Vision of Light [The Renegades 1]

by Amanda Hilton

  She shook her head and reached for him, wanting to reassure him and herself. “Oh, Lucien. Just make love to me."

  Chapter 24

  Point of No Return

  He lay next to her on the bed and tunneled a hand under her skirt.

  "I have missed you so,” she whispered against his mouth as she spread her legs for his wandering fingers. When she pulled at her skirt, he helped her undress quickly. Aislan closed her eyes when he found his target and toyed mercilessly with her clit until she climaxed, moaning. She gripped his tunic and arched her hips into his caressing hand.

  "I love you, Lucien.” The words felt so right, etching deep into her soul. She opened her eyes. “I love you,” she said again. “I want to be with you, always, for the rest of my life."

  He smiled at her, his expression full of loving tenderness, his adoration of her openly evident, and that was enough for her. She needed him so desperately, and she groaned aloud when he finally mounted her, sliding fully into her body. He started out slowly, almost too gently as he pulled partially out, then scraped back in along the walls of her pussy until his cock settled deep within to the hilt, until she adjusted again to the wondrous pressure of him. He kept up several long strokes, and then picked up the pace. She groaned as he thrust into her repeatedly, sending her into another vortex of ecstasy. When he kissed her, she slid a hand into his hair, fingers weaving in the long dark strands. Her other hand slid to his shoulder, her nails pressing into the slick muscles.

  "I love you,” she whispered. “I love you, Lucien,” she said as he paused for a moment, nestled deep within her. He opened his eyes to look at her, his face dark and intense with desire and love.

  "Darling Aislan,” he said, but he stopped short.

  She placed her fingers across his lips. “'Tis all right, love. Say it only when you are ready,” while she wondered briefly what had pained him so to hold back from admitting his obvious love.

  Afterwards, he held her while they lay, panting from their climaxes. He nuzzled her throat and she held him tightly while she oriented herself again.

  "You are an incredible woman."

  "Mmm.” She opened her eyes lazily and touched his beloved face, her fingers tracing along his lips. “'Tis so wonderful to make love again.” He kissed her, and they both lingered to savor each other. When he finally released her mouth, he settled her in his arms and held her. Aislan weaved her fingers with his, sliding up and down, closing over the hard knuckles. His hand was huge and masculine, strong and capable, battling the world to keep her safe.

  "I had a dream last night,” she admitted. “It could have been a vision."

  "What did you dream about?"

  Aislan did not hesitate. “Ever since I was a little girl, you haunted my dreams, watching over me.” She peeked at him beneath her lashes.

  He gave a start but continued regarding her thoughtfully.

  She smiled. “You menaced me at first. As I grew up, I began seeing you as my knight, my protector, my savior. Imagine my shock when I saw you for the first time.” She reached up and pressed a soft kiss against his mouth. “Last night, you came for me, trying to protect me."

  Aislan wanted to tell him about the white-haired Narisse, but she hesitated. She had spent the morning trying to decipher her dream. She would tell him as soon as she figured out why Narisse, who should be a threatening presence, had looked at her with hope. Until she understood, she did not want to worry him needlessly. He had plenty of immediate worries right now. Anyhow, Aislan would never allow Narisse to possess her.

  Lucien looked at her strangely, and she smiled at him in assurance. They made love again, taking their time with each other until they were exhausted. Finally, they both dragged themselves out of the tiny bed, and naked, put together a light meal and ate half-heartedly. At one point, they made love with him thrusting away behind her while she leaned over the small table. The table legs gave way, toppling and falling apart at their feet. Lucien caught her in time before they both could go tumbling after it. Aislan laughed, still bent over while her arms flailed for balance.

  "I'll repair that later,” Lucien noted, holding her in place with one arm about her waist, the other on her chest, squeezing one breast. He resumed thrusting until they both came. Turning her around, he kissed her while they danced over to the bed. They skipped and lurched about because they still had not descended from their climaxes. Aislan fell onto the bed on top of him, laughing at his exaggerated wince of pain before he rolled her onto her side.

