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As I promised, here is the next chapter. I hope you like it, even if it's a bit more intense and intimate today ;)
Enjoy!
Chapter 17: In each other's embrace
Summary: A hot summer day, a hideout in the woods... Trálír and Anwyn find themselves in each other's embrace, becoming physically closer than ever before.
For a brief moment, Anwyn surrendered to the thought of accompanying Trálír before she called herself to her senses. He was the son of the ruler and the inhabitants of Silverdew would surely recognize him. If a man of the human race were to walk beside him, some would frown but not question thei Heirs companion. It would be different with an unknown woman at his side and Anwyn was sure that the questions and speculations of the inhabitants would find their way into Blackwater Castle and to his father.
And that was the last thing she wanted for Trálír. Besides, it would nearly be impossible for him to disappear under the eyes of the ruler and the castle inhabitants for almost an entire day, as the young high elf had obligations every day. And Anwyn herself was sure that her father would hardly allow her to do so, even if his attitude towards Trálír had improved in recent weeks. They still didn't speak to each other, but they greeted and said goodbye with the appropriate respect.
At Trálír's suggestion, Anwyn had nodded hesitantly and asked him to bring up his plan again when the purchase of the animals approached, but she knew that she had only postponed the conversation between them and not resolved it.
Now she stood in the center of the yard and watched the elf lay brick upon brick as the men had decided to build a wall to enclose the yard. This decision had been made after they had realized that although it would not be a problem to leave the animals in the enclosure at night while the stable was being built, this would increase the opportunities for the inhabitants of the forest to hunt and see the newly acquired animals as prey. Moreover, not only foxes, martens, bears and wolves were a danger, but also many other beasts from the depths of the forest and even the sea.
A third of the wall was already up and Anwyn could see the sweat soaking Trálír's beige tunic, as today was an unusually hot day. The elf wiped the sweat from his forehead as Anwyn walked towards him and handed him a cup of water, which he gratefully accepted and drank quickly. Anwyn took the mug from him again and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. A smile slid across the elf's noble face and his left hand clasped hers while his thumb gently massaged the surface of her hand.
"The sun has been beating down on you for hours, don't you want to take a break, Trálír?" Anwyn asked anxiously.
"Just let me use the remaining bricks and then we'll stop working for the day," he replied and she frowned questioningly at his words.
"Lay down our work?"
She looked at Ulthred and Conall, who were busy dismantling the old spout.
"Yes. It's unusually hot today and I'd rather spend the time in your presence instead of burning alive while I build the wall."
He looked up at her and grinned mischievously.
"And what would that look like, dear sir?" Anwyn's voice sounded amused.
"You'll find out when the time comes, Mylady!"
Anwyn shook her head with a laugh and went back into the house.
She also felt uncomfortable in her skin because of the heat and decided to change her dress for a skirt and blouse made of a lighter fabric. Since she expected to be alone with Trálír for a while, she opened her wardrobe and chose clothes she rarely wore.
Anwyn pulled a calf-length dark red skirt with ruffles from the bottom row, which she only wore once a year, when her father celebrated his birthday. The skirt had once been made by her mother and Anwyn could dimly remember sitting at her mother's feet and listening to her quiet words while she was busy sewing. The skirt was made of sturdy cotton and as it was so rarely worn, it still looked as if it had only recently been acquired. For the top, Anwyn chose a white blouse with a V-neckline enclosed by a ruffled edge. The sleeves reached Anwyn's elbows and were also finished with ruffles.
Like Trálír, she wore her hair half-open, so that the lower part of her curls reached almost to her waist.
She took off her current simple black linen dress, reached for the blouse she then put on and the skirt that followed. Anwyn sat down on the edge of her camp and reached for the brown leather sandals that were also in the wooden chest.
She heard the voices of Trálír and Ulthred outside the door, stood up and opened it. Anwyn glanced at Conall, who was already sitting on the coachman's seat, while the blond half-elf raised his hand in farewell, looking at Anwyn and called out: "We are leaving for today!"
Anwyn replied with a soft smile: "Have a safe journey back to the castle!"
She watched as Conall and Ulthred skillfully turned the wagon around and then made their way towards the castle. Trálír strode out of the stable and closed the door behind him.
