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Onus watched her and felt every move she made against him. He could feel her heart beating as fast as his. They were both going through the same thing, though she was more experienced in this realm of physical love than he was. As he told her that he loved her as well he felt her fingers grip onto his fur tightly. In response, gently, he used his arm to hold her close again. He wanted her to feel safe with him. That he wasn't the only one who could let his guard down in this moment. He would never do anything to take advantage of her. The man had the utmost respect for the woman in his arms, more respect than he had ever shown another. He loved her and respected her and trusted her.
As she brought her nose to touch his a shock went through his body like an electric current. He stared back into her perfect orbs, diving deep into them. Calmly he breathed in the air that they were sharing. Her lips were once again so close to his and he found himself wanting to feel them on his own so badly. Her whispered answer filled his head as their lips touched again. His dark eyes closed reveling in the feeling. Her hands on his chest sent shivers up his spine. The hand that had held her chin went to remove the rest of his clothing, not wanting the cloth between his body and her's. Then that hand returned to her face, gently cupping it as he kissed her.
Though what else he should do to embrace their love and shower it over her was a bit of a mystery to him. The coyote's other arm still held her against him, but he moved it up and then back down her back. He found her hip and his hand rested there. Silently he hoped for some guidance from her. This was a special moment and he wanted to please her. He just needed to know how.
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Just as every touch her made upon her body invoked a thrilling yet subtle response, so did it seem that her touch provoked a reaction upon him. As the black fae held the coyote in that soft kiss, they were like a lightning storm held high above in the clouds, both dangerous and exhilarating. Here she was safe—not within the cave but within his arms. And suddenly she felt as if anything were possible within those arms that were able to strike killing blows and yet able to touch her, to hold her, so gently that she was able to move in close. His hand held her face while the other moved along her back, and she did not even here the sound of his clothes falling to the stone for the pounding of her heart rushing in her ears. She knew only that it was not there, that she could feel freely the heat and strength of his body, so close and yet too far. She wanted to know of the darkness of his heart, so black and yet so clean, an enigmatic entity that entranced her, intrigued her. He was like the wing of a raven, powerful and velveteen, guiding souls to the other world. And yet she saw only the hint of that wing—she wanted to know more. She wanted to know him fully.
As he held her there against him, his hand running along her back, along the old and new scars that marred her soft skin, she pressed her body urgently against his, her hips brushing against his loins in an almost instinctual manner. As his hand fell against her hip, lingering there, the desire that flickered within her seemed to explode. She felt it first within her loins, but it spread like that previous fire through her body, seeking to overcome both her mind and the mind of the male in whose arms she now locked herself. She thought that there may have been the same urgency within him, the same desire, and yet there they stood, lingering upon the threshold of separation and unification.
He lingered there upon her hip, and a slower part of her mind, one that was not yet infected by that desire and love, realized the male’s uncertainty. With a soft sigh, she broke that kiss and yet did not pull her body away. The white orbs lifted tentatively to gaze upon him, and where she may have been too shy to continue, the urgency of her body telling her to become one with the male she loved pushed such hesitancy aside. With her hands still about his neck, she slowly pulled him down with her, content lying upon the stone. It was cool upon her back as she lay herself down, her hands releasing him. The softer hand lay atop that of the male’s, guiding it down her side, past her hips. As she allowed his hand to come upon her thigh, she lifted her legs, wrapping them gently and comfortably about his hips. Releasing that hand, she brought her arms once more about his neck, those white orbs looking up at him.
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For the first time in his life he wanted someone to know him, to know all about him, every inch. Onus was a solitary and secretive man, but with her, he wanted to open up. Only she would know him so well, she had already shown her capacity to understand him. That was one of the things that had drawn him to her from the very first. She could understand his mission, why he lived the way he did. Yet she also had seen the lonely child that had wanted love and been denied it. A part of him he had thought long since dead. She had the power to invoke that from him. All that was channeled into his love for her. He wanted to give her everything he could and was able to give.
When her hips brushed against his loins he felt a stirring down there and it almost made him shudder. The heat that had overtaken his body seemed to concentrate there and he could feel pressure begin to build in that area. All these feelings and sensations were new to him and he almost felt overloaded. It took all his concentration to stay focused on what was happening. When she broke the kiss he leaned forward to touch them again, but she pulled him down with her to the floor of the cave. He saw the desire burning in her ivory orbs and knew that his held a similar light. The hand that had been on her face held him above her as he let her hand lead him where she wanted. That combined with her legs wrapping around his hips made the heat in his loins grow.
