“Not at all, I sometimes think that my friends will suddenly appear and everything will go back to how it was,” smiled Theodore, his heart aching.
“But then you have to open your eyes,” whispered Eveline, “and you realise they will never come back, you will never have another conversation with them.”
“Yes,” sighed Theodore taking the brush away from her hair, and reaching over her shoulders, setting it back down on the dressing table.
“That was nice,” hummed Eveline deeply opening her eyes and gazing up into Theodore’s reflection.
“I could tell,” he smiled, “come let us go to bed, it has been a long day.”
“You go on I will join you in a minute,” answered Eveline a little anxious and determined to sit still. Theodore kissed the top of her head and walked away to the other side of the bed, getting in and blowing out his candle. Eveline sat at her dressing table, her chest rising and falling quickly. “I will put out the fire,” she murmured quietly, mostly to herself.
“Are you warm enough?” Theodore asked under the cover of the duvet, watching his nervous wife try to summon the courage to get into bed with him.
“Yes,” she replied, getting up and throwing the bucket of water over the small fire, extinguishing it immediately, the room suddenly darkening only her candle alight. Outside the stormy weather seemed to worsen as Eveline walked over to the window and looked outside. The moon was high in the sky, and she could see the trees swaying heavily, the sound of the gusty wind travelling high into the night sky and teasing the window. You can’t stand here all night she thought pathetically, your feet are getting cold, she scolded. Courage she willed, as she turned to the bed and got in, setting her candle on her bedside table and blowing it out quickly.
Theodore lay still feeling Eveline’s body stiffen at the edge of the bed and he smiled to himself, the poor woman he thought, he can’t be that scary. As she lay quiet and unmoving, Theodore shuffled over and let his arms surround her body gently, letting his face rest against her own, the scent of her hair filling his senses. Theodore felt Eveline shake at the intimate embrace. For a while he just lay still, holding her close until her felt her body relax and warm against his own.
“Do I frighten you?” he whispered into her hair.
“No, it’s just I’m nervous,” she whispered back holding his hand tightly.
“What about?” he answered gently, stroking her palm with his fingers and feeling her body sigh with contentment.
“I’ve never done this before,” she blurted out, biting her lip in shame at sounding so childish.
“I’m glad,” he laughed, “but neither have I despite being over a thousand years old.”
“What if I am not beautiful enough? What if my body disappoints you?” she whispered anxiously, for this was indeed the root of all her nerves. Theodore got up on one elbow and looked down at his wife, turning her round to face him. Slowly and gently he cupped her face and kissed her softly on the lips.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, and I have met many women in my lifetime, so that is a compliment,” he said trying to offer her comfort and reassurance. Eveline smiled up at her new husband, handsome and kind as he was.
“Well you are the handsomest man I have ever met, but to be fair I have only met at least a dozen,” she laughed, lifting her hands to his face and bringing it down so that she could kiss him once more, finding comfort and safety in their kisses.
“Eveline, your body is a temple, it is the shell of who you are, it embodies all of your beauty, inside and out, and so I treasure all of it as men treasure their gold,” cooed Theodore, letting his fingers trail down her throat, watching as her body arched towards him, making him smile.
“I don’t feel so nervous now,” she whispered, a strange wanting arising within her.
“Either do I,” replied Theodore huskily, bringing his lips down to her throat and kissing her from her ears down to her collar bone, listening to her sighs and feeling her fingers tighten around locks of his dark hair. Carefully, Theodore let his fingers work at her nightdress, undoing the silk laces, leaving her chest open and bare. Eveline felt a rush of heat run through her body as she realised Theodore had unlaced her nightdress, cold air cooling her breasts. With embarrassment she quickly covered them with her hands and looked into his eyes with shame.
“Eveline I am your husband now, it is alright,” he ordered gently kissing her nose.
“I feel naked,” she cried shyly.
“That’s because you are, much to my appreciation,” he teased, lifting her hands away from her breasts and dropping his head to kiss them hotly, hearing her cry quietly in reaction to his caresses.
