by D E Boske
Darian chuckled, “Impressive. I have never seen Kelindril so at a loss for words. He didn’t even check with me before following the order. Well done, little seer. Now, on to these matters of great import.”
“Darian, I’ve tried everything to get you out of my head, but nothing works.” She took two steps toward him as she spoke.
“What are you doing here, Nephraete?” asked the Mage, already suspecting.
“I just need to get you out of my system, Darian. One night with you and I will be back to
normal. I’ll put the matter behind me,” said the seer, sounding like she was trying to convince
herself as much as him.
“From my experience, that will only make things worse,” said the Mage.
“Are you telling me that you don’t want to make love to me?” she asked, pouting ever so slightly. And it had the desired effect on the Mage, as he felt his breeches tighten around his growing affection for her.
“No. What I’m saying is one night will not be enough. It never is,” he said with great confidence, which was all part of his allure.
“Darian, please,” she begged. “I need you. Just for tonight.”
“It’s not a good idea, Nephraete, I’m sorry,” said the Mage, trying to be strong. Gods knew someone had to be, but damn it! Why him? All he wanted was to take her in his arms and crush his lips to hers.
“Kyler is my best friend. I’ve never had a friend before and I do not want to lose him. If we do this, he will never forgive us,” reasoned the Mage.
“He doesn’t have to know,” she pleaded. “I want you, Darian. Right here. Right now,” she cupped him in her hand and looked him in the eye as she called his bluff. She felt his desire for her and it thrilled her.
She leaned up to wrap her slim arms around his neck, as he captured her lips with his. His kiss was slow and deliberate and she moaned against his mouth. He parted his lips and kissed her again, as he locked the door with a mere gesture and placed severe wards to keep his guards out. With his third kiss, he gave her everything she had been dreaming of since Thunder Peak. His tongue sought hers in a possessive way and she relented, giving herself over to him and his charms.
Her hands worked to free him from his breeches and when her hand closed around soft, warm, silken skin, he inhaled deeply. Her lips quickly followed and he didn’t try to stop her. He moved her hair out of the way, giving her complete access to him. Her tongue moved over his skin and he closed his eyes, relishing the forbidden experience. She worked him deeper and he growled deep in his throat.
“Kyler is a lucky bastard, little seer,” Darian gritted. She smiled around him, which made him pulse between her lips. She paid attention to everything that turned the Mage on and vowed she would continue to do it until Kyler returned. She loved Kyler, she really did, but her attraction to the Mage went deeper than she thought possible.
She didn’t understand her attraction to him at first and even now, she didn’t want to think on it too carefully, for she was beginning to understand that she had fallen in love with him. The
idea terrified her as much as it excited her.
“Nephraete, if you continue, I will not be able to stop myself,” he whispered, as his hand
dipped into her silken hair.
She did not relent her grip on him and he was glad for it. He reveled in the feeling of her lips on his skin. She could feel him swell and knew he couldn’t last much longer. The sounds he made, made her wet with need and she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything, Kyler included.
“Nephraete,” his tone was guttural and without warning, he came between her lips. She rose slowly, with a grin and began to undo his shirt. She pushed it off his gorgeous body as her lips moved across his chest, kissing and biting softly. She felt him pressing against her stomach and smiled her delight. He flexed and she felt him patting her belly, making her giggle.
“Nephraete, you are so beautiful and I’ve wanted you for so long. Are you sure you want to do this? It’s not too late to stop,” he did not tell her that this wasn’t the first time that they made love. He contemplated telling her, but didn’t want to ruin the moment. Maybe he would tell her later, after she experienced what he could do to her.
“Mmm, I’m sure,” she purred. He kissed her, tasting his pleasure on her lips. She felt his deft hands sliding her dress past her shoulders as it pooled around her ankles making a soft, swishing sound.
His warm lips locked onto her nipples, sucking softly as his fingers stroked between her thighs. Her lacy panties were not much of a barrier as she pressed herself into him. She moaned softly as his lips moved to her neck, then her ear and back to her breasts. She felt his fingers slide the skimpy material out of the way. His long, slender Mage fingers slid deep inside her and she hummed with pleasure.
“Nephraete, what you do to me,” he growled. He lifted her easily and carried her to his bed. Here, he could explore her with exquisite slowness and give her pleasures she never knew existed. He did not doubt Kyler’s prowess as a lover, but he also knew the elf was not him. The Mage was sex walking and he knew it and so did every woman who came near him. He gave off a strong, sensual feeling that could not be ignored when he was near. And who would try?
Darian’s bed was large, soft, and comfortable and Nephraete laid back, fully relaxed. The
way he climbed into the bed reminded her of the way a predator stalked its prey. The comparison did not disturb her.
He had beautiful eyes that held her captive and she could not look away, nor did she want to. He slid his arms under her legs and tugged her to him. His lips sent shivers down her spine, but his tongue drove her wild with need. He took his time with her and it was maddening.
“Mmm Nephraete, you are so sweet,” he mumbled. She clutched the sheets in a death grip, moaning aloud at the sensations she was experiencing. She could tell he had plenty of experience pleasuring women. You were not that good by accident, but she was grateful for his expertise.
