She moaned and wrapped her hand around his cock, sliding up and down the shaft in a rhythm that almost made him light-headed. He hardened to aching proportions. Swallowing hard, he tamped down his need.
“Patience, my lady. Allow me to bathe you.”
Her skin was like the finest silk beneath his fingertips―smooth, warm, inviting, and so very much alive. It shivered at his touch, quivered at his caress, pebbled where his breath touched it, and burned with a heat from within he alone had stoked. His fingers, his lips, his tongue―he used them to leave not one inch untouched.
When he finally made his way down her belly and across her hips, he spread her thighs, parted the folds covering her pussy, and slid a finger inside. Her deep-throated cry of pleasure was a sweet melody.
He encouraged Briar’s song of need as he circled her sensitive clit with his thumb while stroking her to a steady, quickening rhythm. Deeper and faster he probed and plunged, rewarded by her cries of ecstasy.
His cock responded to the sound. His heartbeat hammered through the coursing of his veins, and his brain demanded the relief only being inside of her, pounding into her, could provide. Still he resisted.
When Briar’s knees buckled and she could no longer stand on her own, Uthiel lifted her with one arm, never breaking the intimate contact between his other hand and her pussy, and carried her to the shore, where he laid her gently down on a bed of soft grass.
Positioning himself beside her, he journeyed with his tongue once more…to the particularly sensitive spot behind her ear…to the hollow at the base of her throat…
Uthiel grinned as tiny chill bumps pebbled her skin. Onward and downward, he relished the subtle, salty taste of her. A berry-sweet nipple held his tongue’s concentration for long moments while his fingers leisurely stroked Briar’s hot, wet pussy.
He paused the circular movement of his hand as he lost himself in the heady scent of her essence.
“Don’t stop!” Briar cried.
“Patience.”
“Please, Uthiel,” she begged. “Oh my god, please.”
His response was to dip his head and flick his tongue in and out of the small indentation of her belly. She bucked against him, her hands fisted in his hair, and forced him downward.
“Wait for me, sweet Briar. I have a need of my mouth upon you when you soar, my lady. I hunger for the feel and taste of your pleasure upon my lips. Wait for it. I promise you won’t regret it.”
Uthiel smiled as Briar’s eyes opened and her gaze locked with his. Her eyes were glazed with passion and need, love and trust. She took gulping breaths as if the air about her had become too thin to breathe. Uthiel delighted in her grasp for control, knowing it was a battle she would lose.
Her voice broke as she spoke directly to his heart. “L…love me, Uthiel. Love me as only you can.”
He took her mouth in a ravenous kiss, urgent and forceful, deep and powerful…and triumphed in her response.
No longer was Briar the student. The woman below him gave as good as she got and answered his kiss with unabashed passion. Her fingernails clawed his back, her teeth nipped his lip, and her pussy rubbed hard against his cock, insisting on something he wasn’t yet willing to give in to.
He slid down her body and between her quivering thighs in a single motion. His hand parted her tender folds while his tongue delved deeply into her moist warmth.
His own cock was almost his undoing. It throbbed and pulsated. It ached and burned. Every nerve ending in his body begged him to give in to its demands, and still he forced that need to the back of his mind.
His hands firmly held the cheeks of her fine ass while he captured her clit between his teeth. He nipped and suckled, teased and tormented, probed and licked, until Briar’s scream tore through the silence of the night and her spasms shook the ground around them.
Briar shuddered and found release.
He was still rock-hard and hurting when Briar stirred moments later.
“Did you think completely blowing my mind would make me forget our agreement? I do believe I won the right to take the top,” she teased, “and I’m still going to fuck you until you come. Or succumb.”
Before he could do more than groan, she rose, straddled him, and sheathed his cock deep inside herself. With a mischievous grin, she wiggled her bottom.
Uthiel closed his eyes. Though his cock still ached and he struggled to hold still enough to let Briar take charge, soul-deep contentment seeped into every fiber of his being. “I am your loyal and trusty steed, my lady. Ride me to your heart’s content.”
