The grassland must have been a forest in times long gone. Here and there, mostly in the floors of the valleys between the hills, groves of ancient trees still persisted, great and dark. Some time before noon they arrived at one larger than any before it, sprawling across its entire valley, several miles across. They rode through it, in motley leafshade and tranquil birdsong, among the thick and moss-covered trunks, until they arrived at a wide brook which nourished these woods, which flowed through their heart.
Their horses were winded. They'd made good pace since leaving Behem. It was now time to rest.
Off the road by the brook was a large and sunny meadow. Aerin unsaddled the horses, placed the saddles under one of the old trees, and went to the stream. He splashed cool water on his face and sighed with satisfaction. Gabrielle massaged her legs. Her dress, having brushed by so many field flowers, was no longer a spotless white; she now had a garment of many colours.
She rummaged about the saddlebags and produced an apple. She sat down at the tree and bit on it, watching Aerin intently.
They hadn't slept that night at all, and yet they were alert and felt fully awake. They were silent, but they were both thinking the same thing. For the first time ever they were alone, one on one, with time to spare, and no bars between them, and no people to interrupt them. Their bodies urged for one another. The wanting, dilating, yearning, throbbing. And they both knew that the other felt that too; and they both knew that the other knew; like an image in two mirrors standing face to face, this mutual desire, this mutual knowing, reflected infinitely in their minds, self-reinforcing, cheerful, irrepressible.
He slowly pulled off his boots and let the stream wash over his feet. He turned and saw her watch him, dark blue eyes in intense gaze. A smile brightened up his face.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing." She bit her lip.
"Pass me an apple, will you."
Instead of getting a new one, she tossed him the one she had half-eaten. He caught it neatly with one hand, congratulating himself on making that look cool. He took a bite, putting his lips where hers had just been.
He'd savour the anticipation some more, but this was quickly becoming torturous. His cock was hard and seeping precum into his underwear, and his whole lower back ached for her body, heavy dull excitement demanding to be expressed. He finished the apple, threw the core into the water, and stood up. The ten or so steps he had to make towards her were the longest walk he ever had to take. He hoped he still looked cool and casual, but he was aware he was blushing like a complete idiot. She was unimaginably gorgeous, soft curves, messy dress, flowing blond hair and all.
She smiled and rose up. Her insides were preyed upon by monstrous butterflies. She still made him shy, she saw, his pale eyes contrasting with his blush. Damn. Could that guy
be
any more adorable?
He stopped right in front of her. He looked right into her. Face to face, front to front, eye to eye. Infinite reflection. If lust could burn, this whole forest would be cinders.
She lifted up one corner of her lips. "You want something, boy?" she asked.
He put his hands flat on the tree, on both sides of her head. Though there was still no physical contact between them, the nape of her neck tingled, as if her nerves were caught in a delightful magnetic current that radiated from him; it travelled down her spine, and her knees weakened. If these hands aren't all over me in a minute, then I swear, I'm gonna die of thirst right here by a river.
"There is something, yeah."
"Yeah?" She couldn't keep a straight face, but at least she kept her voice level. "What do you want?"
His fingers twitched on the tree trunk. How best to put it? Blatantly, I guess. "I want to watch your naked body squirm under mine. I want to watch you lose control. I want to hear your voice break. I want to hear you moan out my name again," he said.
The current surged. She grabbed his vest and pulled him close, very close. His hair was in her face, his breath on her mouth. She saw herself reflected in his pupils. She licked her teeth. "Moan out your name?" she said, placing her hand on his cheek. "Well then. Make me."
Some fumbling, pushing, pulling and unclasping ensued, and finally they managed to get themselves down to their underwear, and were now kissing with her back pressed to the tree and her hands frantically tracing her favourite muscles of his smooth lean body. She eventually came to rest them on his chest, and pushed him gently away at an arm's length.