The things she was feeling, she’d never known were possible. Darian was able to draw out the pleasure until she thought she might go mad. All she could think about was his impressive length inside her. He could sense her closeness and stoked her fires until she was screaming his name as his tongue finished her off.
He needed no time and crawled up to lay atop her. She kissed him feverishly, wrapping her legs around his waist, giving him access to her. He gave her a little at a time, but she wanted it all. She tightened her legs around him, pulling him all the way in and they both groaned in pleasure. He could see she was too turned on for him to take his time so he gave her what she needed. Each thrust of his hips making her cry for more.
He filled her completely, her tightness so sweet to him. Gods! She feels so good, he thought. He could feel the closeness of her orgasm and pursued it relentlessly. Within moments, she was bucking under him and clawing his back with her nails. He fed her passion until he could take no more. She cuddled up to him and he put his arm around her as they both drifted off into Ru Nay’ Sha.
Sometime during the night, she awoke. She was still on his chest and his strong arm was around her. She kissed his chest softly. She wasn’t trying to wake him, but she wasn’t trying not to either. He awoke as her tongue slid over his nipple and her knee touched his growing erection. She felt his hand entwine in her hair and slid atop him. He put his hands to either side of her hips and the look he gave her tightened her throat, a look of affection that she never thought she would see on him.
His hands were warm as he ran them over her body. He sat up to take her in his arms. She kissed him and he lifted her easily, placing her right where he wanted her. She impaled herself on him, her breasts brushing his chest as he brought his lips to hers. She moved slowly, allowing her body to get used to his invasion.
How will I ever be able to make love to Kyler again? Darian was right; this will make it worse because now I know what I’m missing, thought the seer.
Daria
n let her remain in control, enjoying her sexual dance. She wrapped her arms around his neck and captured his lips with hers. His tongue was making promises she knew he could keep and gods did she want him to keep them all. The overwhelming feeling of fullness that he gave her was delicious and she never wanted to leave him.
What is it about him that I cannot seem to be free of? Why am I so attracted to him? It cannot be just his looks, however perfect he is, damn him.
He felt the change in her immediately and knew she was close. Her hips rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern that he found to be intoxicating. He wanted more from her. He knew what they were doing was wrong, but couldn’t make himself care right now. All he wanted was the
tiny seer in his bed. He could take her away from Kyler without even trying. But what kind of friend would he be if he did? What kind of friend was he now? He was making love to his best friend’s girl and loving it. And by the sounds she was making, so was she.
She began to move faster the closer she got and he ran his hands up her back to her neck. She felt his fingers slide around her neck as he held her gently. Her movements became chaotic as she gave in to the pleasure and he wasn’t far behind her. She held on to him as he began to move within her fulfilling his own pleasure. He held her to him tightly as he found his release and she loved the way she felt against his chest. She felt safe, warm, and loved.
It was dark and quiet, but Kyler could not find rest. He missed Nephraete. Asa was deep in Ru Nay’ Sha and he was alone. They didn’t really feel the need to keep watch as they were well within their borders. Besides, he knew Kryndale was awake and near. He never left Kyler’s side. He wondered what Nephraete was doing at this very moment. Probably sleeping, you idiot, he thought. He hoped Darian was watching over her and keeping her safe. Of course, he is. Go to sleep! Thought the elf prince irritably. He couldn’t stop thinking about her though.
“What’s wrong, Kyler?” asked Asa, sitting up and stifling a yawn.
“How could I possibly have woken you? I haven’t even moved,” said Kyler.
“I can hear your mind working from over here. Let’s have it,” prodded his older brother.
“I can’t stop thinking about Nephraete, Asa,” said the young elf.
“You think something’s wrong?” he asked.
“No, of course not. I just miss her.” Asa laughed softly.
“She’s not going anywhere and we’ll be back in a few days. Get some rest, will you? You’re keeping me awake with your thoughts.” Asa laid back down and closed his eyes, willing Ru Nay’ Sha to claim him once more.
All at once, Kyler leaped from his bedroll, sword in hand. Asa was not far behind him. “Did you hear that?” asked Kyler quietly and Asa nodded.
They crept silently as only elves can, nearer to the sound they heard. The night was deep and dark and the moon struggled to shine through the thick trees. They moved stealthily to peer into the darkness that surrounded them. At first, even their elven eyes could not make out what it was they saw. Then the bizarre scene began to unfold before them.
“Do you have what I asked for?” asked a familiar voice that Kyler had heard before. He could not see the speaker’s face. It was too dark and the figure appeared to be wearing… robes of some sort. Mage robes!
“Of course,” replied the second speaker. A male, noted Kyler absently, who was slight of build and good at keeping to the shadows. He saw them exchange something and it looked as if
payment was transferred. He risked a glance at Asa and could see his brother was just as lost as he was.
“You’re sure it will work?” asked the second speaker. “If he finds out what we’ve done…” but the first speaker cut him off.