Briar giggled, “Oh, I plan to ride you, my love. Right to the brink of oblivion and beyond.”
Though her strokes started slowly, Uthiel had to admit Briar rode like an expert.
Uthiel’s eyes flew open a few moments later. Already, a surprising yet familiar sensation swirled from behind his balls and up into his core.
Lord Draka, was this…? Am I about to…?
He stared into the gleaming gaze of the woman above him.
“You are healed, Uthiel. Our love has healed you. It has healed us both. Accept it.”
Could it really be true?
Pressure swelled below the base of his cock and the necessity to move overcame reason. Uthiel flipped Briar over and thrust fast and hard into her welcoming heat.
From deep within the small of his back, muscles pulsed with a rhythmic sensation of expanding pleasure. All thought fled as pure instinct took over and the sweet taste of release tingled upon his tongue.
Time slowed as the beat of his heart pounded in his chest. With each breath, he struggled to remain conscious, and every nerve ending in his body screamed for satisfaction.
Uthiel grounded himself in Briar’s eyes, in the love there, and he believed. His strokes slowed and his thrusts deepened. He won hard-fought control over what was happening to his body.
If they were going to do this thing, then they would finish as they started. Together.
He took her mouth in a kiss that held a promise to last a lifetime. Love melded their souls into one, as it meshed their bodies and minds. Not a heartbeat separated them―not a hair, not a breath, not a sound. They moved in unison, him sliding into her and her enveloping him. It was a dance, it was a song.
Simply and completely, it was love.
Her first shudders began before Uthiel took his next breath. Briar’s eyes glazed over, and he could see she was close, so very close. He quickened his strokes, wanting only to bring her pleasure, wanting only to show her his love.
Exulting in the feel of her rolling, tightening spasms, Uthiel redoubled the pace. His cock throbbed, his balls clenched, and his heart pounded.
A long-ago memory swirled in the recesses of his mind as, deep in the pit of his belly, a long-forgotten sensation flamed to life.
He almost stopped. He almost couldn’t believe it.
He stared into the eyes of the woman he would love for the rest of his life…and grinned in triumph. Then he pounded her pussy as if his very life depended on it.
Like hot magma spewing forth from deep within a volcano, his man-made lava at first traveled slowly, meandering through tubes and along vessels until it pooled at the base of his shaft.
And then it happened.
In the blink of an eye, in the middle of a heartbeat, the overheated, long-overdue liquid shot upward and outward, exploding deep within Briar’s belly.
Throwing back his head, Uthiel Dragonheart roared his release for all of Albrath to hear.
****
Briar giggled as she lay against Uthiel’s chest. “How can you say such a thing? Poor Leeky has lost so much and now you accuse him of purposely trying to interrupt us, just because you think something, or someone, was rustling in the bushes?”
Uthiel laughed without a care. He and Briar had lain in the quiet of the night for the past couple rotations of the hourglass and chatted about everything from their future to dragons to castles to love and, at last, to the lovable but
irritating gnome.
“Poor Leeky, my foot. How many times has that gnome put a damper on what we were trying to do? I’m sorry he lost his…umm…doll, but I can’t say I’m sorry I didn’t have to share the pool or you with him this evening.”
Briar cuddled closer as she yawned. Her eyes fluttered shut. “I made sure we didn’t have to worry about being interrupted by Mr. Leeky Shortz this evening. I bribed my father and Sarco to keep him busy.”
Uthiel chuckled and wrapped Briar into the warmth of his arms, and stared up at the millions of stars overhead.
Tomorrow he would start the rebuilding of land and castle. Tomorrow would begin his reign as a leader. Tomorrow the plans for a wedding would be discussed and decisions about Briar’s continuing education made.
But for tonight, he was just a man holding the woman he loved in his arms. A very contented man.
He glanced into the face he’d never tire of waking up next to, and his heart seized. But the sight of Briar naked, with her nipples pert and her pussy still damp, made a completely different part of his body react.
Uthiel bent his head to kiss her.