A soft smile molded his face as he leaned back down to kiss her, his hand lightly tracing the thigh it had been placed on. His mouth opened and tongue moved to explore her mouth. Tentatively his hand moved to hover over her mound and he could feel the heat coming from her. Gently he pressed his hand against her, a single finger began to caress her wet lips.
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The woad marked woman looked up at him, her breathing quiet but quick, her heart pounding with his mere thought. His eyes burned her, his touch burned her, and it was a pleasant burning and one that she had never experienced before. While the other nights of lovemaking had exhibited the quiet fires of lust, those fires seemed subdued and doused in comparison to this. His experience or inexperience were irrelevant—it was only he that mattered. As he kissed her she closed her eyes, this time allowing him to explore her and allowing her touch alone to experience. She breathed in deeply as he explored that hot, sensitive area, but she was unwilling to break that kiss. The muscles of her leg tightened involuntarily with both surprise and desire as her legs shifted along him in response. Her hands slid down to his shoulders, her fingers gripping him as if in need to suppress the delight that threatened to overwhelm her, a soft moan sounding in her throat.
While Onus caressed the moistness of her femininity, her fingers and hands explored the planes of his muscled body, pausing to tenderly explore the scars that lay dormant beneath his fur. There were many insignificant marks upon his body, innumerable for the years of experienced fighting, none save for the one upon his neck and shoulder to tell of defeat. While the carelessness of her own battles lay prominent upon her body, some more recent than others, there were none that those hands could find. It was the efficiency of this killer that was told through her hands, that silent emotion akin to rage and yet different that drove him to do what he must, to complete his purpose. That curious touch came finally upon that tear, her touch gentle as she traced the stitching and the line of his neck as if to dust away the pain that had kept the male from his duty.
Occasional moans escaped her, and when she could wait no longer, when her desire for his body was insurmountable, her head fell back to stone, breaking the kiss. The last moan had ended in a whine, a soft, high pitched sound that disappeared into the darkness, fading like a whispered secret, a whispered request. For a moment the woman’s breath trembled in the air, expecting the pain that still characterized the initial penetration. The black warrior invited the male as she slightly shifted her position. The woman’s body relaxed beneath him as her legs parted further, her knees bent as they left the male’s side, allowing him room and allowing for that undeniable penetration. In that moment, only a single breath was allowed time to pass, the air trembling with the heavy beating of her heart. It was a brief moment and a subtle change, but such subtleties were not lost upon warriors. And she invited the male to partake in this unique sparring that ended in that ‘little death’, as the French say it, for Love is a kind of Warfare.
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His finger was soft as he explored the folds of her skin. The heat from her was like a fire against his hand, but he did not recoil. Both the heat and the moistness of her femininity were so inviting and it was beginning to drive the man wild. Yet he had self control and he wanted to give her pleasure before indulging himself, not matter how hotly his loins burned for her. His tongue ran over her sharp fangs and played with her tongue. The muffled moan she gave fueled him as well as the movement of her legs against him. His fingers played over her, brushing against that most sensitive of areas.
Her hands made his skin tingle as they ran over them. She was feeling his scars and there was something oddly sensual about it. It was like she was running her hands over his past, taking in those events and pain, learning more and more about him. Somehow he had never felt so strong as he did in this moment. Even in his most exciting battles he had never felt this way. Her hands running over his body seemed to give him strength and in his mind he knew that nothing would ever be able to take this moment away from them. For now their other worries and obligations meant nothing. Just their two hearts beating as one.
His manhood grew harder and harder with each sweet moan that came from her lips. As she broke from their kiss his breathe came in pants, his heart pounding inside his chest. With that last moan and her shifting body he knew what she wanted. With one last rub his hand left her womanhood and traced up her torso, his hand lightly grazing over one of her breasts. Fingers tickled her neck and shoulder as he took in the sight of her there beneath him. The woman he loved. He leaned down to plant a few kisses along her jawline and neck and then he rose and positioned himself to move into her. Slowly he eased himself inside of her, a low moan escaping from his throat. He pushed until he was completely inside of her. The feeling was indescribable. Breathlessly he looked down at her and caressed her face.