“But it is not fair,” she stammered, “You are not undressed.” Theodore lifted his head with a wolfish grin and began to unbutton his nightshirt, tossing it aside and causing Eveline to feel faint at the sight of his beautiful chest, not overly muscular, elegant, smooth and olive. Theodore looked down at his wife, whose eyes were enlarged with lust and smiled, gently he found her left hand and brought it up to his chest letting her touch him gently. Eveline could feel Theodores heart beating wildly as she touched his chest curiously, lifting her other hand and placing it on his other side, watching his eyes close at the touch. Eveline felt the fear and anxiety leave her as watched her husband, his face consumed with feeling. Taking her hands away she sat up and put her back against the bedhead, and brought him toward her urgently, kissing him hard on the mouth.
“I am not afraid anymore,” she whispered into his ear.
“Nor am I my love,” Theodore replied, throwing the duvet away and bringing his wife into his arms, devouring her with passion and love. Eveline gave in to the sensations that filled her body as her husband lifted her nightdress over her, leaving her naked and bare under his hot gaze.
“So very beautiful,” he murmured lying her down under him and leaving a trail of kisses upon her flushed skin, letting his hands cover her thighs, as he kissed her taunt stomach. Swiftly and without notice Eveline turned Theodore onto his back and began to explore his own body, smiling down at him wickedly.
“I always knew you were a fiery woman,” he laughed, letting his hands stroke her breasts watching as her eyes closed in ecstasy.
“You’re putting me off,” she scolded her voice deep and husky. Theodore dropped his hands suddenly and laughed deeply.
“Sorry my dear,” he apologised letting Eveline once more explore his body. Eveline kissed Theodore gently, teasing his senses as she let her lips explore his skin, grazing at his nipples and letting her lips kiss the contours of his taunt stomach, letting his fingers follow. Theodore breathed in deeply as the sensitive sensations filled his mind, taking him to a new and heightened state of being. It was so erotic watching his wife devour him passionately that he almost bolted up when she hovered over his hips, her eyes glowing and her lips wet. Sitting up on her knees, feeling wicked and wanton, Eveline pulled down Theodore’s pyjama bottoms her mouth opening slightly as she gazed down at his intimate area, large and alive. A shiver of fear suddenly filled her, she was too small, she thought anxiously, too small for him.
As if understanding immediately what his wife was thinking, Theodore got up, pulled down the rest of his pyjama bottoms and rolled her onto her back, her auburn curls falling about her body teasingly.
“There is no need to be afraid my love it is alright,” he soothed, opening her legs and placing and cupping her sensitive area, watching as her eyes burn with tension, a quiet sigh arousing him even more. Eveline’s hands were dancing above the bed sheets, unable to stay still, so with his free hand Theodore placed both her hands above her head, keeping them still while he explored her, his own body hot and ready for hers. Slowly he dipped his index finger into her sheath and felt the warm wetness of her body surround it, her muscles stretching. Eveline screamed out, arching her back, her eyes closed, and her cheeks burning.
Eveline screamed aloud as she felt Theod
ore’s finger enter her, causing her body to burn with ecstasy and need, slowly he thrust his finger in and out causing her muscles to stretch and contract, an incredible feeling curling up within her core making her greedy for more. Eveline had never touched herself before like this and regretted it very much, for the feelings it encouraged felt wonderful, she felt as though all the tension within her was being released.
“Theodore,” she cried, her brow wet with sweat.
“Yes my love,” he murmured taking his index finger away from her body and looking up at her face darkly, his eyes hot.
“More,” she stammered feeling the loss of his finger immediately. Theodore positioned himself above Eveline and guided his rigid and hard penis into her warm and wet sheath, feeling her body tense immediately. A soaring pain shot its way through Eveline’s body as Theodore entered her, an unbearable burning following. Lying still, her eyes closed, she bite her lip not wanting to betray the agony she felt.
“Eveline, I’m sorry,” whispered Theodore, “it is never without pain the first time, and your body is not used to the intrusion.” Eveline opened her eyes and relaxed instantly as she saw how concerned her husband was, his fingers wiping away the beads of sweats at her brow, his own heavy with sweat, his face flushed and his eyes dilated.
“Does it ease?” she whispered, moving her hips a little, the pain subsiding a little only to be replaced by an incredible sensation, that no amount of words could explain. As she moved her hips and watched Theodores face contort painfully, letting out a sharp sigh.
