by D. R. Rosier
He repeated the spell over and over until his voice was so hoarse he stumbled over the words. The fire was getting a little low as well, and the sun was falling in the sky. How long had he been chanting the same spell over and over? Must have been at least six hours he decided, and there were no more sticks or small branches for the fire.
He set her down gently, retrieved his horse, got more firewood, fed and watered the horse, and unsaddled him. He should have done it all sooner, but he’d been too afraid to move or leave Stephanie. Even now he rushed, anxious about not watching over her. He did however take a moment to eat a large portion of a bread loaf and some water before he returned to Stephanie.
If he passed out he’d be no help to her after all. He was able to get her to drink a little water as well, stimulating her throat to swallow as he trickled it slowly between her dry lips.
Her body temperature was still too low, so he stripped down to his small clothes, and joined her wrapped in the blanket, and held her against him. His throat felt a little better after some food and drink, so he started chanting the spell again, while studying the beautiful young face that had taken his breath away the first time he’d seen her.
She was nineteen he knew, although she looked closer to seventeen or eighteen. He thought maybe that was more her height than her face, though she did look young and innocent, with her relaxed face. He’d do anything to see those warm hazel eyes he remembered, even if they were to glare at him. He still wasn’t sure if she’d make it, and his thoughts were scattered from the possibility she would leave him before he’d ever even got a chance to talk to her.
The chanting of the healing spell over and over was like a balm on his mind however. It was something to keep him focused and calm, and feel like he was fighting for her somehow. The magic flowing between them was relaxing as well, and he could feel her magic responding to his. At first he thought it was his imagination, but her magic seemed to get stronger as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. She still felt too cool to him, and she was listless and hadn’t stirred yet.
But the emotions of the afternoon, and the impact of seeing her again, plus the constant casting all day had taken a toll, and he fell asleep to the sound of his own droning voice…
Chapter 5
“What the hell!” he woke up to Stephanie’s loud voice.
He couldn’t help but smile as he opened his eyes and looked down into her hazel eyes. Her narrowed eyes tightened even further as he lifted the blanket to check her wound.
“What are you doing!”
He said in a calm voice, “Relax my lady, I’m checking your wound. It seems… a lot better.”
She growled, “Do you normally sleep with naked wounded woman?”
He laughed, “Not before now no. But you needed to be warmed up a bit and the fire wasn’t enough. It’s good to see you…”
She slapped him, “You can put the blanket back down now, and…” she shifted around and felt his hard on with her leg. Well, he might have noticed her cute little ass when he was checking the wound. And now that she was quite obviously recovering, and her body was warm, her naked breasts felt really good mashed against his chest. Her breasts weren’t that big, but still large for her petite frame, and more than a generous handful. So… he may have reacted.
She blushed and her eyes widened, “You…” she started indignantly but the angry words seemed to freeze in her throat as she gazed up into his eyes, obviously conflicted.
He could feel her magic roiling against his, and if anything that turned him on further, and then he felt her body respond, her nipples grew into hard points against his body, and he felt her heat and moisten against his thigh with one of her legs still thrown over his.
He whispered, “You are so beautiful my lady.”
She looked up at him with conflicted feelings, he could read the desire in her eyes, and also from her body’s reactions, but he could also see the pain on her face. Had he done that when he’d ignored her? Had she felt the same connection he had?
She opened her mouth, but he’d never hear what she’d planned to say. He slid her body higher up on his and claimed her mouth with firm but gentle kiss. Her lips were silky soft and yielding against his, and he heard her sigh and her tensed body softened against him. He softly caressed her lower back, careful to avoid the wound, and his hands found their way to her pert and supple ass.
She gasped into his mouth as he squeezed her ass cheek, and he felt her grind her moist heat against him, leaving a trail of her hot juice on his skin as their first kiss turned wildly and hungrily passionate.
She mumbled against his lips in a sexy growl, “Mine,” and bit his bottom lip as she slid atop him.
He breathed her name, “Stephanie,” not understanding why he had to have her. He’d never felt this way before, and always controlled his libido. He was a knight, and a man that prided himself on self-control. But he had to have her.
His body sung under her touch, he needed to claim her, make her his. He pulled her down into a deeply passionate kiss by a fistful of her long red hair. He moaned into her mouth, a needy moan came from her in return.
She dug her nails into his chest and pushed up, then reached between her legs with one hand and grabbed his long hard cock, and lined it up against her, rubbing it up and down the opening to her slick passage.
He could feel how wet she was, and his heart raced and his cock twitched in need as she looked down at him with hunger, lust, and need in those very sexy warm hazel eyes. There had been no foreplay, but he could feel and see how ready she was for him as she let herself fall slowly. She was painfully tight as her sweet taught silken labia stretched and tried to accommodate his thick invader.
She moaned in pleasure and pain as she dropped a little, taking in his tip. His eyes widened as he felt her barrier. It almost brought him to his senses. This was a lady, a peer of the realm. Not someone to deflower on the ground in the forest. Almost… but he was too lost to the lust, the look in her eyes, the feeling that she was his, and that this was right.
