreon made their way up the path towards the Circle. The bride and groom were not allowed to talk or touch but he gave her a shaky smile and she returned it with one of her own. That was all they needed.

Tyreon was dressed in a black tunic embroidered with silver and breeches to match. His normally unruly shoulder length hair was combed back into a sleek pony tail and he sat on the bench with his back strait and his visage calm despite his own inner nervousness. He looked quite handsome in his finery but even with his gentlemanly appearance an aire of roguishness surrounded him. Kaylanna could feel Tyreon's fear and joy as well, and was relieved to know that he was just as anxious as she. In fact, she felt less nervous for it and thought she might overflow with happiness from what was about to come.

Anaia and Darian left them both and entered the circle and it wasn't long before they could hear the ceremony beginning. The priestess at the gate motioned them forward and she anointed them both. This was it, what they had been waiting for.

Reena and Arowyn stood on a dais before the altar in the very center of the circle. Her mother called out with a voice holding the energies of the goddess, "Who enters this circle to walk the path of the moon and stand before the heavens and earth to declare her sacred vows?"

Kaylanna took a deep breath and entered the circle with all eyes upon her. "I, Kaylanna Ravenmoon, do," she stated with all the conviction she could muster though she felt as if she might freeze in place at any moment.

"And do you, Kaylanna Ravenmoon, come here this morning of your own free will, in perfect love and perfect trust to seek the blessings of the Lord and Lady?"

"I do," she said, standing straighter and feeling a bit emboldened.

Her father called out then, strong and steady as the embodiment of the god, "Who enters this circle to walk the path of the sun and stand before the heavens and earth to declare his sacred vows?"

Tyreon entered the circle beside her. "I, Tyreon Darkwolf, do."

"And do you, Tyreon Darkwolf, come here this morning of your own free will, in perfect love and perfect trust to seek the blessings of the Lord and Lady?"

"I do."

They each began their track around the Circle, Tyreon traveling clockwise and Kaylanna Widdershins. They crossed paths at the west and smiled at one another then met again where they started in the east.

"Tyreon and Kaylanna, you have walked the path of the sun and the moon. Will you now walk together through the circle of change, through seasons and elements, emotions and dreams?" Her mother asked, her green eyes misty from marrying off her only daughter.

The pair looked at each other and said together, "We will," and took each others hand. With fingers entwined they walked to the south where a priest dressed in red stood. "Will your love endure the fires of passion, both loving and angry, wanted and unwanted?" The priest asked them for all to hear.

"It will."

"Then accept the blessing of the element of fire and the season of summer. May your home and your hearts always be filled with warmth."

Together they walked to the west, where a priestess wearing a dark blue robe stood. "Will your love endure the ebb and flow of emotion, of happiness and sadness, in times of greatness and times of turmoil?"

"It will."

"Then accept the blessing of the element water and the season of autumn. May your life be filled with love and understanding."

To the north they went, neither feeling nervous any longer but simply happy. They were met there by a woman dressed in deep green. "Will your love endure the times of stillness and restriction, of sickness and separation, of times alone and apart?"

"It will."

"Then accept the blessings of the element of earth and the season of winter. May your union be strong and fruitful."

Finally they stood together at the east before the priestess in light blue that had ushered them into the circle. Softly she spoke to them, but loud enough for those gathered to hear. "Will your love endure the clear light of day and of days to come?"

"It will."

"Then accept the blessings of the element of air and the season of spring. May your life be blessed with the light of every new dawn."

To the center they went to stand before Reena and Arowyn. Kaylanna's parents smiled at the two before them, tears shimmering in their eyes. It took Reena a moment to regain her composure and when she finally did her voice was still shaky. She took their joined hands in her own and said, "Together, your love shall endure the passage of time, the trials that are to come, and the changes that life brings."

Her father bound their hands together with the handfasting cord, a rope made of red and white silk, symbolizing the virtue of love and their path being united. "With this sacred cord I bind your hands and your hearts. With hands and hearts entwined, speak you two as one your sacred vows."

Tyreon and Kaylanna faced each other, and in unison spoke the words that would bind them in the eyes of the god and goddess. "With my soul, I thee wed, with my heart I thee adore, with my body I thee worship and pledge my troth forever more. My soul to thee, my heart to thee, my body to thee, so mote it be."