  "I weigh nothing,” she declared and smacked his firm, round ass cheek. “Hmm,” she sighed thoughtfully. “You may spank me if I misbehaved."

  He looked startled, and then he smiled. “Impudent wench, do not start what you cannot finish."

  Aislan did not know how else to let him know she would make love with him any way he wanted. He would not broach it now, and she knew he would not do it until he felt she was ready. She took his hand and kissed the slightly rough palm.

  "I am ready for you, darling, however you want to make love."

  "Aislan..."

  "I want to know,” she whispered. “Show me how ‘twould feel.” Even as she said it, her heart beat like a drum in her chest.

  "There is no rush, love,” he said gently.

  "I want to,” she insisted. “I am ready now."

  He kissed her, and then sat up, and Aislan's heart went to her throat. “You need to be prepared properly. Let's go to the water, shall we?"

  They would do this in the water? Aislan thought oil would have been a better choice. Anyhow, should they not have privacy for this? What if someone stumbled onto them? Either of the Calvacade brothers could drop by for a visit at any time.

  Lucien laughed. “You are insatiable. No, my lovely girl, we will just swim."

  And swim they did, frolicking about, taking their time with the cleansing and preparation. At one point, he decided to have her practice regeneration again. He remained above water with his hands against her back while she stayed underneath. She remained calm and alert as they experimented. He tested her very tentatively, pushing her only in tiny steps because of the unknown process. She sensed his reluctance to take any risk that would injure her. He kept the session brief, just enough to energize her. When they returned to the bank, he wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to Calvan.

  While she lay in bed, he went to add more logs in the hearth before returning to her side. He lay next to her and touched her face, then kissed her lightly. “I love you, Aislan,” he said finally. “Let us wait. Tomorrow, or the day after, or in a few days. We have time, darling. Let me court you first."

  She pulled back. “You have courted me since the first moment we met. What new ways will you woo me now? Bring me flowers? Write songs and sing them to me? Darling, I love you."

  "Aislan.” He held her close and rested his forehead against hers. “I want it to be good for you, but you may hurt."

  Aislan thought of his ability to heal, but she had never felt sorcery energy while they made love, and she wondered why. However, she was pleased he had never applied sorcery when it came to making love, except for that time when he freed her from the chains and eased her ankles and wrists.

  "It may not hurt at all,” she insisted. “How will you know unless we try? It could become so good for me that I would want to again and again.” Aislan could not believe the difficulty of talking him into what he had always wanted. She could not believe she ended up being the one begging for it. “Or is it because you no longer want me that way?"

  He groaned and rolled onto his back. “I have no more willpower left to resist this."

  Aislan rolled partially on top of him. “What must I do to tempt you without being too vulgar about it?"

  "Aislan,” he groaned again.

  "Darling, I know you want to.” She paused. “Tell me you want to."

  "Of course, I want to.” He held her for a moment, and then kissed her. “Are you certain about this?"


  "If you resist me anymore, I shall turn over and show you how shameless I could become.” Even though she threatened him, the thought of propping up her bare bottom on her own made her face flush with heat. Aislan preferred that he took the initiative on this one.

  "Ah, my sweet. That would be such a beautiful sight.” He brushed his finger along her chin. “If you are certain about this."

  She nodded, smiling. “Yes, darling, very certain. I want to."

  Pulling her into his arms, he held her tenderly. “Aislan, all those dreams, all that time, I misread you. You turned out to be my angel."

  Aislan wondered what he meant by having misread her.

  "I dreamed about a woman with long, golden hair. She teased me and haunted me almost all my life, coming to me in my dreams,” he said, sending a chill through her in her shock. “One day, as I chased down a woman in the forest, her hood slid aside, and I saw her beautiful gold hair.” He weaved his fingers through the loose strands, and Aislan realized now why he touched her hair constantly. “I knew then you are my destiny. You declared I belong to you, and I do from the first moment I saw you. My heart, my soul, and everything else I have to give you."

  "Oh, Lucien."