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The woman’s chest rose and fell as her eyes, half lidded, watched the male above her. And for a moment she merely watched, delighting in the man that could be so impassive and yet now, with her he was able to show her something more intimate. The idea of this intimate creature wrapped about that dark shroud of solitude intrigued the woman, and her hand slid over his heart, a silent obsession as if through that beat she could hear the sounds of his soul and know.... Her eyes lifted. Those lips came down to tenderly caress her jaw and neck. Her head fell back, laying bare her neck, both in delight and in trust, to the jaws of the male that made goosebumps rise in their wake, her hands that explored his neck fell to grasp his shoulders. As he shifted, the woman’s jaws came to trace the skin lightly from his ear to the base of his neck, breathing in that intoxicating scent as his hand trailed along her torso, her body moving into that touch, so surprisingly innocent and gentle.
And then he was entering her, penetrating into that impossibly tight space. She gasped, at first with the shock of the sudden, sharp pain, holding her breath as he moved unbearably slow deeper and deeper into that paradise. She trembled about his shaft until he stopped, so deep within that he could go no further. The breath was released with a quiet but sharp cry of her suppressed pleasure as if in response to that uttered moan, a single spasm creating a small explosion within her as her mind struggled between resisting and admitting that penetrating force. Those legs had moved, her thighs moving against his as her feet became planted upon the ground, creating the illusion of stability. The black fae found that her back had arched, her body brushing against his chest. She relaxed with a soft trembling sigh of ecstasy—the earth had been moved about her trembling beneath his touch, and her fingers gripped firmly his upper arm, those claws scraping light trails as her elbows hit the stone.
Those hands never left his upper arms, even when he caressed her face. Her eyes closed as she moved her face into that touch, breathing him in as the specific sensation of that touch became inscribed within his mind. "Onus," she breathed, and there was a mixture of emotions within that single uttered name. The woman’s breathing echoed in the hollow cave that seemed to suddenly fill with their bodies and with their desire. Like that fog of war the love and desire clouded her mind and eyes, filling her senses. Her legs returned, wrapping once more about his waist as she shifted, his hot member within her like white hot blade that did not burn. A soft sound escaped her, almost indiscernible from the panting breaths and thundering hearts. She made it so that he could go deeper, penetrate deeper with each thrust, and she wanted him to explore this thing, to sate that quiet curiosity and desire that made his body hot, that made her lose control.
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At her gasp as he pushed inside of her, he worried that he had hurt her, yet he hadn't been able to stop himself from joining with her. As soon as his tip had reached her warmth the need to finish that first entrance was undeniable. Once he had though he watched her to make sure that she was alright. Her body arching against his and her sigh told him that she was. The man felt her body give a short spasm around him and he groaned. His member was throbbing inside of her, begging him to move and satisfy himself. Still he stayed, taking in that feeling of being joined with her, of being completely enveloped inside of her. He had never imagined it would feel like this. While he had never felt that his being lacked anything, the feeling of being completely whole that this brought to him sunk deep into his bones.
Her hands gripped his arms and her face leaned into his touch. The sound of her uttering his name in that moment intoxicated him even further into this moment. "Cwmfen," he said, his voice husky with desire. Once against he leaned down to her neck, his tongue licking from there up her jaw line. As she wrapped her legs around him again his hand left her face to trail back down to her chest. His hips moved, moving his manhood out of her before gently thrusting back in deeply. He continued to kiss and lick her neck while his hand placed itself on her breast, his thumb running over her nipple.
His hips kept a slow but steady pace for his thrusts. Feeling his shaft caressed by the walls of her womanhood overclouded his senses completely, his hunger for her growing stronger with each movement. He allowed his teeth to lightly nibble at her neck and collarbone, taking care not to break the skin. His pace gradually began to increase, his body shivered with pleasure. He was drowning in her and he only had the desire to dive deeper.
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His voice found that rational mind that lay dormant, smothered by the cotton down of her desire. But where the invocation of a name often drew the mind from dormancy, here, on that day within that cave, it simply pulled her deeper into the dark. But love was not rational; love was physical, it was desire and passion, it was blind faith and it was dangerous, thrilling. It thrilled her now as did battle, the joining of two bodies in a contest of strength. But this was not a contest, nor was it based upon strength. This act of making love seemed so much more than the mere act of satisfying a common lust. And in that moment, it was as if their bodies were made for each other, made to physically fit one another, a true joining of opposites, but a joining of hearts and souls. For the warrior, sex was a way to understand, to know. And yet, with this male, it was simply so much more, inexplicably surpassing the mind and falling into a deeper place within the soul, a tender place, a delicate place.