"So the pledge is made and must be sealed with a kiss."

Tyreon grinned and with his unbound hand lifted Kaylanna's veil. Their lips met as man and wife and the crowd cheered for them. As the ceremony ended the sun rose bright into the morning sky and no one could think of a better way to start the day.

The festivities went on throughout the day and would continue on to the end of the week in celebration of the happy couple. A feast was laid out and gifts were given, well wishers offered their congratulations and everyone wanted to kiss the bride. It was agony for Tyreon and Kaylanna both as the celebration dragged on and seemed to hold the evening at bay. With all the guests and gatherers they couldn't find a moment alone though they desperately wanted one.

A band of minstrels played a lovely tune for the married couple to dance too and Kaylanna was very impressed that Tyreon managed not to step on her toes. In fact he was a much better dancer than she had remembered from their childhood and even though all eyes were on them, she felt as if they were all alone.

"I feel as if I might be dreaming," she told Tyreon as he swept her around the dance floor.

He dipped his head to whisper only for her ears, "If we were dreaming my love, we would be in our bedchambers and I would be making love to you."

His words caused her to blush to the tips of her pointed ears but she couldn't hold back her smile nor he his grin.

It was nearing evening when Kaylanna's handmaidens came to fetch her to her chambers. She felt quite embarrassed as all gathered watched her leave, some with romantic sighs and others with snickers. They knew what was to come soon as well as she did and it made her nervous just to think about that fact.

The handmaidens helped her undress and slip into the already heated water of her bath. Once the bath was over they rubbed her with scented oils and dressed her in a white satin nightgown. Kaylanna noticed that the garment didn't leave much to the imagination. White lace accented the low V cut neckline as well as the hem which only came down to mid thigh. The robe they offered her was sheer and practically see-through, more to draw attention to than hide the gown beneath. In all honesty, she felt more naked wearing the gown than not.

"Now milady," Laura, one of the handmaidens, said, "You mustn't be frightened. You must do what you must as a married woman, but the chamber next door has been prepared for you. Once he is done, you are free to leave as you wish."

"Why would I want to leave?"

"Good heavens, child, didn't your mother speak to you about things? Men can be brutal creatures but once he begets an heir he will likely leave you be a while. Do not worry, just endure until then."

Kaylanna was feeling thoroughly confused when the handmaidens tucked her into bed as if she was a child going to sleep. Misty eyed, they left her alone with her thoughts which were wandering in many different directions. What if she didn't enjoy it? What if it was too painful to bear? What if he just mauled her as Laura suggested? No, this was Tyreon, the man she loved, the man she had loved for as long as she could remember. But...

It wasn't long before Tyreon entered the bedchamber but she didn't notice, so deep was she in thought. He smiled to himself, watching the various expressions cross her face in the warm firelight of the room. He almost couldn't believe she was his, bound in the eyes of the world and blessed by the gods. She jumped, startled, as she realized he was there when he started walking towards the bed. "I am sorry love, I didn't mean to scare you," he told her as he came to sit beside her. He had forsaken his earlier attire for a midnight blue brocade robe that was belted at the waist and it made Kaylanna's heart skip a beat to know that he was likely nude beneath. "What were you thinking about?"

She gave a shake of her head causing a few strands of her ebony hair falling out of place. "It does not matter...just something one of the maids said." He gave her a reassuring smile and she returned it with a shaky one of her own. She felt shy and small compared to his large frame. She was almost afraid to look at him, afraid that he might vanish or that she would feel the need to flee.

"You're nervous, aren't you?" he asked softly as his fingers caressed her pale cheek and she nodded her eyes meeting his. "Did they tell you I was going to ravish you with no care for your comfort?"

"Not quite in those words...it was more along the lines of 'endure what you must and then go to the other chamber'."

Tyreon chuckled and the sound seemed to warm her, making her fears subside somewhat. "Do not worry my love, I am planning on making sure you are thoroughly pleasured for the entire night and for the rest of your life for that matter," to which she replied with a blush that lit her cheeks and made him grin.

"I have been waiting for this my whole life," Tyreon whispered only a moment before his lips found hers in an achingly slow kiss that told her everything would be alright. She melted into him, her worries seeming to slip away as he wrapped her in a warm embrace. "I love you, Lady Kaylanna Darkwolf," he told her as their lips parted. She smiled at the use of her new name and the way it sounded on his lips.