“Shut up, you dolt! Of course, it will work. What do you take me for, an idiot like you?” The moonlight broke through the trees just as the tall speaker was placing a small vial in his robes. Kyler was able to see that the Mage was tall, lean and had long, blonde hair.
“Just remember what I said, not more than two drops at a time or he’ll…” again, the Mage cut off the speaker.
“For fuck’s sake! I know! You keep your mouth shut and stay alert. He’s not stupid and he has an uncanny way of knowing when things are amiss. Watch the Falahari whatever you do. He will fight to the death as their lives are entwined.”
Kyler’s mouth set into a tight line. They were plotting against Darian, he knew. What’s more, he knew who the speakers were. One he was certain of and the other he was fairly sure of. He couldn’t leave his post and he didn’t think they should stop them yet. They hadn’t done anything wrong, not really, and Kyler had the feeling that Darian would want them caught so he could punish them. He preferred not to think about how the Mage would punish them. He remembered Trétorna all too well.
The fat bastard deserved what he got, thought Kyler without remorse.
“What do you think he’s up to right now?” asked the second speaker.
“Probably diddling that hot little seer,” said the Mage with a grin. “I know I would.”
“Isn’t that the elf prince’s girl?”
“You think that’ll stop him? You don’t know him the way I do. When he sees something he wants, he doesn’t let anything get in his way.” The rest of their conversation faded away as they walked back the way they had come.
“What do you make of that?” asked Kyler, once he was sure it was safe.
“Well, for one thing, you have nothing to worry about where Darian is concerned. You know he would never take Nephraete from you, little brother,” assured Asa.
“I know, Asa. I’m worried about him. I would give almost anything to know what was in that vial and what they plan to do with it.”
“Me too,” replied Asa. “Should we follow them?”
“No, Asa. We cannot risk alerting them. I will talk to Darian upon our return and go from there.”
12
Nephraete awoke to the morning light shining in the windows. She was still in the Mage’s bed, but he was not there. She pouted for a minute, but had to smile as she thought of last night. Things had gone exactly as she wanted them to and he definitely did not disappoint. She knew he wouldn’t. All she’d been able to think about lately was the Mage. She didn’t understand the depth of her attraction to him at all. Calisha knew right away. Why hadn’t she?
“Good morning, Nephraete. How are you feeling? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” asked the Mage, as he entered the room. The smile she flashed him was radiant and it made his dick twitch, like it was saying good morning to her.
“Good morning, Darian. I feel… sensational, and no, you didn’t hurt me. You made me feel things I never knew were possible. I love the way you make me feel when me make love.” She patted the bed as she spoke and he grinned, but made no move to join her. She pouted and his dick leaped for her.
“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you when you pout like that?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Mmm, I’d love to find out,” she said, her voice matching his in intensity.
“We need to keep up appearances so that no one gets suspicious. I already told Kel that we talked long into the night and that I gave you my bed and I slept on the couch. I’m not sure if he believes me, but we don’t have to worry either way. He is loyal to me and will keep my darkest secrets,” he said with a boyish grin.
“You are too damn sexy, Darian and I know you know this already. Now, come over here and make love to me,” she commanded and was astounded when he obeyed.
He crossed the room to her in a flash and had already begun to undo his shirt. She took care of his breeches and had them off in short order. He smelled clean and delicious and she wanted to savor him slowly. She eased him down onto his back, but he tugged her to him and rolled her onto her left side. He was too strong to fight and the seer knew he could hurt or even kill her if he so chose. Darian lifted her right leg with his right hand and moved behind her, his chest brushing her back. She leaned her head back on his ches
t and he brushed her forehead with his lips.
She felt him ease inside her and she cried out as he filled her. Kyler had never done this before and she relished the sensations. Darian was a big man and she had to admit to being afraid at first, but her fears were for naught. The Mage was gentle and loving. He took his time with her, knowing he was an all-new experience for the seer. He felt her clamp down around him and he groaned in her ear as he withdrew, only to slowly sink into her again.
Without breaking contact with her, he moved her onto her belly, keeping her flat on her stomach as he made love to her. He sat up, swinging his right leg over the side of the bed and curling his left leg out of the way. He sank into her and she moaned into the pillow. She dared not move. She didn’t even know this position was viable before today.
He was not as gentle as he had been last night, but she liked it. She felt sinfully delicious as he moved within her. He felt her tighten around him and he increased his speed until he collapsed beside her.
“I love you, Darian,” she whispered. He froze when he heard her words. He never expected her to admit to such an offense! He felt more than a little guilty and he was about to rise from the bed when she rolled over to snuggle up to him. She brought her lips to his in a tender, loving kiss and he kissed her back, his tongue passing her lips as she wove her fingers into his hair. She felt his strong hands slide down her back to cup her ass as he moved her atop him.
“You really are insatiable, Darian,” she grinned.
“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” he remarked with a smile.
“May I ask you something?”
“You can ask me anything and I will be completely honest with you, Nephraete,” he said softly.
“How are you able to perform so much in one day?” she asked, as she kissed his chest. She