She thrust herself down on him, tearing through that barrier, and she cried out in both pain and joy. She froze above him for a moment, and then slowly took him in one slow inch at a time, pausing often for her body to adjust, until all eight were buried deep inside her petite nubile and sexy body. She felt gloriously tight around his manhood as she leaned down and kissed him, hard, demandingly, and possessively.
He wasn’t the only one making a claim.
He reached down between them and started to tease her clit with light touches, as his other hand gently squeezed her beautifully firm and rounded breast, teasing a nipple between his finger and thumb, while his other three fingers gently kneaded her soft yielding flesh.
He saw it in her eyes moments before she started to move above him, when the pain of losing her maidenhood was overshadowed by the joy and pleasure that his cock was engendering inside of her. She was so tight, and the silken moist friction of her movements milked him hard. She sat up on him and started to grind in circles, her eyes never leaving his. He reached up and alternately started to play with her breasts, and run his hands along her sides and hips, as her fingernails dug into his chest.
It wasn’t just the amazing feeling of being buried in her nubile flesh, to know she was his and had never belonged to another. It was also the magic, his and hers seemed to spiral together, to bind. To bind them together as she rode them both to release. It added to the pleasures of the flesh they were sharing, tying them together, and he felt the rapturous pleasure approaching.
Stephanie sighed in pleasure and said in breathy gasps as she approached her height, “I’ve dreamed of this Derig. You’re mine now.”
He’d held back and had been, since the moment he’d learned it was her first time but he couldn’t be still anymore and started to pump up into her as he firmly held her waist.
He was a little breathless too, and his heart was hammering as he replied, “So have I… and you’re mi
ne.”
A part of him was confused by the words he’d chosen, but he knew them to be true down to the deepest part of him as she came undone above him. She was his. She tightened around him and her body trembled as he held her above him. He pulled her down, bent his legs further and started to take her hard and fast from below, bouncing her in the air hard with each slapping thrust.
She screamed in pleasure as her orgasm rolled into another one, bigger this time, as he swelled inside of her tight fluttering sex.
“Fuck, Stephanie…” he gasped as he shot himself up into her, filling her with his seed.
She was still cumming hard, and he couldn’t hold her up anymore as he shot into her again and again, her tight warmth continued milking him for more as she collapsed against his body. He felt their magic tie together, become one, and he could feel her inside of him, figuratively speaking…
They kissed softly, and she gently pulled herself off of him, and cuddled into his side. She sighed in completely contentment.
He was kind of content himself, there was something connecting him now, he could feel her and it was… amazing. He also felt incredibly guilty now that that the lust, need, and almost insane desire left his mind. He was supposed to marry her first, she was a lady not a commoner for him to use to get his rocks off. Not that he did… use her for that. What just happened meant more to him than he could even explain.
“Steph, I’m sorry.”
She gasped and looked up at him, “What do you mean you’re sorry?”
He shook his head, “I should have courted you, married you, not… violated you like that.”
She giggled, it was a sweat sound that made him smile, even if she was laughing at him for some reason. Her voice was soft and melodic, when it wasn’t full of lust and need, or anger.
She kissed his chest and sounded content, “No Derig, that was perfect. You’re mine now, and I’m yours. We can get married later.”
He sighed, “I’m still sorry for ignoring you when we met in…” he continued to tell the story, not sparing himself any of it. His father, his family, and what had led him to ignore her. He felt… close to her, and knew she wouldn’t betray him. No more than he could betray her. She was his, their lives were tied together inextricably. Though, he was hoping she’d be able to explain that to him. He could feel it, know it, but he didn’t entirely understand it.
She asked, “So how did you find me?”
He shrugged, “I was travelling from village to village. I found one being attacked by a blue dragon, a red showed up too, and it headed this way. I figured I’d hit the next village and ask about it, when I felt your magic. When I found you I didn’t… I wasn’t sure if you’d make it, but obviously it worked out.”
She frowned, “Why are you after the red dragon?”
He considered that, but she’d probably think he was crazy if he told the truth.
He shrugged, “I’m a dragon slayer, I’m supposed to chase dragons.”
She looked at him with narrowed eyes, “I see,” and got up and stalked away from him. She had an amazing ass and her red hair looked beautiful down her back, glowing in the sunlight against her soft flawless porcelain skin, even the wound seemed to be getting smaller and he wondered if that was her magic interacting with his. If it continued she’d be healed in mere days.
He asked, “Why are you upset?”
She snorted and said in a hard voice, “Upset my lord? I’m not upset, just thirsty Sir Knight,” she said his title like it was a disease.
He frowned, maybe falling for a redhead wasn’t his brightest idea yet. She seemed really pissed, and she pulled out one of his changes of clothes, and started to put it on.
He growled, “Talk to me, why are you so mad!”