“I will only proceed when you ask me,” he stammered in between deep breathes as Eveline moved her hips again, opening her legs wider, letting him push deeper into her warmth.
“Proceed,” she ordered, arching her back once more as he began to thrust into her gently, slowly at first, letting her get used to the rhythm. Eveline found herself becoming lost in what seemed to be a race towards some sort of climax as Theodore thrust into her faster and harder, making deep noises, his hands tightening around her own. It was beautiful she cried, so beautiful to be joined with the man she loved, joined so very intimately. Together they danced before a thousand stars filled her darkness and her body.
*
Eveline lay across the sleeping Theodore and fiddled with her jewel, it had been wonderful she thought to herself, her intimate area slightly sore. She had never imagined that two people could summon such sensations as she had never felt before. Quietly she listened to her new husband’s heartbeat, calm and still and she smiled, things had surely changed, despite the heart ache and loss she and Theodore had endured. For the first time in many weeks, she felt as though life could only improve. Fate she agreed had been wrong, not once in the hour that she made love to her husband did she think of Galean or yearn for him, that was an improvement she agreed inwardly, yawning and closing her eyes, falling prey to sleep, much needed sleep.
Darkness took Eveline, stars filled her dreams as she fell gently through time awaking on soft, cold snow. Opening her eyes, her body shivered terribly as she realised she was on the edge of a mountain side, high above the rest of the world. She was once again robed in a dark midnight gown, her feet bare and her hair wild, dancing in the blustery winds that encircled the mountains that seemed to stretch on into the distance. Looking down from the edge Eveline saw a vast and dense forest, covering the land beneath the mountains. Turning, her body cold she made her way into the mountain through an opening. As she entered she stood looking down the corridor alit with lanterns on either side. Carefully and quietly she followed the lanterns, stopping to look inside several openings, which opened up into vast pools of steaming water, which seemed to be cascading down the walls. The other end of the cave was open, the night sky visible and clear. Eveline tip toed to the edge of the pool and knelt down, putting her finger in. The water was lovely and warm, incredible considering it was freezing outside and this was a mountain, where was the warm water coming from she wondered as she got up and left the cave, re-entering the corridor a little mesmerised. The wet and dimly lit corridor seemed to go on forever until eventually, Eveline was confronted with an exit, which seemed to lead to a staircase. Standing at the exit, Eveline looked around, she was inside a huge and vast space, warm and light, with strange sounds coming from below. Stepping out into the vast cave, Eveline looked down, the stairs seemed to go on forever, until her eyes enlarged with fear as they settled on the object of the noise that filled the large and vast cave. Stepping back towards the wall of the cave, Eveline clasped a hand to her mouth in awe, for under her was the most glorious, most terrifying, golden dragon, pacing about by its lonesome. Eveline got down on her knees and crawled to the edge of the staircase which winded itself downwards to the floor of the cave. The dragon was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. Taking a better look Eveline marvelled at the large and elegant dragon, which did not seem to scare her as she thought it should. The lanterns that surrounded the cave, illuminated the golden scales of the creature, its tail darker that the rest of its body. The dragon seemed to have incredible green eyes and a diamond mark on its forehead which was green also. Eveline stared at the beautiful creature for some time, awe struck, she listened to it whimper and wail as if in grief and a sudden urge came over her.
Eveline carefully and quietly made her way down the winding stairs that were without any rails to support her. As she descended the stairs the dragon stilled and became quiet, huddling itself in the far corner. Surely it couldn’t see her, pondered Eveline, in all of her dreams and visions she had been invisible. And yet the dragon gazed over at her, unmoving and vigilant as though it was scared of her. Eveline stood still near the stairs looking at the great beast, quiet and still. For several minutes they stood thus, summing one another up before the dragon stepped forward anxiously, causing Eveline to stumble backwards in fear. The dragon snorted as though laughing at her, causing Eveline to smile, she wasn’t invisible, the dragon could see her and she felt that it meant her no harm, in fact it was curious.