"And I love you, Tyreon, my husband."

He pulled the blankets that had been covering her away, revealing the filmy robe and sheer nightgown she wore and let out an appreciative groan. Her skin pinkend as his eyes roamed over her, taking in her delicate form, her slender waist, the curve of her hip, and the creamy flesh of her breasts. "I am only guessing that this is one of the wedding gifts..." he said, referring to the gown.

"Aye...one of Anaia's gifts actually...I believe there is a whole wardrobe full of them..."

"Remind me to thank her later," Tyreon told his wife. Desire burned in his gray eyes as they met her violet ones before he dipped his head and took her lips once more. His tongue teased against her lips and she opened to him as her arms came to slip around his neck, all fears forgotten in the moment. She moaned softly as his hand came to rest on one breast, cupping it through the thin fabric and caressing her nipple with his thumb. It seemed like such a simple touch but it sent tingles of pleasure coursing through her, caused her breath to catch in her throat and her heart to step up a pace. The pleasure gathered in a pool of need low in her stomach and continued to grow as his lips traveled down the curve of her jaw to her neck and shoulder. His deft fingers slid the lacy confection that was her robe off her shoulders and she sat up slightly as it was removed and tossed aside. 

Tyreon was in no hurry. They had a lifetime to spend together and he wanted to make this first night last. One hand rested on her hip as the other kneaded the soft globe of her breast. His lips found the hollow of her throat and his tongue flicked out against her lavender scented skin.

Kaylanna felt hot, extremely hot. Her body was like a flame dancing beneath his magic touch and she felt as if she might burn up at any moment from the building passion. She curled her fingers in his dark hair as his lips burned a path over the slope of her breasts and the fabric of her nightdress seemed to melt away as he pressed it aside, revealing more flesh for his seeking tongue.

He had moved atop her and her thighs fell apart of their own accord, creating a perfect cradle for his hips. He moaned deep in his throat as he pushed the shift down to her waist, her pert breasts thrusting proudly upwards in invitation of his lips and tongue. He couldn't refuse and dipped his head to take in one hardened nipple, lavishing it with attention until she arched beneath him, a whimper of pleasure escaping her lips. The other could not be denied and he shifted to suckle the other breast, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive bud, eliciting a gasp of excitement.

Kaylanna was tugging ineffectually at his robe now, wanting to feel his skin against hers, and he rose up on his knees between her legs to help her. It took only a second to untie the knot in the sash that held the robe closed. She watched him with wide eyes as he shrugged out of the garment and tossed it aside. He was glorious in his nudity, all muscles and fine lines. His chest was peppered with dark fine hair and a thin line drew her eyes downward to where his cock stood proudly in its arousal.

Her fear returned quickly at the site of his impressive size and she instinctively tried to press her legs together but they were met by his unyielding thighs. "It won't fit," she said trying to scoot away from him but he stopped her with a hand gripping her hip.

"It will fit," he told her, as he leaned down once more to caress her lips with his own. "And I will make sure you are ready for me," he assured her. He pulled the nightgown from her hips and down her legs then tossed it aside, leaving her fully naked for his hungry eyes. She was perfect, he thought as he found her breast with his lips again. She was shivering, either from anticipation or fear, he wasn't sure which. He made her a silent promise to bring her to the pinnacle of pleasure but it was going to be a close thing. His cock throbbed against her thigh, his body begging for release, but he mentally girded his raging desire and concentrated on her body instead. 

He murmured soft words of love against her skin as one hand slid up her inner thigh. "Relax, beloved," he told her, feeling the trembling of her legs. He splayed his fingers against the ladder of her ribs as he kissed his way down the center line of her body, finding every sensitive spot with his seeking tongue. His other hand remained on her thigh, stroking the soft skin but not venturing higher as he ached to do. He was trying to calm her, to show her he would go slowly, and that he would be gentle with her. He was rewarded for his patience by a lustful moan that seemed to vibrate through her entire being. Tyreon smiled against her stomach as she arched against him, her sex pressing against his chest as he made his way towards her most secret place. His tongue stroked the sensitive crease where her thigh met her hip as his fingers slid upwards to finally caress her sensitive woman's flesh. 

