I looked into her eyes, understanding the pain in her words. “He would love you, Seima, if he knew how you felt about him. He would love you. I’m sure of that.”
She shook her head slowly, and her eyes became glossy. "I am not fit for him, Art. My womb is barren like my mother's before the Goddess blessed her. The miracle would not repeat. There is no point in hoping. I could never do that to him. He wants a family more than anything in this life, and I have been assured I will never have one. It is because I love him that I do not tell him. He shall never know." She held my face in her hands while my fingers caressed the curve of her spine.
My chest tightened. It felt heavy with a pain very similar to hers. “Why does she not want me, Seima? Am I not enough for her?”
"What woman would dare not want you? You are a remarkable man. You are funny, masculine, a friend. A Warrior. She is scared. You must allow her to work through her fears and hopefully, she shall come out on the other side of the tunnel and into your arms. Do not force your love on her or you shall lose her. Give her time."
I nodded trusting she was right. “Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
Her right hand left my cheek and reached for mine. My palm caressed her skin while she guided it to the front of her body, and slipped it between her thighs. She moaned when my fingers reached her, and I felt the full extent of her need for me. Her skin was soft and sleek. I needed her too.
“I want you, Art. I need…”
My lips caught off her words as I finally claimed hers. My tongue slipped through them effortlessly as she gave in to me, and this desperate need we shared. I deepened the kiss while my fingers slid inside her and she moaned in my mouth, holding me tighter. The rush of desire swept through me as I imagined replacing my fingers with my hardened body. I needed to be inside her. I lifted her from the ground and placed her on the bed. Her legs parted for me instantly, and I held myself, caressing her entrance with my tip a second before I slid inside her. Our moans mixed as she welcomed me, tightening around me.
“Fuck.” My breathing was labored as was hers. “Tell me what you want. Tell me how to love you tonight.”
“Slow. Love me slowly.”
My hips moved into her again and again, her insides stroking me firmly as I slowly made love to her. I wanted to go deeper, faster, harder and quench this desperate thirst that only grew, even while being inside her, and was drowning me every day. I wanted her to moan for me, make her scream for me until there was no voice left on her lips. The furious need overwhelmed every single inch of me while she stroked me. I jerked inside of her. My back muscles strained as I held myself back. Still, I made love to her slowly even though I wished more than anything that it wasn't her under my body, tightening around me and pulling me inside her with the force of her release.
Seima was not the woman who could heal me. She didn’t love me, and I didn’t love her, not in the one way that truly mattered, but we needed each other.
No, it wasn’t she who could heal me, yet she was the only one I had.
CYNWRIG
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My back muscles strained, my biceps tensed and released as I pushed my body up and lowered myself to the floor once again. Briana called it doing push-ups, and the name kind of suited it. I continued building my upper body while I pretended not to notice her looking at me with longing. I tried not smiling and concentrating on building my resistance, but the truth was, my body was already responding to whatever thoughts were going through her mind. I could feel her arousal through our connection, and it was driving me crazy.
We had just awoken, and I decided to exercise while she read the journal. Like every morning, our day would begin with the blessings and Peace rite, then breakfast with Art and Lia, and finally, I would take Briana to our waterfall to practice the new spells that had appeared in Mo meantóir's journal. A new page seemed to materialize every day. Spells I had never seen before, although, so far they had all been relatively small enchantments, new protection spells and some to manipulate the elements. I had tried them as she showed them to me and I taught them to her. She was thrilled to have a new part of Nels with us as his journal fashioned more lessons for us, and although I agreed, I was merely enlightened to see her so eager to learn. Briana was finally embracing my world and being part of it.
“Naughty. Naughty girl.”
Her voice reached me and took the last ounce of will I had left. The blessings would have to wait this morning. I looked up at the sound of her voice and smirked. I stopped the push-ups, stood and walked towards her, holding her gaze. My grin deepened when she blushed. It made me want to love her all the more.