"I'd rather Arod was in a safe place before he gets the idea of galloping around alone on the beach and meeting other beasts who would love to have a piece of him," Trálír said as he walked towards Anwyn.
"Then we're not going to the beach today?" Anwyn asked in a soft voice and saw him shake his head in the negative.
"No, it's far too hot for that. Let's go into the forest, it's shady there and the risk of running into someone should be low," Tralir replied and grabbed Anwyn's hand.
"And if we meet a bear, you'll throw yourself at it and break its neck with your strong hands, won't you?" Anwyn asked with amusement, walking hand in hand next to Trálír towards the forest.
"So I have strong hands?" Trálír asked, raising a dark eyebrow playfully.
"Well, I couldn't help but pay attention to your hands when you put one brick on top of the other."
Trálír laughed.
"Yes, I have to admit that my hands know what they're doing."
He looked at Anwyn and, sensing his gaze, she returned it with a smile.
"And that involves more than swinging a sword, gutting a fish or stacking bricks. I am also quite skilled with my hands in more delicate matters."
Anwyn looked wide-eyed at the tall elf striding beside her.
"Well... then..." She cleared her throat sheepishly and Trálír had to bite his lower lip to suppress the grin that rose inside him. His words were meant playfully, but he couldn't help but notice that his voice sounded far lower than usual, tinged with suppressed lust. He felt the desire for Anwyn in his loins and for a moment he feared he had gone too far with his innuendo, but her hand was still in his and she continued to walk with him deeper into the dark and cool forest. Her cheeks, however, had turned slightly reddish.
"I am also very skilled with a bow and arrow," Trálír added and waited for Anwyn's reaction, but she walked silently beside him, her cheeks still tinged with a slight blush when she suddenly said in surprise, "Our clearing!"
Trálír nodded with a smile and relief flooded through him when Anwyn looked up at him, her eyes shining with joy.
"This is where you found me when I hurt my ankle!" she exclaimed, pointing with her free hand at the tangle of roots she spotted. Then her eyes fell on the yellow primroses growing between the trees and she remembered the bouquet of flowers Trálír had given her the next day.
"I didn't think I'd ever come back here," Anwyn said quietly and then turned to Trálír, who stood silently beside her and looked at her tenderly.
"It's been a long time," she continued emotionally.
"Unfortunately, I didn't think of a picnic basket or something to drink," Trálír said and shrugged apologetically.
"We'll save that for next time," Anwyn replied with a smile that slipped over her full lips and made her fawn eyes sparkle. She pulled Trálír with her as she walked straight towards a small hollow covered in a thick carpet of moss. Anwyn let go of his hands, leaned forward and untied her sandals, then stepped onto the moss carpet with bare feet and grinned with satisfaction.
Why shouldn't I do that as well? Father isn't here and nobody, except her, can see me, Trálír thought and was surprised at himself as he also bent forward and stepped out of his boots. As his bare feet sank into the cool moss, he breathed in contentedly.
"That feels good, doesn't it?" Anwyn whispered and reached for his hands again. Trálír nodded affirmatively.
She slowly let herself slide to the ground and pulled the high elf with her. As the two of them sat in the moss, Trálír watched Anwyn slide her fingers into the lichen and close her eyes.
"I love nature," she whispered, slowly lowering her head into her neck. "She is such a generous friend who enriches our lives with her presence."
"A druidess has been lost to you," Trálír said softly, his grip on her hand tightening. "And a cleric probably."
Anwyn laughed, opened her eyes, which shimmered softly, and looked at the high elf with a tender smile.
"There is no god I pray to," she confessed to him quietly.
"Nor do you have to. Take me as an example."
Anwyn raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"I don't pray to the gods either. Instead, I worship you."
Surprised, she wanted to respond to his words, but Trálír quickly leaned forward and captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. Heat filled him as he felt Anwyn return his kiss and open her lips for him so that he could savor her mouth with a sensual dance of his tongue.
She leaned towards him, her hands detached from the moss and with her fingertips she slid over the delicate skin of his neck and intertwined her fingers in his nape. Trálír released his lips from hers, leaned back a little and looked at Anwyn, her cheeks flushed from the rising heat she felt in her body. Her lips glistened swollen from Trálír's long, hungry kisses.
In her fawn eyes he read the desire she obviously felt. She nodded at his unspoken question and gave him permission to continue.