She was wet for him and it pleased him immensely that his gentle ministrations had paid of. Kaylanna was restless now, her body aching pleasantly from his touches and as his fingers found her feminine petals she gasped from the contact. "Aye love, that's it," he told her as he placed a kiss upon her mound. His fingers slid between her nether lips and teased at the pink flesh that surrounded her secret opening. Her hips rose off the bed, begging for more of his touch. "Do you like that?"

"Aye," she managed to say then moaned as one finger slid shallowly into her while his thumb rubbed the pearl of her desire.




The Wolf and the Raven Ch. 04



"And that?"

"Yes...oh gods, please Tyreon..." her voice trailed of into a whimper as his tongue joined the fray. His finger slid in and out of her tight passage, touching her maidenhead with every gentle thrust. He knew he would hurt her, and he felt badly for it, but there was no helping what was to come. When her muscles began to clutch at his finger in time with his movements he groaned, then pressed in a second. For a moment, it was uncomfortable and she shied away from the new invasion, but he held her down and continued the assault on her senses despite her protest. He began to suck gently on her bud, his tongue flicking out against the tiny pleasure spot. She was fighting her orgasm, feeling it coming too quickly about her, feeling as if she might explode into a million tiny pieces or fall into darkness. These feeling scared her and so she fought to keep it at bay.

Tyreon's voice intruded on her spinning world, washing over her with warmth and love. "It's okay love. I need you to come for me, don't fight it...that's it beloved ...come for me..." and she was unable to deny his pleas and her world fell away around her. Her body tensed and she cried out as the pleasure consumed her and Tyreon was there, murmuring to her, praising her, his tongue lapping at her nectar as it rushed from her body.

He slid up her then as her orgasm began to subside, his lips and his tongue creating a trail from her mound to her lips and he took them in a deep kiss allowing her to taste herself and she took his mouth greedily with her own. He reached down and grasped his cock in his hand, pulling the foreskin back in the process and positioned himself at her entrance. With one quick thrust he broke through her maidenhead and slid in to the hilt, her gasp of pain swallowed by his kiss. Tears leaked from her tightly closed eyes and her fingers clawed into his back. He held himself still, her sheath gripping him like a vice and threatening to drive him over the edge. "I am sorry, beloved," he managed, kissing her ear and neck and trying to regain his control.

"It hurts," she whispered against his chest, though she didn't fight him. She wanted to give him pleasure, but the pain was near excruciating. Though she had enjoyed his earlier attention, she wasn't sure how anyone could enjoy the actual mating process. He was too large for her, the walls of her feminine passage being stretched to their limits.

"Look at me, Kaylanna," Tyreon whispered, his gray eyes roaming over her face. His cock throbbed achingly within her tight passage. Tears slid down her cheeks and shone like stars on her lashes as she opened her eyes to look at him. "I know it hurts, my love...but the pain will subside...there is no hurry."

He reached down between them as he found her lips with his own and began to stroke her bud. His touch was pleasant, and made her relax somewhat against him as he began to kiss the tops of her breasts.

After a few moments of his stroking and kissing, the pain did begin to subside as he had told her it would and she thrust her hips experimentally against his. She was still uncomfortable but the moan she was rewarded with sent a shiver of pleasure through her.

"I hope that means you are ready," Tyreon groaned, his forehead resting against her shoulder. "Because if you aren't I may dishonor myself."

This caused Kaylanna to giggle despite the awkward situation and he kissed her soundly for it then slid out slightly to thrust forward again. "Wrap your legs around me, beloved," he told her, his voice rough with passion, as he began to thrust in earnest and she did. The angle was better, more comfortable, definitely less painful and she sighed with relief as he slid easily in and out of her female flesh. Gods, but she was wet and tight and gripped him with every movement he made. He wanted desperately to bring her to a second climax but his body was quickly taking control, forced by his need for release. The warrior in him begged for it, trying to break free from his darkest depths, but his love for her held that warrior at bay. His hands roamed over her body and his lips found the curve of her neck and the slope of her shoulder then moved to suckle the sensitive peak of her breast.