  "I love you, my darling.” He pressed kisses on her face. “I would do anything to keep you safe. You will have to bear with me because I am not easy to deal with. As long as I live, I'll do my best to be good to you and make you happy."

  Aislan could not help but cry.

  "I did not mean to make you cry."

  "You do make me happy,” she whispered. They made love again, and he took his time about it. As she neared the peak, he pulled out of her, then manipulated her clit slowly until she climaxed. His mouth nestled between the folds to drink of her, and his tongue played with her until she climaxed again.

  Afterwards, he turned her boneless body onto her stomach and adjusted the pillow beneath her belly, propping her bottom up high. Aislan lay in a daze, every nerve still wracking from the throes of her orgasms. His palms roamed over her buttocks, squeezing each cheek, parting them.

  "You are so beautiful.” He tongued her flesh, squeezing both cheeks gently, rubbing his whiskers against them. “How deliciously perfect you are."

  "Mmm,” she sighed and jumped slightly when his tongue nuzzled and pried into the crevice. He delved up and down the crack, and then spread the cheeks apart as he rimmed the sensitive bundle of nerves.

  "Oh!” she groaned, raising her bottom to give him better access. “Oh, yes!” She could faint from the pleasure.

  "Darling, tell me I can do whatever I want."

  "Yes, yes, whatever you want!"

  He lifted her slightly and sucked on her wet pussy until she was a quivering mass, her attention entirely focused on every sensation pulsing between her legs.

  "I want you so much."

  "Lucien, yes. Yes, please.” She could feel her cum flowing again as his tongue splashed about, lapping up the new onslaught of juices. She writhed, wanting, wanting...

  "Stay put, love."

  She turned her head slightly to see him bend over to rifle through a bag lying on the floor near the bed. Behind him, the hearth cast a warm glow to his dark brown skin, outlining his naked, lean frame. His height and muscular build made him an imposing presence, and combined with his dark good looks, youth, and virility, Aislan's whole body vibrated with lust. Her love for him only made her feel even more intoxicated. She could not take her focus off her perfect soul mate.

  Taking out the small oil bottle from Madam Isabel, Lucien came back to her side, where he uncapped the bottle and then oiled his fingers while he looked at her. Aislan remained relaxed, feeling no doubt, no nervousness.

  Sitting next to her, he placed a hand on her bottom. “Tell me again you want this."

  "Yes, I want this."

  He brushed a thumb back and forth along the crack of her buttocks, rubbing the oil against the demarcation where he would breach. “I love you, Aislan.” He hesitated. “If you would like to feel no pain, I could prevent it."

  "No.” Aislan did not even hesitate. “I want to feel everything. Everything.” It would be pointless for her otherwise.

  Bending, he kissed her naked shoulder. “Relax, my love."

  He moved behind her and put a hand on her hip to steady her. A well-lubricated finger forayed slowly into her ass and stretched her. Once she had relaxed and moaned from the incipient pleasure, he pulled out and then inserted two fingers, the sizeable girth stinging, stretching the tightness, burning as he widened her. Briefly, Aislan wondered how he could squeeze the huge crown of his cock through there on the first breach. He had taught her enough about sorcery, but she refused to have anything interfere with this experience.

  She loved him, and she would accept him. Aislan stopped worrying about how he could get in. She sensed his hesitation, and at the first tendril of his energy, she turned her head to look over her shoulder.

  "Lucien, please, let me feel everything, even if it hurts. I want to feel.” She relaxed completely to let him know how much she wanted this, completely letting herself go with the moment. As he worked her, her clit twitched and throbbed, and her pussy clenched spasmodically.

  The pain started to feel good. His probing fingers felt good, rotating around, widening her. Oh, so, so good. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the sensations, focusing on the movements of his fingers inside her, feeling the firm grip of his hand against her hip to brace her in place. She moaned. Oh, she was so ready. She wanted. She wanted...

  "Lucien,” she groaned, “please hurry up and take me now!"