Anwyn sank into the soft moss and with her hands still entwined at the nape of Trálír's neck, she gently pulled him down with her.
His tongue slid slowly and teasingly over her lower lip as he drank in her breath.
Gently, Trálír settled down, supporting himself with his arms at Anwyn's sides.
He released his lips from the intimate kiss they were sharing and slid them from her mouth to the lobe of her ear, which he gently took between his teeth and nibbled on. Anwyn's breath caught and with a slight grin he allowed himself a slow, sensual lick down the side of her neck to the hollow of her collarbone.
His left hand was on her waist and with the light pressure of his thumb he tenderly massaged her skin, which was covered by the fabric of the blouse. Nevertheless, Trálír had the feeling that he could feel the heat of her body through the garment. With his right hand, he gently reached under her thigh and lifted it slightly as he shifted his body and slowly nudged between her legs with his leg.
His hard member pressed against Anwyn's body, which she perceived with a slight sigh that slipped over her lips.
With the tip of his tongue, Trálír slowly slid from her collarbone across her throat to her lips, which she opened willingly, inviting him to explore her intimately. As he tasted her mouth with his tongue, he felt the grip on his neck tighten and her body unconsciously stretched towards him.
Trálír's right hand slid to the waistband of her skirt and under the fabric of her blouse. When Anwyn felt his fingertips on her bare skin, her breath caught for a moment. Her skin seemed to burn with desire and she felt a deep, longing pull in her abdomen. She released her grip on his neck and her fingers slid through his long, black hair.
While Trálír's fingers explored, Anwyn loosened his hair, which he wore half-open so that it fell into his face. Their kiss became more urgent, more passionate, her breath betraying her and her lust.
Trálír's index finger traced tender circles around her navel as they lost themselves in intimate kisses.
The elf released his lips from hers, breathing heavily, and slowly straightened up. Anwyn let out a disappointed moan as she felt him pull away from her and opened her eyes. The look in her fawn eyes was clouded with lust.
"Trálír?"
The high elf straightened slightly and knelt between her legs, a tender smile on his finely curved lips.
"Would you allow me to take off your blouse?"
Anwyn hesitated for a moment, but then she looked into Trálír's eyes. The look he gave her made Anwyn feel like she could trust him with her life and she knew that he would never do anything against her will. She nodded with a smile and straightened up so that she was sitting opposite him. He reached for the waistband of the blouse and pulled it up, Anwyn stretching her arms up to help him undress. She was wearing a simple bra that was knotted in the back.
Trálír leaned forward, placed his hands gently on her shoulders and another long and intense kiss followed. His hands slid from her shoulders to her collarbone, then his mouth followed and he pressed gentle, feather-light kisses to her neck. She felt his fingernails leave a light mark on her heated skin and his hands slid from her chest to her back, where he skillfully undid her bra. He slipped his fingers under the straps, lifted them slightly and pulled the piece of fabric off Anwyn's body. Without thinking about it, she crossed her arms and covered her breasts with her hands.
Trálír put the bra aside and saw how she had placed her hands protectively in front of her naked upper body.
He kissed her tenderly and placed his hands over hers.
A long kiss that made both their hearts beat in unison, each other's breath drunk, the heat in their bodies that they both felt like molten lava burning through their bodies. Trálír leaned forward slowly and pressed his lips gently to Anwyn's knuckles before kissing each fingertip tenderly. Another kiss followed, another sensual dance of their tongues, a savoring of their senses. Anwyn let out a soft moan as Trálír's index finger slid along the curve of her breast.
"You are beautiful," he whispered and his voice sounded raw.
He slid his body down a little so that his face was level with her belly. When his tongue left a wet trail on her heated skin from the edge of her skirt to her belly button, Anwyn arched her back. Trálír felt her fingers pressed into his shoulders with desire. He gently circled Anwyn's nipple with his tongue and focused his gaze on her under half-lidded eyes. His arousal increased immeasurably when he noticed her half-opened lips, the closed eyes and the long eyelashes that cast a shadow on her reddened, slightly heated cheeks. He felt the slight shiver that ran through her body as he gently stroked her breast with his hand while he lavished his mouth on the other.
His erect member pressed against Anwyn's thigh and he gently grinded against it.
With sensuous short licks Trálír teased her bud before he took it in his mouth and sucked on it. Anwyn gasped.