“Oh, no you don’t, Paladin,” she grinned, and added, “Well, perhaps just once or twice more.”
Beauty, brains, and magic all in such a sweet package. How had one man gotten so lucky?
Briar had been right. In the end, love had healed all and touched them with its magic.
Epilogue
Midan Tumbleweed tapped his foot, glared at Sarco, and waited. Though the wedding ceremony had been beautiful, and the reception was proving quite enjoyable, it was definitely time to take care of business.
“I’m not giving it to him. You do it,” Sarco said, stubbornly folding his arms and refusing to look at―much less touch―the brightly wrapped package on the table.
“Me?” Midan laughed. “It wasn’t my idea to buy it for him in the first place. I just pitched in a few platt to help you pay for it. If I remember correctly, and I’m sure I do, it was you who insisted we go into that particular shop last night.”
Midan’s stomach cramped and reminded him why a man his age shouldn’t try to compete with youngsters when it came to the consumption of ale.
Sarco paced. “Well, last night it seemed like a good idea. This morning, I’m not so sure. It might just really piss him off, you know. He’s been unbearably testy since we got back to The Academy last week. And did you see him during the wedding? He was bawling like a baby. Maybe we should save it for another time.”
Midan eyed the young wizard and chuckled, “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of an almost-bald, itty-bitty gnome not even a quarter of your size, Sarco?”
The wizard shrugged his shoulders. “Fine. You’re right. We need to do this. Come on, Mr. Big Brave Ranger, let’s get this over with. I’m telling you right now, though, if he starts crying again, I’m going to blame you.”
Midan Tumbleweed cackled. Hangover or not, watching Leeky Shortz open this particular package was going to be loads of fun.
He adjusted his stiff collar. The wedding had truly been a magnificent affair. Briar, in the beautiful dress Leeky had so graciously supplied, had worn a glow of complete love and happiness as she’d walked down the aisle of The Academy’s chapel on his arm.
Midan would never forget the moment. His little lass was all married, and to a paladin to boot. Her five brothers and their wives and children were all in attendance. Could any man anywhere be more blessed?
He glanced across the room to where the newlyweds greeted and talked with well-wishers, family, and Academy staff. He wasn’t sure which of the two young people looked happier.
The love-filled gaze Uthiel bestowed upon his new wife brought a tear to Midan’s eye. He remembered looking at Briar’s mother the exact same way. And the way Briar smiled up at her husband, with eyes filled with joy and love, humbled him to even witness it. Yes, the pair would deal well with each other in the future.
Directing his gaze to the red-eyed gnome sitting all alone in the corner, Midan smiled. Yes, Briar and Uthiel were just fine, but Leeky Shortz was in dire need of cheering up, and he knew just what would do the trick.
****
What the dingleberries stuck betwixt the arse cheeks of an oversized dark-elf call girl doing a pole dance for a room full of dwarf dandies were those two up ta now?
Leeky sighed. Midan had a grin as wide as the Caverns of Sallah on his pasty-white face while Sarco looked like he wanted to run away and hide instead of following after Briar’s da.
So, what did they want with him, and why couldn’t people just leave him alone in his Miss Kittyless misery?
The duo reached the table in only a matter of a few strides and plopped down a large box wrapped in bright red paper and covered with multicolored ribbons.
Leeky wasn’t impressed.
“What the inflamed bunion on the big toe of a red-headed ogre trying ta do the waltz do ya two think ya’re doing? Does this look like the bride’s gift table ta ya? Can’t ya tell when a gnome just wants ta be left alone? Perhaps ya should slow down a bit on the ale.”
Sarco poked Midan. “Didn’t I tell you this was a bad idea?”
Leeky smiled…almost.
Midan hauled out a chair, took a seat at the table, and shoved the package in front of Leeky. “Oh, quit being such a bad sport, ya little peckerhead, and open your present.”
Leeky’s mind went blank. “A present for me, ya say? Really?”
Both men nodded and grinned.
“For the love of a three-boobed wood elf doing the nasty with an Alarian Mountain donkey right in the middle of town square! It’s been years since anyone has given ol’ Leeky a present.”