“Crapola.”
She whispered, realizing her mistake. I chuckled. She had gotten much better at not speaking her thoughts around others, but in moments like this, when it was just the two of us and I "distracted her" she said it was just too much to ask. I stopped in front of her, causing her to bend her neck all the way back to look into my eyes. She sat Indian style on the floor practicing her spells. The book was tightly clasped between her hands as she gazed upon me.
"And which naughty thoughts might those be?" I asked, with a raised brow and her eyes went to my "delectable dimple" as she called it. Need, rushed through me. I knew what that meant. "Oh, that kind," I added and laughed when the back of her hand connected with my abdomen.
“Pretentious Druid.”
I reached for her waist, lifted her from the floor as though she weighed nothing and laid her on the bed. I rested my body on hers, pressing her into the mattress.
“Hey, you are all sweaty!”
I chuckled, licking her lips. “And?”
“And…” She seemed to lose her train of thought when my lips reached her neck. A small moan escaped her. “Cyn…”
“Yes?” I continued down her skin, nibbling my way to her chest.
"We have no time for this." She added breathlessly. "You need to shower, and we have to do blessings this morning."
“What do you mean by ‘this,’ my Goddess? Me kissing you? Licking your body? Making you mine?”
I reached her breast and gazed upon her tight nipple. It was begging for me. Her back arched, lifting from the bed as my teeth grazed the side of her breast. "Also," she said panting. “I have to practice…” her words stopped when I gently nibbled on her nipple over the fabric of her tank top. Briana moaned, and the rush of desire that traveled through our connection and into my body was so intense it left me breathless.
"You may stop me at any time, my Goddess," I said, pulling down the fabric slowly, and uncovered her breast to my lips. I shuddered when her hips began grinding against me, stroking me through the fabric. It was not difficult to achieve considering I had fully hardened for her, and I was covered only by the linen pants I used for bed. I shifted, centering my hips between her thighs, and pressing myself against her. The thin cotton of her bottoms let me feel her need for me. I grunted when she pulled my hair, bringing my lips back to her nipple. They closed on it, complying with her request and I sucked the thick tip. My tongue swirled around it, enjoying the taste and wanting so much more. Her hands pulled my pants, and I lifted my hips allowing her to push them down while my lips and tongue devoured her other breast. I wanted her so badly. Ever since that night at the waterfall when we found our letters and her spirit animal had appeared, our connection had strengthened. I felt it the moment I made her mine under the cascade. The way I felt for her, the way she felt against my body. Everything I experienced around her, sentimental or carnal had augmented. It was as though we were connected on a different level now. My hand slipped between us and under the waistband of her underwear. I caressed her delicate skin. It was warm, sleek and pulsing, begging for us to become one.
“Cyn…”
My name had been a half moan and half gasp on her lips, eliciting another rush of desire. I moved up and claimed her lips. I shifted once more, pulling down her bottoms and reaching for h
er lace thong.
“Cyn…” Her voice was pleading.
I opened my eyes and looked into hers, certain she could see them clouded with desire. “Yes?”
“Would you do something for me?”
“Anything…”
Briana bit her lip and averted my gaze before continuing. I paused, unsure of what had caused the change in her. She now seemed uncomfortable, almost ashamed. I lifted my hips from hers and removed my hand; every inch of me resented the movement.
“Do you wish me to stop, my Goddess?
Her eyes widened. “No baby it’s not that. I want you.”
I sighed with relief and lowered my body to hers once again; resting my forearms on either side of her head I kissed her briefly. “What do you require, my Goddess?”
She blushed, and I frowned. She bit her lip again and closed her eyes as though trying to find away to hide. I looked at her utterly confused until it finally dawned on me. This was an intimate request.
“Is there anything you want me to do for you, my Goddess? To your body?”