He released the bud with a plop and pressed his forehead between Anwyns full breasts, breathing heavily and biting his lower lip to control his desire. At that moment, it was about Anwyn and her alone.
Trálír closed his eyes and licked over her sweaty skin while his fingers trailed to her skirt.
With the fingers of his right hand he pulled up the fabric of the skirt until it gathered at her hips.
His hand slid to the waistband of her underpants and over the fabric, eliciting a whimper from Anwyn. Trálír swallowed hard as his fingers feel the damp fabric, a testimony to her desire for more, for his touches, for him.
He reached for the edge of the underpants and without saying a word Anwyn pushed her hips upwards to make it easier for him to remove the piece of fabric.
Trálír pressed a tender kiss to the inside of her calf and felt the tension in her muscles, the slight trembling of her body that he could feel under his lips. He let the tip of his tongue glide over the skin to the threshold between her thigh and her sex.
Trálír alternated between tender bites, the long and sensual savoring of her skin to short, playful licks.
Then he ran his index finger through Anwyn's folds and her body literally trembled under his touch.
Long, slow caresses of her sex, the feel of her wetness, the smell of her lust almost made Trálír lose his senses. As his index finger slid to the bundle of her nerves, the elf listened to Anwyn's whines and moans. In a tender dance of his fingertips, he felt Anwyn on the verge of losing control. He smiled as he closed his mouth around her clit and gently sucked on it while his fingers glided through her folds, slowly and teasingly. Anwyn's body shook with desire, her legs began to quiver uncontrollably and her fingernails pressed painfully into Tralir's back as she climaxed with his name on her lips.
Enjoy!
Chapter 17: In each other's embrace
Summary: A hot summer day, a hideout in the woods... Trálír and Anwyn find themselves in each other's embrace, becoming physically closer than ever before.
For a brief moment, Anwyn surrendered to the thought of accompanying Trálír before she called herself to her senses. He was the son of the ruler and the inhabitants of Silverdew would surely recognize him. If a man of the human race were to walk beside him, some would frown but not question thei Heirs companion. It would be different with an unknown woman at his side and Anwyn was sure that the questions and speculations of the inhabitants would find their way into Blackwater Castle and to his father.
And that was the last thing she wanted for Trálír. Besides, it would nearly be impossible for him to disappear under the eyes of the ruler and the castle inhabitants for almost an entire day, as the young high elf had obligations every day. And Anwyn herself was sure that her father would hardly allow her to do so, even if his attitude towards Trálír had improved in recent weeks. They still didn't speak to each other, but they greeted and said goodbye with the appropriate respect.
At Trálír's suggestion, Anwyn had nodded hesitantly and asked him to bring up his plan again when the purchase of the animals approached, but she knew that she had only postponed the conversation between them and not resolved it.
Now she stood in the center of the yard and watched the elf lay brick upon brick as the men had decided to build a wall to enclose the yard. This decision had been made after they had realized that although it would not be a problem to leave the animals in the enclosure at night while the stable was being built, this would increase the opportunities for the inhabitants of the forest to hunt and see the newly acquired animals as prey. Moreover, not only foxes, martens, bears and wolves were a danger, but also many other beasts from the depths of the forest and even the sea.
A third of the wall was already up and Anwyn could see the sweat soaking Trálír's beige tunic, as today was an unusually hot day. The elf wiped the sweat from his forehead as Anwyn walked towards him and handed him a cup of water, which he gratefully accepted and drank quickly. Anwyn took the mug from him again and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. A smile slid across the elf's noble face and his left hand clasped hers while his thumb gently massaged the surface of her hand.
"The sun has been beating down on you for hours, don't you want to take a break, Trálír?" Anwyn asked anxiously.
"Just let me use the remaining bricks and then we'll stop working for the day," he replied and she frowned questioningly at his words.
"Lay down our work?"
She looked at Ulthred and Conall, who were busy dismantling the old spout.
"Yes. It's unusually hot today and I'd rather spend the time in your presence instead of burning alive while I build the wall."
He looked up at her and grinned mischievously.
"And what would that look like, dear sir?" Anwyn's voice sounded amused.
"You'll find out when the time comes, Mylady!"
Anwyn shook her head with a laugh and went back into the house.