As he licked her, tasted her, the woman brought her maw along his neck, breathing in those scents, those pheromones released that elevated her excitement, that allowed her sense perceptions to be overloaded. In that brief moment while he was still, her jaws parted, gently biting his neck, feeling his wild pulse between her teeth. Her tongue pressed against that pulsing as his hand traced down her chest before she raised her maw to the base of his ear, nipping the corner of his jaw. But she had to pull away as he began to thrust, that exploding sensation causing her jaws to be dangerous. Involuntarily her hips lifted, following him as he pulled out, wanting him to stay and yet reveling in that ancient instinct. When he reentered, she allowed a brief moan to escape her freely, unrestrained as he caressed her breasts, teasing her nipples. And each slow movement caused a soft cry of pleasure as she lay beneath him, their bodies moving in that slow rhythm of love making.
His pace increased, and with it the gentleness of the movements were left behind. But the woman almost preferred this, these rougher movements, these crude, simple, natural satisfying of desire. Those cries became more frequent, more urgent as they increased in volume. As his teeth found her neck, she moved up into his jaws, her arms sliding beneath his as she pressed herself against him, her face buried in his neck. Her flexibility allowed her a wide range of movements as her body partook in that ancient dance, drawing him in deeper. At times those soft cries became growls of urgency, of pure, bestial ecstasy. Her hand ran up his neck as she wrapped her fingers in his made, her claws less forgiving than his and yet not viscious. The black fae’s body grew hot, heated by the body of the male even with the cold stone at her back, and she knew that soon the climax would overtake her.
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With their bodies now joined he was able to understand why the act was called making love. While it was clear it would be physically pleasurable without that emotion, it would not be as fulfilling. Even though he had never done this before, he knew that doing it with someone you did not love would not feel the same. It was more than purely physical. Through the joining of their physical bodies they were joining all other elements of them as well. Their hearts, their minds, their souls. The act was neither about her nor him, it was about the combination of them. The thought of joining someone so intimately had almost terrified him before, but now he could not imagine going without it. Going without the fulfillment it brought.
Feeling her jaws around his neck thrilled the man to his core. Usually it would have set off his instincts and he would have taken action against her, but those instincts were completely smothered now. Now that brought on more excitement. More desire. This union was about trust and there were few gestures more trusting than that. Each noise of pleasure that she emitted fueled the flames more. His hand squeezed her breast, wanting to give her even more pleasure, craving her moans. They were like a drug to him in this moment.
As her cries grew more frequent and louder and she pressed her neck into his jaws and growl of pleasure rumbled in his chest. His tongue explored her neck, finding her pulse beating so fast beneath the surface. She pressed herself against him and the hand that had been at her chest wrapped around her back, holding her to him. Her claws raking against his skin drove him further, his hips pumping into to her faster and faster. Each thrust brought a wave of pleasure and he moaned loudly as he held her body tightly. The heat and pressure in his loins throbbed in excruciating ecstasy, never wanting to leave her body again.
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He fondled her breasts, and soft gasps of delight escaped her as she looked up at him. But then she had moved up to him, unable to handle the distance that did not exist and was yet too great. She needed him to be dangerously close, the proximity so complete that life and death became a blur. Her body moved in that most ancient of rhythms, of dances and sparring. Wrapped in the heat of their bodies, their desire and in their love, she embraced him, submitting utterly to the male above her. As he held her against him, her body moved against him, her fur and breasts moving against his stomach and chest. Her neck pulsed against his teeth, feeling the power of those jaws as she responded with a moan, closing her eyes against his body.
As he pumped against her, driving deep within her, his loins brushing against hers with each movement, the excitement within her began to peak. For those moments, the woman fell silence, able only to breath harshly against his fur, to gain enough air and breath in his scent. Her body was pressed up against his as her muscles grew tense for the pleasure and anticipation within her, her legs drawing up father along his back as he held her tightly against him, relying upon his strength. The waves of the climax threatened upon her, but it felt different than before—and that was all the time she had to think before it broke upon her, as inevitable as the waves of the ocean breaking upon the sands. Her body grew rigid for a moment, her back arching and her head thrown back as an unmasked cry of ecstasy escaped her throat, the pleasure so intense it was akin to pain. She contracted about the member within her, clamping powerfully down upon him as her body fell gradually limply into his arms and upon the cool stone, her body hot with the rush of blood.