She glared at him, and he got up when she reached for his horse and walked over and grabbed her arms before she could get his horse untied, and spun her around. He kissed her, she was so stiff against him, until she suddenly wasn’t. She melted against him and her moan was both one of need, and one of surrender as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him back harder.
He growled, “Mine,” with such a possessive tone her eyes widened and she rubbed her body up against his as if in firm agreement. It took him a few short moments to strip her naked again and drag her back to the blanket.
She seemed suddenly docile, and out of breath as he told her to get on her hands and knees. He had no idea what had gotten into him, but he got down on his knees behind her and drove into her almost savagely, she’d been ready though and he slid into her pleasure so easily only due to how wet and slick her tight sex was.
Stephanie gasped, “Fuck… Fuck me Derig.”
Her cute supple ass went up in invitation as her back arched, and she lowered her head, and pushed back and ground against him with little breathy moans of approval. She drove him crazy with the need to take her.
He started to pound her hard and fast, just going with how he felt, and whatever was happening. He still didn’t really understand what was going on. All he knew was she was the best he’d ever slept with, and that she belonged to him. His cute sexy little hot head, and he felt like he loved her already, thought that could have just been the magic.
He wasn’t subtle about it, it was a hot sweaty hard fuck, and he took her without mercy.
Not that she wanted mercy, she was trembling, bucking, and fucking back against him just as hard and greedily. He spanked her ass cheeks and she just moaned, tightened around his buried manhood, and asked him to do it harder. She felt absolutely amazing, pushing him to the edge as she came around his hard plundering cock time and time again. Finally, he couldn’t take any more of it, and he released his hold and took his pleasure inside her nubile body. He felt his balls boil and pleasure rush through his body and mind as he filled her once again.
He collapsed on the blanket, but grabbed her and spooned her, “Hey… Steph. Why are you mad at me?”
She sighed and pushed back against him, “Why do you want the red, and don’t lie to me this time. In fact, don’t lie to me again, ever. I can feel it in the bond, and you will too if I’m ever dumb enough to try and lie to you.”
He was shocked to feel himself respond to her pushing back against him. Sure, he could and did go three rounds, even four or five sometimes, but not without resting first. He reached down and grabbed her hips, arching her back he slipped back inside of her from behind in the spooning position. He wanted to take her softly now, and make love to her.
He knew it was crazy, but he already felt love for her. Hell, in truth he loved her months ago in his mind, he never could get her completely out of his head. He couldn’t put her on her back though and stare deep into her eyes like he wanted to, not with a wound that was healing, so he took her this way. He made love to her slowly, sliding his cock in and out in almost painfully measured movements, feeling every gentle but very intense and pleasurable sensation that her silken bliss engendered in him, as he held her in his arms, and caressed the front of her body from behind.
She whispered, “I love you Derig.”
He smiled and said into her bright red hair, “I love you too Steph.”
She shivered, “I like when you call me that.”
He grinned and slid slowly into her, then ground himself around inside of her, triggering another orgasm, “I can tell,” he whispered as she came undone and washed his center with her liquid ecstasy once again.
They made love for a long time, and made pillow talk every once in a while as they did so. He lost track of the times she came for him before he filled her for the third time. When he pulled out, she flipped around so she was facing him, he couldn’t help but look at her perfect breasts, and he caught her smile at his look.
She said softly, “You still haven’t told me why.”
He sighed, “Because you’ll think I’m nuts, I wanted to try and talk to it.”
She raised an eyebrow, “Talk?”
He nodded, “I think… I think
the red dragon saved my life. And this is going to sound even crazier, but when we went after the dragons in Wendell, I was under a spell for a while until Lance got me out. The spell showed me things, showed me that all dragons aren’t crazy. I don’t think I believed it was true, until yesterday that is.”
She smiled and kissed him, and caressed his cheek before wrapping her hands around the back of his neck. He shivered as she ran her nails down his chest lightly, tracing his muscles as she kissed him ever so softly, but still with evident loving passion.
He asked, “What is this bond? I have a certainty I am yours my lady, and you are mine. But I’ve never heard of it before.”
She smiled and said, “It’s our magic, and our magic recognizes our mate. It was much stronger and more obvious for me, at least before we were bonded. Now we are one. I need to tell the princess, she no longer needed me of course, but I came here because of you. I didn’t know why you didn’t want me, or why you ignored me but…”
When he tried to interrupt she covered his mouth with a finger.
She said softly, “It’s okay, you explained all that, now it’s time for my story. Where was I… oh right, I’d found my mate, the man made for me and only me, and he turned out to be a total dick.”
She snickered at his gaping expression and kissed him.
“Well you were, or at least you were acting like one at the time. But you were mine, and the princess was my only real friend, and you lived so close to Lance that I figured I’d come, and hope something changed. We only get one mate, so I was stuck with you.”
He couldn’t even me mad at that last bit, since she was smiling at him with such joy and love in her eyes, she obviously didn’t feel stuck now.
She continued, “So I need to tell the princess, pack a few clothes, and then come back to you. I belong with you now, so you’d better have a good plan when I get back.”