She also felt uncomfortable in her skin because of the heat and decided to change her dress for a skirt and blouse made of a lighter fabric. Since she expected to be alone with Trálír for a while, she opened her wardrobe and chose clothes she rarely wore.
Anwyn pulled a calf-length dark red skirt with ruffles from the bottom row, which she only wore once a year, when her father celebrated his birthday. The skirt had once been made by her mother and Anwyn could dimly remember sitting at her mother's feet and listening to her quiet words while she was busy sewing. The skirt was made of sturdy cotton and as it was so rarely worn, it still looked as if it had only recently been acquired. For the top, Anwyn chose a white blouse with a V-neckline enclosed by a ruffled edge. The sleeves reached Anwyn's elbows and were also finished with ruffles.
Like Trálír, she wore her hair half-open, so that the lower part of her curls reached almost to her waist.
She took off her current simple black linen dress, reached for the blouse she then put on and the skirt that followed. Anwyn sat down on the edge of her camp and reached for the brown leather sandals that were also in the wooden chest.
She heard the voices of Trálír and Ulthred outside the door, stood up and opened it. Anwyn glanced at Conall, who was already sitting on the coachman's seat, while the blond half-elf raised his hand in farewell, looking at Anwyn and called out: "We are leaving for today!"
Anwyn replied with a soft smile: "Have a safe journey back to the castle!"
She watched as Conall and Ulthred skillfully turned the wagon around and then made their way towards the castle. Trálír strode out of the stable and closed the door behind him.
"I'd rather Arod was in a safe place before he gets the idea of galloping around alone on the beach and meeting other beasts who would love to have a piece of him," Trálír said as he walked towards Anwyn.
"Then we're not going to the beach today?" Anwyn asked in a soft voice and saw him shake his head in the negative.
"No, it's far too hot for that. Let's go into the forest, it's shady there and the risk of running into someone should be low," Tralir replied and grabbed Anwyn's hand.
"And if we meet a bear, you'll throw yourself at it and break its neck with your strong hands, won't you?" Anwyn asked with amusement, walking hand in hand next to Trálír towards the forest.
"So I have strong hands?" Trálír asked, raising a dark eyebrow playfully.
"Well, I couldn't help but pay attention to your hands when you put one brick on top of the other."
Trálír laughed.
"Yes, I have to admit that my hands know what they're doing."
He looked at Anwyn and, sensing his gaze, she returned it with a smile.
"And that involves more than swinging a sword, gutting a fish or stacking bricks. I am also quite skilled with my hands in more delicate matters."
Anwyn looked wide-eyed at the tall elf striding beside her.
"Well... then..." She cleared her throat sheepishly and Trálír had to bite his lower lip to suppress the grin that rose inside him. His words were meant playfully, but he couldn't help but notice that his voice sounded far lower than usual, tinged with suppressed lust. He felt the desire for Anwyn in his loins and for a moment he feared he had gone too far with his innuendo, but her hand was still in his and she continued to walk with him deeper into the dark and cool forest. Her cheeks, however, had turned slightly reddish.
"I am also very skilled with a bow and arrow," Trálír added and waited for Anwyn's reaction, but she walked silently beside him, her cheeks still tinged with a slight blush when she suddenly said in surprise, "Our clearing!"
Trálír nodded with a smile and relief flooded through him when Anwyn looked up at him, her eyes shining with joy.
"This is where you found me when I hurt my ankle!" she exclaimed, pointing with her free hand at the tangle of roots she spotted. Then her eyes fell on the yellow primroses growing between the trees and she remembered the bouquet of flowers Trálír had given her the next day.
"I didn't think I'd ever come back here," Anwyn said quietly and then turned to Trálír, who stood silently beside her and looked at her tenderly.
"It's been a long time," she continued emotionally.
"Unfortunately, I didn't think of a picnic basket or something to drink," Trálír said and shrugged apologetically.
"We'll save that for next time," Anwyn replied with a smile that slipped over her full lips and made her fawn eyes sparkle. She pulled Trálír with her as she walked straight towards a small hollow covered in a thick carpet of moss. Anwyn let go of his hands, leaned forward and untied her sandals, then stepped onto the moss carpet with bare feet and grinned with satisfaction.
Why shouldn't I do that as well? Father isn't here and nobody, except her, can see me, Trálír thought and was surprised at himself as he also bent forward and stepped out of his boots. As his bare feet sank into the cool moss, he breathed in contentedly.