  * * * *

  Lucien let his palm roam up and down her back before drifting over her round bottom. Breathing hard and shaking with excitement, he gripped one perfect cheek. His oiled fingers played inside her anus as he breached her. She quivered, and he pulled his fingers out.

  "Come on up on hands and knees, my darling Aislan,” he whispered. In an all-four's position, he could control the depth of the penetration. She obeyed him instantly even though her arms and legs shook, but he sensed she did not shake from fear.

  "I have imagined your beautiful, perfect ass around my cock so many times.” He cupped her mons, her juices flowing from her pussy and dribbling down onto his hand, her proof of an insatiable appetite that matched his. He straightened and adjusted her in position, holding onto her hips. She braced herself in readiness. Because Lucien had all the time in the world, he did not rush her.

  Positioning his cock at her pussy, he penetrated to the hilt, and she groaned and widened her legs. He dug his cock back and forth swiftly in her wet vagina, pounding into the soft, unresisting flesh—fast and deep. His gaze focused on the tempting curves of her buttocks. He slowed down, taking it easy, making it last as long as possible. Once, he nearly came and had to pull out. Bending, he pressed his face against her neck and rested against her for a moment. When Lucien had himself under control, he pushed back into her body and started again, fast, then slow, then fast. When he sensed her peaking, he reached around and played with her clit until she came. While she still writhed, he let go of her to lube up while he feasted on the vision of her bare bottom wiggling lusciously.

  Holding a tight rein on his excitement, Lucien positioned himself at her buttocks. He leaned over to press a kiss against her ear. “All right, love?” he asked, cock in hand, rooting in readiness.

  She panted and turned her face until she pressed her mouth against his. “Yes,” she moaned, giving in to him. “I love you. Do it, please. I want to.” She braced herself again.

  "Relax for me, Aislan. Relax and accept me."

  "Yes, darling."

  He kissed her mouth hard before pulling himself upright. “Relax, love. You are so beautiful. I'll ease it in slowly. My darling Aislan. That's it. Let me in.” He groaned at the sight of his cock sinking between her bottom cheeks. Aislan's entire body shook. Her hand fisted and pressed against her mouth. He felt her forcing her body to relax, and he waited un
til he saw her limbs go soft. He pushed into the puckered rosebud, easing into her gently, not forcing, pressing slowly.

  "Relax, my love.” Bending, he kissed her tears, tasting the saltiness. He could numb her to the pain, but he left it up to her now because she had control. Aislan turned for his kiss, her lips clinging. Making the final push, he caught her scream and held her as she shuddered. Then she accepted him, pulling him in, sucking him in. He lost all rational thoughts.

  Mounting her, Lucien's body flattened hers onto the bed. With his arm above her head, he anchored her in place as he thrust all the way in. As he seated himself to the balls deep up her ass, he groaned aloud his pleasure.

  "By God, you are tight.” Moving slowly to savor the moment, he took a series of shallow thrusts so he could remain deep within her. “I need you so much,” he growled. “Oh, darling, move like that. Yes, you move just right. You are so lovely, so perfect. My beautiful Aislan, come for me again.” Rubbing her clit, he waited for her to reach her climax. She bucked, and he panted, groaning when her buttocks squeezed him in and out. She came just in time. “Aislan, God in heaven, I cannot hold back much longer."

  He lay on top of her as he came, shaking and gasping hoarsely. Finally, he pulled out, his hot cum still shooting, spurting over her ass cheeks and her thighs. His limbs shook from his release; his gaze still fastened in enthrallment on her bottom. Cum rolled out from between her buttocks, and his cock rose and hardened at the sight.

  She turned to look over her shoulder and saw his captivation. “Darling, yes,” she said. “Come back to me."

  God help him, for there was no helping himself.

  "Aislan, Aislan,” he whispered as he wedged himself between her perfection, and she pushed to impale herself. He buried himself until he had disappeared completely inside between the beautiful cheeks. He quickened his pace, and her gasping receptiveness only drove him further over the edge.

  Chapter 25

  The Sorsverein

  It would be the end of the Sorcery Circle when the two white-haired witches reigned.