"Fuck, that was a long wait," she said, running her hands down, by his abs, to his pants, which she pulled down to his thighs with one sharp motion. His cock shot up, finally free, firm and ready.
"Think how long it was for me, in that dungeon."
She kneeled down and lifted his cock by the head. "At least you had this thing to play with all day. I was locked in with the monks, listening to them talk, all while thinking of this." She tapped her finger between his balls, soft, springy. "Drooling, thinking of doing this," she kissed the underside of his cock at the base, then again, an inch higher, and again. He was so hard under her lips, that solid pipe running from balls to the head protruding out throughout the length of his shaft, two long dimples along its sides. She traced one of the dimples with the tip of her tongue, slowly, deliberately. She felt his pulse in her hand.
He rode out the wave of sheer delight, her licking him where he felt most naked. "You think you had it bad, then? I had to deal with being locked up, and with waiting for an interrogation, and, worst of all, with a terrifying girl that was mean, kept calling me names, and chained me down to places!"
She looked up at him. "Those moans of yours were from being terrified, then?" She kissed away his precum, rested her lips right at the tip of his cock, and smiled. There it was again, her playful, mocking smile, which made him fall for her so awfully bad. At this moment he not only saw it, but felt it too -- with the tip of his cock, which was now hidden in the moist warmth of the inside of her upper lip, sensing the tiniest movement of her mouth with agonising intensity. She may have been on her knees before him, but she had him at her mercy. Ah! You can't keep getting away with this, evil queen!
"You know what?" he said, taking his cock out of her mouth and kneeling down too, "I think I need to teach you a lesson."
"You do?"
"Yes." He laid his hand delicately on her chin. "I think I'm going to tie you down and fuck you while you can't do anything about it, and we'll see how you like it then."
Her mind dislodged itself and raged around in her skull like a loose firework. Yes. Yes! Tie me down, make me defenceless against you, take me hard, unleash your body on mine, fuck me to tiny pieces you absolute stunner of a boy!
"Are you now," she said, a little hoarsely.
He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to the sunny moss. The tree sprouted a thick exposed root behind her, rising in an arch over ground. He pulled her unresisting hands over her head and held her wrists to the root. He reached and grabbed from his saddle a long leather cord. She bit her lip when the leather bound her, hard, digging into her skin. He tied the knot like he meant it. She tried to move her hands, but they were fixed securely.
This accomplished, he loosened and threw away the cloth band over her chest, exposing her naked breasts; he then pulled off her underwear, and sat at her ankles, and looked all over her.
Naked, helpless on her back, and tied up, she lost absolutely nothing of her royal lustre. She looked him straight in the eyes, with the same cheeky, derisive smile, as if challenging him. Alright, boy, you got me where you want me. Now, what are you going to do to me?
"Comfortable down there, are we, Princess?"
She shifted her back in the sensuously soft moss, contrasting with the sharp, acute arousal raging inside her. "How can I be? I've been captured by my enemy, who's going to have his way with me! Cruel fucking fates!"
"Yeah. Honestly, you're in trouble now." He ran his fingers up her right shin and stopped at her knee, scabbed where she had grazed it against the bars. "Oh no," he muttered. "Blue blood is leaking." His touch stung on the still fresh chafe.
"Your fault, by the way. If you did a worse job licking me, I'd have noticed that asshole sooner."
He smiled. "I guess that's right. Sorry, knee." He kissed her where she was bruised, and then his lips travelled upwards, through the inside of her leg, where her skin got warmer, softer, more delicate; she started breathing more heavily as he made a very thorough job of kissing every inch of the pit of her inner thigh. When he was done, he kissed her pussy, just once, and then slid forward on his knees, placing them inside her thighs. He wiped the thin thread of glistening liquid off his chin with the back of his hand, and rested the base of his cock on her clit.
"I like the way you taste when you're turned on," he said.
"Will you stop talking and put that thing in me?"
He shifted his hips a bit, rubbing her clit with his erection. He was dying to do just that. Just a bit more.