“Hello,” Eveline whispered getting up and walking towards the large creature. The dragon made a noise as if saying hello back. “Why you are very beautiful,” Eveline cooed, still walking towards the dragon, who was now bending its head in shyness at the compliment. Eveline stood still and held out her hand willing the dragon to come and sniff it. The elegant dragon stepped forward, its head still bent and stood before Eveline, tall and mighty. Eveline looked up into the huge green eyes and smiled, she felt an odd bond arising between them. The dragon touched her hand lightly with its mouth, groaning lightly at the introduction.
“I have never met a dragon before, even in my sleep,” she whispered to the groaning creature, its large belly moving about. The dragon moaned loudly in response to her, as though answering back, “why ever where you crying?” she asked gently, letting her hand settle upon its face, feeling the rough scales beneath her fingers. The dragon closed its eyes at the touch and sighed loudly, letting out a breath of hot air, warming Eveline’s cold body instantly. When the dragon’s eyes opened, it nodded over towards the large opening, before turning back to her. “Oh,” Eveline sighed happily, “you want to fly?” The dragon nodded in reply, showing its teeth in what seemed to be a smile. “Well then why don’t you?” she asked puzzled. The dragon stood back and began to whimper again as if moaning about something Eveline had no concept of, what was holding the dragon back? Eveline looked under the belly of the dragon and noticed that its back, left foot was chained, she followed the chain to the wall and smiled. “You are bound,” she sighed, the dragon nodded, its eyes lighting up. “Whoever bound you here?” Eveline asked walking around the dragon and stopping at its large back leg, bending down to lift the heavy chain up. The dragon growled loudly as if speaking to her, but she just could not understand it. Heavily the dragon slumped itself down onto the ground, given up and defeated, the weight of its body slamming against the ground causing Eveline to fall down, her face covered in back soot. The dragon’
s eyes turned to hers and it seemed to laugh. Eveline wiped the thick soot from her eyes and laughed back. “Oh you naughty thing, look at me now,” she cried out loud getting up once more. Again she looked at the chain and pondered, feeling the dragon’s keen gaze upon her. As she stood looking at the chain she wondered, was she strong enough to use her magic to unbind the chain? As if hearing her thoughts the dragon groaned in agreement.
“I wonder,” she whispered to the sighing dragon before closing her eyes and imagining the chain becoming loose and free. A warmth filled her and she heard a loud bang and opened her eyes immediately. The chains had become free, her magic had worked. “It worked!” she cried, clapping her hands together in excitement. As if realising what Eveline had done the dragon got up immediately and did a sort of dance before turning to her and lowering itself down, arching its back and creating what looked to be a seat. The dragon motioned to its back, willing her to get on.
“Oh no, I can’t, I have nothing to hold onto,” whispered Eveline nervously, stroking the rough scales. The dragon growled and quickly used its teeth to lift Eveline up by her collar and set her on its back. Eveline cried in shock as she sat on the warm back of the dragon, who was now standing up and making its way toward the exit. “Please I have nothing to hold onto,” begged Eveline. Scrapping her hands about, she found them diving into the scales and finding something to hold onto as the dragon stood on the very edge of the mountain side taking one more glance at Eveline’s scared face before lifting its head into the night sky and making a loud cry, suddenly flinging itself from the cliff. Eveline screamed as she held on for dear life, closing her eyes and keeping her head down as the dragon spiralled downwards at the speed of light suddenly ascending into the night sky before hitting the ceiling of the forest. Eveline felt the harsh cold air bite at her face as the dragon flew up into the starry sky, crying loudly. Holding on tightly, Eveline let her eyes open carefully, her hair dancing wildly in the wind. The dragon was slowing its speed down a bit, letting Eveline create some form of balance. Sitting up slightly Eveline looked down, they were flying over the vast forest. As she relaxed, still holding onto the dragons scales, she could see what looked to be small hamlets within the forest, the light of fires illuminating the trees around them. To her right lay a wide and long river, flowing out of the forest and onto plains. The dragon turned right and followed the long, winding river that passed villages on the banks. Eveline felt a little sick at being so high up and travelling at such a speed, but she was fascinated by the darkened lands that spread out into the distance, dotted with small hamlets, villages and larger towns. The dragon turned its head and looked at Eveline with mischief in its eyes.
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