Briana's eyes swiftly went to mine, and her blush deepened. I almost smiled, but I had no desire to make her feel even more ashamed. Whatever she wanted to ask of me was deeply embarrassing her. "I will do to you anything you want, my Goddess. You need just to say the words." I leaned in and nibbled her lip. My lips brushed against hers, then I claimed them. I kissed her slowly, deeply, hoping it would help her relax. Her body had tensed under mine. I began a trail along her jaw with my lips, my body expectant and desperate to give her whatever it was she desired from me. I needed her.
“I have never been with… Well, it’s only been you.”
I smiled. “I know, my Goddess. You have only been mine, and you will always be mine.”
Briana nodded. “I was wondering if you could…” I nodded, encouraging her to finish the thought. “I want to feel your lips on my body.”
I looked into her eyes and smiled. “Is that all? You wish for me to kiss your whole body?”
She blushed again, and her eyes became vulnerable. She shook her head. “Not my whole body…” She trailed off and reached for my hand. She slowly guided it over her chest, her breast, and my palm caressed her warm skin filling me with more desire if that was at all possible. Our joined hands passed her navel and settled between her thighs. I let my finger caress her and realized her need for me had increased since I had last touched her. "I want to feel your lips, your kisses…"
My eyes widened as her words finally broke through the haze. I knew what she wanted from me. I lifted my body from hers looking at her with a mixture of confusion and shock. She wanted me to submit to her? To humiliate me? Why would she ask such a thing?
“Why would you ask that of me?” I asked, as my heart filled with trepidation.
Briana’s eyes widened when she noticed my reaction. Her face paled. “Cyn, I’m sorry. You don’t have to do anything. I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m sorry.”
Her eyes shone with unshed tears, and I felt like a beast for making her cry. I held her tightly in my arms and felt her shy away from me. I had hurt her. What had happened? She was pulling away from me, and I did not want this space growing between us. I kissed her cheek.
“I apologize, my Goddess. I should not have reacted that way.”
I willed myself to calm while I caressed her back. My mind raced while I tried to understand, to come up with a reason for her request. Then something occurred to me. We came from two completely different worlds. Perhaps…
"I am truly sorry, Briana. Please look upon me." I pleaded and saw her slowly lift her head from my neck. When her eyes found mine, a tear had escaped them. I kissed it off her cheek and looked into her eyes again. "Where I am from, the Romans use fellatio as a punishment for their prisoners. If they caught someone performing an illegal or inappropriate act, or if they simply wish to humiliate a person, the guard would force the person to kneel and take them into their mouths. The person was ordered to perform fellatio on the guard in broad daylight, in public, one or more times with the sole purpose of making them submit to the Roman power. They have done that to my people. To everyone they have captured, women, men, on occasion even children. They have no respect for anyone…" I took a deep breath seeing the horror in her eyes. She was not aware of this. How could I ever imagine she would know, and still ask that of me? "For us, fellatio is not something to be done with someone you love, my Goddess. It is a submission to power. I'm truly sorry I hurt you. I did not intend to… what does it mean for you?" She cradled my cheek, and I could tell she was unsure about answering. "Please. Help me understand."
Briana nodded and took a deep breath. "It means giving each other pleasure. In my time it is about showing the one you love how much you want them and need them. Satisfying them in every way you can. People do it when they are in love or even if they are not because of the type of sensations it elicits. You can enjoy it just as much as the person receiving it. It's about connecting on a different level. Experiencing each other in a whole new way."
I stared at her taken aback by her explanation. How could one act change that much over the years? Two thousand years to be exact. I took a deep breath, willing myself to see things through her eyes. The way she spoke of it made me want to experience it with her. I wanted her to be mine in every way possible. To give her pleasure on every level that existed. I caressed her cheek, realizing that loving her in any way could never be a punishment. I was hers. I wanted to know what it felt like in her world. Leaning in, I kissed her and pressed her to my body fiercely. I needed her. My lips left hers only when she gasped for air. The desire was evident in her eyes.
“I wish to try this with you, my Goddess.”