Kaylanna focused on his passion and his lust. It wasn't hard to do, his emotions seemed to scream at her and make them her own. She ran her hands up and down his back and her legs tightened about his hips as he rode her. She began to meet his rhythm, thrust for thrust, beat for beat, causing him to groan and then go still a moment. Panting, he said against her breast, "If you keep doing that...I might die of pleasure...and then you won't get a second climax..." "I wasn't aware, milove," she whispered, kissing his neck and the spot below his ear that caused a shiver to go up and down his spine, "that one could die from pleasure." He gazed into her face and saw the teasing glint in her dark purple eyes as well as the passion that burned within her. "If you are so worried...we could always stop and continue later," she told him even as she pressed her hips against his, wanting him to continue.

"Wench," he muttered almost incoherently and thrust deeply into her, harder than he had intended but she moaned with her approval so he continued. With every thrust it brought her a step closer to her second orgasm but he was teetering on the very edge and didn't think he would last.

Kaylanna could feel his desperation, the burning need that he forced back despite his bodies yearning. He pounded into her, his moans mingling with hers as his body started to tremble from his pent up desire. "Please, Tyreon..." she whispered against his neck, her fingers curling about his shoulders as she pressed harder against him.

"I can't hold back much longer, beloved....ah gods...I am sorry..."

"Don't hold back, love," she managed to say between gasps as she grasped his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. With this touch, she projected her lust and love for him, her need and her desire. He groaned loudly from the sudden rush of pleasure the emotional contact gave him and he pounded into her, no longer to restrain himself as his creamy cum spurted from his twitching cock and bathed her womb with warmth.

It was his climax that sent her over the edge into her second release and she cried out, feminine muscles milking his manhood of every last drop. With a few more thrusts of his hips, Tyreon slowed to a stop. When he had regained enough of his breath, he said "That was..."

"Wonderful," Kaylanna finished for him, panting.

"Aye," he agreed and rested his head against her shoulder, simply enjoying their bodies being joined like this.

After a few moments he withdrew from her then reached down to quickly pull his foreskin over the sensitive head of his cock as he rolled off her and only another moment before he realized the amount of blood that coated his hand from the action.

Kaylanna had been basking in the aftermath of her orgasm when she felt Tyreon's hand press gently against her thigh then heard him curse then leave the bed. "What's the matter beloved?" she asked with concern as her eyes drifted opened to see him standing at the washstand pouring tepid water from a pitcher into a small basin which he carried over to the bed along with a fluffy white washcloth.

"I am so sorry, my love," he told her as he set both items on the bed and knelt between her thighs, concern tingeing his voice. "I should have not been so rough with you."

She was trying to figure out what he was talking about when she felt the cool wet cloth between her thighs. The touch was only unexpected due to her pleasant daze and it caused her to jump slightly from the contact. "What are you doing?" she asked sitting up on her elbows. It was then that she noticed the amount of blood that had spilled on the sheets and it caused her eyes to widen. "Oh my!"

"Aye," Tyreon said solemnly, feeling guilty.

"Well, they won't have any doubt that I was chaste, will they?"

He glanced up to see her smiling at him. "I wasn't expecting so much blood..."

"Neither was I...but Mother told me last eve that it was normal for elven women who choose humans for their takers...since you are generally so much larger than us in apparently every way."

"Are you sure you are alright?" Tyreon asked as he continued to cleanse the blood and their issue away. She shivered as he swiped the soft cloth over her bud causing her a sudden bolt of hot pleasure. He smiled, noticing this as her thighs fell further apart and a soft moan escaped her parted lips. "I will take that as a yes."

She was glowing with anticipation when he ceased and he chuckled as her hips arched upwards seeking his caress again. In all truth she had been clean of the proof of her virginity a long while before and he had been simply teasing her to arousal. He was already partially erect but her obvious want made him fully so. "Are you sore beloved?"

"Not so much that I wouldn't want to do it again," she said breathily without a second thought to which he grinned widely.

"And do you want to do it again? Or do you want to leave for the other chamber?" He asked even as he blanketed her with his body and began kissing her neck and throat. Her fingers wound in his dark hair and she hooked her legs over his hips. She couldn't think when his hands caressed her ribs and then teased her breasts into taught points. "Yes," she finally said but was cut off when his lips found hers.

After a moment he raised his head. "Yes, you want to do it again, or yes, you want to go to the other room?" Boldly she reached down between them and grasped his hard cock and positioned it at her entrance.

"Yes...again."

"Whatever milady wishes," and he obliged her for the rest of the night.