The woman panted in the darkness, gently holding him against her as she listened to the sounds of their bodies pumping against each other. Her body tingled, a sensation that began in her loins and that had spread out across her body. Her mind struggled to return to the present as it dwelt in that place of limbo, their souls so close that they had been one for that single and yet infinitesimal moment. It had been indescribably pulchritudinous, more so than her own solitude, more so than the natural world, more so than war. The male was still inside and yet she did not move to remove him from her body—not yet. Her soul was still swimming with that profound emotion of love, experiencing for the first time the depth of that entity that compelled her to this man. No emotion had ever been impressed upon her in such a way, for the woman had traveled the middle-way of emotions for the entirety of her life. With a soft sigh the woman kissed his neck, kissing softly the wound as the wild pulsing quieted.
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Onus was not a possessive man and would never deign to think that he in any way "owned" another, especially one such as her. Yet as he felt her submit so fully to him he couldn't help but let himself believe that she was his. Though he knew how precious a gift this was and he would handle it and her with all due care. These feelings had been so foreign to him, but this was the best lesson that he would ever get. It was beyond what words could ever say. He loved her. Perhaps more wholly and completely than he even cared for himself. It was something so primal and so instinctual and he let it all fill his body, mind, soul and heart. Feeling their bodies move against each other as he moved inside her brought on even more ecstasy. At her moan he nibbled the tender skin on her neck and his nose could smell nothing but her.
He felt her breath rapid against his fur and skin and could feel her muscles begin to tense beneath his grip. He removed his jaws from her neck, burying his nose into her intoxicating fur. He could feel his own pleasure begin to peak, his muscles taking on the same quality as her own. It was she who reached her climax first though and he felt her arch into him and her head threw back. The cry that came from her throat combined with her clamping around his member brought on his own. His call of pleasure was much like her's as his seed spilled inside of her, his fingers digging into her back as he held her closer than ever. Then her body became limp under his arm and he felt the same calm descend over him. His arm that had been holding both of them up slowly returned their bodies to the cool stone of the cave.
He thrust into her slowly a few more times as his pulse began to slow. His pants matched her's, tongue protruding from his open mouth as his body still tingled with their union. As he felt her kiss his wound a low contented sound, almost a purr left his throat as he kissed her cheek. He was unwilling to pull himself from her warmth, but his limbs had become tired so he gently removed himself from her femininity. He rolled onto his side, taking her in his arms and pulling her close. His muzzle rubbed against her's as he sighed, perfectly content. Though she had only been a part of his life for a short while, he now couldn't imagine it without her.
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As her own cry of ecstasy escaped her, Onus experienced his own climax, and his cry echoed in her being as those final, involuntary thrusts pushed into her body. And with that seed that was spread within her, it seemed as if their love was made physically manifest, a final close to the entire act in which both lovers had just partaken. His fingers dug into her back, more pleasurable than painful, as she fell limply in his arms, her own hands holding onto his body with more affection than she had known herself capable of giving. As the cool stone drank the heat of her body, she let her legs release his waist as they slid along the floor beside the male’s, her white orbs smiling up at him. His final thrusts made the waves of that receding climax strengthen once more as she panted there beneath him, a soft whine of pleasure escaping her. There was a great contentment within her, a sudden tranquility that transcended even that great satisfaction. There was nothing greater than being with him.
As he pulled away from her, the woman’s hips followed him involuntarily before falling back. The soft pulsing continued to persist within her loins even as he fell back, pulling her close to him. Quietly, allowing her heart beat to return to normal, the woman lay with him. Her hand slid from his him up to his neck, feeling the harder lines of his body. And finally that pulsing faded into stillness and with it her heart was quiet. She greeted his nuzzling muzzle with her own, her hand going to brush against the fur of his face. Her lips brushed against his in a brief kiss before her nose pushed through the fur of his neck, breathing in that sent with an unquenchable desire. She sighed into the darkness, feeling a safety within the arms of this killer. He was several years older than she was, but such a thing was of no concern. Very little but the love that she felt mattered at all. The woman smiled, a warm and deep smile as a soft laughter escaped her, a sound of delight.