"That feels good, doesn't it?" Anwyn whispered and reached for his hands again. Trálír nodded affirmatively.
She slowly let herself slide to the ground and pulled the high elf with her. As the two of them sat in the moss, Trálír watched Anwyn slide her fingers into the lichen and close her eyes.
"I love nature," she whispered, slowly lowering her head into her neck. "She is such a generous friend who enriches our lives with her presence."
"A druidess has been lost to you," Trálír said softly, his grip on her hand tightening. "And a cleric probably."
Anwyn laughed, opened her eyes, which shimmered softly, and looked at the high elf with a tender smile.
"There is no god I pray to," she confessed to him quietly.
"Nor do you have to. Take me as an example."
Anwyn raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"I don't pray to the gods either. Instead, I worship you."
Surprised, she wanted to respond to his words, but Trálír quickly leaned forward and captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. Heat filled him as he felt Anwyn return his kiss and open her lips for him so that he could savor her mouth with a sensual dance of his tongue.
She leaned towards him, her hands detached from the moss and with her fingertips she slid over the delicate skin of his neck and intertwined her fingers in his nape. Trálír released his lips from hers, leaned back a little and looked at Anwyn, her cheeks flushed from the rising heat she felt in her body. Her lips glistened swollen from Trálír's long, hungry kisses.
In her fawn eyes he read the desire she obviously felt. She nodded at his unspoken question and gave him permission to continue.
Anwyn sank into the soft moss and with her hands still entwined at the nape of Trálír's neck, she gently pulled him down with her.
His tongue slid slowly and teasingly over her lower lip as he drank in her breath.
Gently, Trálír settled down, supporting himself with his arms at Anwyn's sides.
He released his lips from the intimate kiss they were sharing and slid them from her mouth to the lobe of her ear, which he gently took between his teeth and nibbled on. Anwyn's breath caught and with a slight grin he allowed himself a slow, sensual lick down the side of her neck to the hollow of her collarbone.
His left hand was on her waist and with the light pressure of his thumb he tenderly massaged her skin, which was covered by the fabric of the blouse. Nevertheless, Trálír had the feeling that he could feel the heat of her body through the garment. With his right hand, he gently reached under her thigh and lifted it slightly as he shifted his body and slowly nudged between her legs with his leg.
His hard member pressed against Anwyn's body, which she perceived with a slight sigh that slipped over her lips.
With the tip of his tongue, Trálír slowly slid from her collarbone across her throat to her lips, which she opened willingly, inviting him to explore her intimately. As he tasted her mouth with his tongue, he felt the grip on his neck tighten and her body unconsciously stretched towards him.
Trálír's right hand slid to the waistband of her skirt and under the fabric of her blouse. When Anwyn felt his fingertips on her bare skin, her breath caught for a moment. Her skin seemed to burn with desire and she felt a deep, longing pull in her abdomen. She released her grip on his neck and her fingers slid through his long, black hair.
While Trálír's fingers explored, Anwyn loosened his hair, which he wore half-open so that it fell into his face. Their kiss became more urgent, more passionate, her breath betraying her and her lust.
Trálír's index finger traced tender circles around her navel as they lost themselves in intimate kisses.
The elf released his lips from hers, breathing heavily, and slowly straightened up. Anwyn let out a disappointed moan as she felt him pull away from her and opened her eyes. The look in her fawn eyes was clouded with lust.
"Trálír?"
The high elf straightened slightly and knelt between her legs, a tender smile on his finely curved lips.
"Would you allow me to take off your blouse?"
Anwyn hesitated for a moment, but then she looked into Trálír's eyes. The look he gave her made Anwyn feel like she could trust him with her life and she knew that he would never do anything against her will. She nodded with a smile and straightened up so that she was sitting opposite him. He reached for the waistband of the blouse and pulled it up, Anwyn stretching her arms up to help him undress. She was wearing a simple bra that was knotted in the back.
Trálír leaned forward, placed his hands gently on her shoulders and another long and intense kiss followed. His hands slid from her shoulders to her collarbone, then his mouth followed and he pressed gentle, feather-light kisses to her neck. She felt his fingernails leave a light mark on her heated skin and his hands slid from her chest to her back, where he skillfully undid her bra. He slipped his fingers under the straps, lifted them slightly and pulled the piece of fabric off Anwyn's body. Without thinking about it, she crossed her arms and covered her breasts with her hands.
