A word before: my first story. This is a story for those who do not really associate the words "dick,""pussy,"or "fuck"with any romantic feelings. I have tried to give this some depth. I hope you like it.
Also, the setting is fantasy.
"Enter"at your own risk.
"Please, take me."
Three words. Three words which completely failed to convey any meaning at this time. Altarus Wending, the Lord of the City of Wind Chimes was completely dumbstruck at the sight presented in his chamber. She was down on all fours. On her knees. Her head was resting on a pillow which she clutched to her breast, her pale blonde hair spread like a halo and her eyes looked at him, fathoms deep, past her milky thigh. With her back to him, she had spread her knees slightly and upturned her bottom. Her Bottom. So petite, like two perfect spheres of alabaster, supported by the two delicate organic pillars of her thighs. And between those thighs. Reason threatened to fail. Between those thighs shone a slight, downy cleft in whose depth winked a promise of a rosebud.
Her. Miloena de Rishgei, exiled daughter of the sixth warden of the elven Cashiana Forests, one of fifteen commanders of the Guards of the City of Wind Chimes. The same who demurely turned her head and blushed when she saw married couples in her contingent exchange a kiss. The same de Rishgei who hurled such refined and withering abuse as to cow the most thick headed drunks and beat the most stubborn would-be troublemaker to a swift retreat. The same, who on two mornings previous, he had seen up to her elbows in blood, rally a handful of desperate guards and face down an entire company of Orks who had managed to break through. A feat that had saved uncountable lives. Was it really already fifty-six hours ago?
And now this. In his chambers. On his bed. Like this. His mind reeled.
"Please, take me."
A single tear slid out of the corner of her eye and seeped into the pillow. This brought him to his senses immediately.
"Miloena, " Altarus spoke softly, as if afraid that she might flee or break. Just as softly, he walked over to the bed and unhurriedly sat down on the edge. His eyes never left hers. He reached over her far shoulder and gathered her in his arms, pillow and all. She dropped her head on his shoulder and a slight shudder ran through her.
For a While, Altarus just held her. Then "What exactly is it you want?"
She gulped. "Please, take me. I need you. I want you. I love you. Please, please, please, please, please, please, please " The litany dissolved into racking sobs.
Well. This was news. He had loved her for over two years now. Sometimes, it seemed, he had always loved her. Of course one of the things he loved her for was precisely the fact that she could surprise him. Another was her indomitable spirit.
Never once though, in all the seven years they had known each other and worked with each other, had he made any advance, much less brought her into a position where she would be forced to make a decision. She was already an exile. It had been enough to win her respect, her trust and finally her friendship.
"You must know, Miloena, that I will never take you. " Her body froze. "Much less like this. "
He tilted her head to look into her eyes. His fingers wiped the traces of her tears away and caressed the old, white scar that ran almost vertically from her left forehead, across her cheek and down to her chin.
"However,"he continued softly, "I will accept your love and your trust as a partner. As an equal. Anything else would be beneath you. You shouldn't grovel like this. Not for anyone. You are far too strong for that. It's not you. I know. I know you. And above all, you should never grovel for me. I love you far too much for that. "
Hope dawned in her eyes. "You love me?"
"I love you, Miloena de Rishgei."He said it with all the sincerity of his over six hundred years.
She sagged against his chest and made a soft mewling sound, to express relief and joy. Her arms snaked out from around the cushion and she held him tight. Like pieces of a puzzle all falling into place or a light in a window where none had shone for so long, they silently held each other for a long, long time.
The sun bathed the room in gold, then in amber and finally in fire. When the room was lit only by three candelabra, she finally stirred.
"I love you, Altarus Wending. " She paused and then looked up at him. "Please, take me."
His hand came up and ran over her forehead and through her hair and then brought her head up. Their lips hesitated, touched and then melted against each other. For the longest time, they were immersed in the kiss. Slowly at first, tentative and curious, growing bolder and more demanding. Savouring this thrilling and brilliant new taste. This sensation that sent sparks up into the heavens and woke hungers as old as the oceans.
He kicked off his boots and pushed the pillow away and her hands followed the echoing ache of desires almost forgotten. Her fingers ran over his clothing, finding buttons and laces. His shirt flew and she took a sharp breath as her breasts touched his naked chest. She kissed a trail down his chest and busied herself with his leggings. His hands found hers and he helped her unsheathe from the heavy leather.
Before she could go about his under garment, he lifted her bodily and sat her back on the bed. She grabbed for his loincloth and a giggling wrestling match ensued over possession of the garment, reminding him that this was after all, the Miloena he knew and loved.
"You held back,"she accused him with mock outrage.
Then she quietened all of a sudden and blushed heavily, all at once conscious that this was the first time she had ever seen him completely naked. She didn't know where to look until she looked into his eyes.
And drowned.
Altarus wondered at this creature before him. He had always known that Miloena was beautiful as standards went. But until this moment it had never really touched his consciousness.