Bending, he opened his toolbox and extracted a packet wrapped in tissue paper. Laying it on the table, Leeky flipped back the paper to reveal a pair of pristine, cream-colored silk gloves. Slowly he removed his going-to-special-occasions dress-blue gloves, and slipped the silk ones on.
“My present-opening gloves,” he smiled. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had reason ta use em.”
Sarco and Midan stared impatiently at him, but Leeky didn’t care. Opening a present was a serious situation if one wasn’t careful. Though his childhood was long past, Leeky still remembered the glee on his father’s face, Yulemass morning, when one of the booby traps he always attached to the gifts went off. It was gnome custom after all, and the origin of the saying, this present will blow ya away.
Meticulously, he unwrapped his gift, untaping each corner and undoing each ribbon before checking for trip wires, then finally removing the wrapping. When there was nothing left to do but look at what lay within, Leeky gazed up at his friends.
“Feels like my birthday. Might even be, since I’ve forgotten when that is.”
Slowly he drew back the paper, revealing what lay inside, and gasped.
“What the rain-slicked pubic hair of a nakey troll trollop caught out in a summer downpour do ya make of that? An honest-ta-goodness Miss Bunny 2000!”
He grabbed the box and squeezed it tightly. His heart hammered, and his nose ran.
“I’ve wanted one of these for ever so long. Not that I would’ve ever replaced Miss Kitty, mind ya, but a Miss Bunny 2000…ohhhhh my.”
Ripping open the box, he stroked the flat, plastic face staring up at him. Taking her into his arms, he shook her out and twisted her around.
“See there, boys?” He pointed to her still-uninflated bottom. “That little white cottontail is her trademark. Oh, the stories I’ve heard about this model and the things she can do.”
Leeky giggled and his cock popped up proud at the memory of a demonstration he’d once seen of this particular doll’s tongue action. He started making lists in his head.
He would need candles, and oil, and whipping cream, perhaps chocolate sauce, a vibrator, and certainly a variety of whips and chains. And a new pair of soft, fuzzy, pink gloves. Oh, and popcorn, lots and lots of popcorn.
Hurriedly tucking the d
oll under his arm, he headed in the direction of his room. “Thanks much, lads,” he said.
“Off to enjoy your evening now, are you?” Midan asked.
Leeky yelled over his shoulder, “What the quickly retreating sperm caught in the unsuspecting mouthwash after a deep-throat blow job do ya think my night’s gonna be like? Can’t think of a better gift ya guys could have gotten me, ever.”
He was almost to the stairs when Sarco caught him, pressed something metal into his hand, and whispered, “I know the perfect place where you and Miss Bunny can get…umm…better acquainted.”
Leeky giggled with glee. “Oh, ya do, do ya? Tell me more.”
****
“I still say it’s rude to sneak away like that, Uthiel,” Briar smiled as she nuzzled her new husband’s neck.
Uthiel struggled with the doorknob while trying to balance Briar in his arms. “They’ll understand why we left, my lady. Trust me on this. I’m even pretty sure they were expecting it. I couldn’t wait one more turn of the hourglass to have you to myself,” he winked. “To slide my cock inside you.”
He set her on the edge of the bed and glanced around the room. Candles burned brightly, a soft glow warmed the space, and the smoke from popcorn-scented incense trailed toward the ceiling.
Popcorn scented, really? Whatever.
Uthiel shrugged, then smiled at the thoughtfulness of his friend. How had Sarco guessed he’d convey Briar back here to Landis and the big-enough-for-four bed? He would have to thank his friend when they got back to The Academy.
“It was still rude,” she laughed. “What do you think my father is going to say about you scooping me up and taking off with me, right in the middle of his toast? And did you see poor Alchemia and her family? I’m sure we scandalized them, and that’s after she was so kind as to come all the way back to school, just to be my matron of honor. Oh, and what about my poor counselor, Miss Fransisca? Her face flushed as red as the rest of her outfit when she saw us leave.”
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