"Onus," she said again, breathing his name like a prayer, "I want you to stay with me." And then there was silence. But she did not mean that she wished for him to join her pack or even to remain physically with her. She meant only that she desired to be with him, that she loved him and could accept him as her lover. She knew just as he did the duty that often pushed them apart, but whether they met every day or once every month, the woman would be fine. Both knew well the contentment of solitude, but now they understood the desires of love. The time that could be spared could be spent with one another. Her patience would never be broken. "I don’t want that distance to exist. Whatever happens shall happen, and we will be able to exist together." She was a simple creature, and she was not demanding. Cwmfen simply hoped that he would accept her fully.
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Every sound that came from her was like sweet music to the male's ears. He had never imagined he could be so enamored with anyone as he was with Cwmfen. Affection had never been a thing that came easy for him, yet with her it was effortless. It just felt right to treat her that way. He likewise loved being on the receiving end of her gestures and touches. She had brought the man back to life and he didn't mean by finding and saving him that night. He had thought himself incapable of such feelings and tenderness. Also he had never thought that anyone would ever feel such things for him. Yet here the two of them lay, entwined. His heart beat for her and for her alone.
He leaned his face into her touches and savored that quick kiss. As she pushed her nose into his fur one hand went up to rest at the back of her head, fingers rubbing her neck. He kissed the top of her head, his arms refusing to let any amount of space come between them. Her soft laughter was unexpected, but it brought a smile to his lips and his tail softly tapped against the floor of the cave. The fact that he had caused this happiness within her was so fulfilling. He loved her smiles and the light that danced in her perfect eyes. He loved the way she made him feel and the fact that she accepted him for who and what he was. He loved everything about her.
The way she said his name made his heart skip a beat. Onus knew what she meant by that question for he knew that she understood that he could not join her pack or spend every moment with her (no matter how much he wanted to). He brought his mouth close to her ear. "I want nothing more," he said quietly but with conviction. He squeezed her body tight as he spoke, adding power to his words. He cared for her more than he had ever cared about anything besides his mission and he would give her every moment that he could spare. The fact that she was willing to accept him with his restraints and flaws made his heart swell. He had hoped that she would be willing to but knew that it was a lot to ask. "Yes we will." Their similarities would allow this love of their's to thrive to its full extent. The seeds had been planted and he wanted to let them grow.
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In the silence her thoughts wandered to the future. Death was always at her heels, and she knew that another fate was waiting down a path that ended with Corvus Vendetta. And where before the woman had considered keeping Onus from her heart in a futile attempt to keep Death from his door (for she knew that he would pursue the crow-wolf regardless of any circumstance), she was now willing to give herself utterly to him. She already had. And unlike the prior three males in whose arms she had allowed herself to sleep, she felt a love for this man. And knowing the rites of this society, she was willing to keep herself singularly tied to him alone. And for once she could see the appeal in such a thing.
The woman reveled in his touch. It was as if she could feel and see many things through that simple proximity, as if the link that had been made through the act of making love still remained, still lingered. She wondered if he could feel it too. Love was a different experience for a female. It was a more psychological experience than that of a male, and she wondered now to what extent that was true. And it was strange, for while the woman in her solitude contemplated much, such thing as this connection was novel. It was similar and yet different to physical contact, similar and yet different from combat. She felt a thriving in her heart, in her soul, and yet that emotion in which she delighted held a danger. The black fae had made herself vulnerable to him, just as she knew that he had made herself vulnerable to her. Each had given each other a part of themselves. She would take great care in the care of him, and she felt that he would do the same for her.
"Gráím thú," the melody sang quietly in her old language, a soft susurrus that was said into his chest. Closing her eyes, the woman allowed the weariness to fall over her as she lay there with him in the silence of the cave. She felt that her solitude would both be easier and greater for this love, but it was not a question of what she wanted. It was a matter of what she was willing to give for him. With a soft smile the woman allowed his warmth to wrap about her as she shifted, pressing her body against his. At least for this one day the woman was idyllic. If she were to die tomorrow, felled by the fate of some battle, her soul would be at greater ease than it could have been yesterday. And for that single day, the woman allowed the troubles of the world to bypass her, shielded from the world by the walls of this cave and hidden by the darkness of the shadows. Forgotten was the ocean without, forgotten was the sky and the earth. For this moment, there was simply Onus and herself.
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