Trálír put the bra aside and saw how she had placed her hands protectively in front of her naked upper body.
He kissed her tenderly and placed his hands over hers.
A long kiss that made both their hearts beat in unison, each other's breath drunk, the heat in their bodies that they both felt like molten lava burning through their bodies. Trálír leaned forward slowly and pressed his lips gently to Anwyn's knuckles before kissing each fingertip tenderly. Another kiss followed, another sensual dance of their tongues, a savoring of their senses. Anwyn let out a soft moan as Trálír's index finger slid along the curve of her breast.
"You are beautiful," he whispered and his voice sounded raw.
He slid his body down a little so that his face was level with her belly. When his tongue left a wet trail on her heated skin from the edge of her skirt to her belly button, Anwyn arched her back. Trálír felt her fingers pressed into his shoulders with desire. He gently circled Anwyn's nipple with his tongue and focused his gaze on her under half-lidded eyes. His arousal increased immeasurably when he noticed her half-opened lips, the closed eyes and the long eyelashes that cast a shadow on her reddened, slightly heated cheeks. He felt the slight shiver that ran through her body as he gently stroked her breast with his hand while he lavished his mouth on the other.
His erect member pressed against Anwyn's thigh and he gently grinded against it.
With sensuous short licks Trálír teased her bud before he took it in his mouth and sucked on it. Anwyn gasped.
He released the bud with a plop and pressed his forehead between Anwyns full breasts, breathing heavily and biting his lower lip to control his desire. At that moment, it was about Anwyn and her alone.
Trálír closed his eyes and licked over her sweaty skin while his fingers trailed to her skirt.
With the fingers of his right hand he pulled up the fabric of the skirt until it gathered at her hips.
His hand slid to the waistband of her underpants and over the fabric, eliciting a whimper from Anwyn. Trálír swallowed hard as his fingers feel the damp fabric, a testimony to her desire for more, for his touches, for him.
He reached for the edge of the underpants and without saying a word Anwyn pushed her hips upwards to make it easier for him to remove the piece of fabric.
Trálír pressed a tender kiss to the inside of her calf and felt the tension in her muscles, the slight trembling of her body that he could feel under his lips. He let the tip of his tongue glide over the skin to the threshold between her thigh and her sex.
Trálír alternated between tender bites, the long and sensual savoring of her skin to short, playful licks.
Then he ran his index finger through Anwyn's folds and her body literally trembled under his touch.
Long, slow caresses of her sex, the feel of her wetness, the smell of her lust almost made Trálír lose his senses. As his index finger slid to the bundle of her nerves, the elf listened to Anwyn's whines and moans. In a tender dance of his fingertips, he felt Anwyn on the verge of losing control. He smiled as he closed his mouth around her clit and gently sucked on it while his fingers glided through her folds, slowly and teasingly. Anwyn's body shook with desire, her legs began to quiver uncontrollably and her fingernails pressed painfully into Tralir's back as she climaxed with his name on her lips.
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What did you think about this chapter?
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Ich finde, gerade Sexszenen sind sehr schwierig zu schreiben, aber du hast das wirklich perfekt hinbekommen ♥
Und dieses Zitat ""I don't pray to the gods either. Instead, I worship you." ist einfach wunderschön.
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Ja, so Szenen sind wirklich nicht einfach zu beschreiben, gerade auch weil meine Erfahrung da sehr, sehr limitiert ist. Aber ich habe mir einfach vorgestellt was ich gerne erleben würde. ^^
Auch alles was Gefühle angeht ist ein bisschen schwierig für mich, aber ich versuche dies als Herausforderung an mich zu sehen.
Awww, danke!! T_T
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Mir geht es da ähnlich, ich habe auch nicht wirklich viel Erfahrung xD und es als Herausforderung zu sehen finde ich eine gute Strategie :)
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Es gibt viele, viele Szenen die für mich eine Herausforderung sind und ich kämpfe da wirklich ein bisschen damit, aber ich versuche mein bestes. Dann zu lesen, dass du und auch andere wirklich mitgerissen werden oder das nachempfinden können ist das größte Kompliment für mich.
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Ich denke, da hast du Recht Dx