Briana shook her head. “No Cyn, you don’t have to. I’m sorry I asked. I didn’t know. I would have never.”
I kissed her once more interrupting her apology. My hand massaged her breast, and she moaned. I looked into her eyes. "I want to know what it is like in your world. I want to experience what you described to me, at least once. Will you show me?" My hand left her breast and slipped under the lace once again. She moaned when my fingertip caressed her. I saw the need in her eyes. I was unsure of what I was doing, but I would attempt it for her.
I lifted my body from hers and kneeled on the bed. My fingertips tugged at the lace that wrapped her hips, and I gently pulled. Her body briefly lifted from the bed allowing me to remove her underwear. She held my hand, and I noticed she was trembling. I searched her eyes, and I could see the vulnerability in her again.
"I love you," I whispered and saw a slight smile on her lips. She was nervous.
I caressed her thighs as my heart raced, and I forced the thoughts in my head to silence. I needed to do this for her. Briana's legs moved, forcing my gaze to return to her body. They slowly parted for me, and suddenly I was seeing her in a manner I had not. She was much more beautiful than I could ever imagine. My hands caressed their way up her inner thighs assisting her legs upwards. She was completely bare to me. I lay on the bed, between her legs and admired her. Her rosy, delicate skin glistened, and called to me. It was a glorious sight. Her intoxicating scent suddenly reached me, and it blinded me to anything else but her. A surge of desire so powerful it took the breath from me, traveled through me. My stomach dipped, and I jerked against the mattress. I leaned closer to her skin as my mouth became dry with a thirst I had never experienced before, and I wasn't in control of my body anymore. Pure instinct and need steered me, and it sought one thing only. To taste her.
My lips touched her sleek skin, and fierce want rushed through me. The delicious moans my intimate kisses elicited from Briana caused a shudder to go through me. My hands held her thighs in place while my tongue caressed her, explored, and teased her. Our moans mixed. The more I tasted her, the more I needed her. My body had been lit on fire, and I could barely stand the throbbing between my thighs. I had never needed to be inside her as desperately as I did at that moment, yet I did not wa
nt to stop. Her hands gripped my hair, and she pulled as my name left her lips, mixed with the most enticing moans I had ever provoked in her. I wanted to hear my name from her lips that way every day. Briana's body writhed with pleasure, shuddering and trembling under my lips. Every taste, nibble, and brush of my lips on her most sensitive skin fueled me with powerful arousal. Her hips lifted off the bed as she moaned my name and I became impossibly thirstier for her. I held her down as my lips went deeper into her. I never wanted to stop. I wrapped my hand around myself, and began stroking, certain I would explode from need at any moment. I moaned into the swollen, pulsing center of her, marveling at the way it felt under my tongue. I was kissing a part of her that until now I had only explored with my fingers and my body. I had never imagined it could feel, taste this way. It was glorious.
Briana's thighs began to tremble, and her body suddenly spasmed under my lips. Everything stopped for a fraction of a second and then her head whipped back and her back arched against the mattress as she reached the highest peak and fell over its edge. A formidable moan left her lips, and her body began to quiver. I was thirsty no more. My lips moved on her, and I drank from her body until there was nothing left. Not a single thought existed in my mind other than being inside her.
I pulled myself up and desperately claimed her lips, holding her fiercely against my body. Before she could take her next breath, I slid inside her, moaning into her mouth. My body curled around her and I vigorously rocked into her. Her skin clung to mine tightly, sucking me in and shredding any ounce of restraint I had left. The surge of pleasure rushed down my spine and found its way through me with my overwhelming release. I kissed her neck and clung to her as my body convulsed with pleasure and I disintegrated in her arms.
BRIANA
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I sat on the boulder listening to the cascading water and trying to concentrate on the spell I was practicing. After a morning like the one I had, it was nearly impossible to think of anything else. To say that morning had turned into afternoon and breakfast into lunch should explain it, but it really didn't.
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