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haebinHey, my loved Ones. I am sorry that I had to take a break of two weeks.
But I'll try to post from now one every sunday a new chapter. I hope you'll enjoy it!!
And thank you so, so much for reading. It means a lot to me.
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The first sensation Anwyn felt as her body slowly awoke from a deep sleep was something warm close to her face. She opened her eyes with difficulty, sleepy as she was, and stared directly into Yarrow's expectant face.
“Good morning, my love,” she whispered with a smile, lifted her hand and tenderly scratched the little dog that had crawled between them again during the night, unnoticed by both of them, behind the ears when she suddenly heard Trálír's warm voice.
“And I'm not greeted with such wonderful words?”
Anwyn looked over Yarrow to the high elf lying relaxed on the camp and smiled fondly as she caught sight of him. She recognized the playfully reproachful look in his blue-green eyes with a slight grin around his finely curved lips.
“I wish you a wonderful morning too, my love,” Anwyn whispered and straightened up. Carefully, she leaned over the dog to kiss Trálír gently. A deep inner peace filled the elf as he felt her warm lips on his. He opened his eyes, watched Anwyn sink back into the sheet and look at him lovingly.
“Were you able to rest?” Anwyn asked and Trálír replied with an affirmative nod.
“Although I must confess that I was quite nervous to just fall into meditation,” he replied and Anwyn looked at him with wide eyes in surprise. “Why?”
“Well, it was our first real night together, wasn't it? I, too, have longed for it for a long time and have often dreamed of it,” Trálír confessed to her quietly, his smile a little embarrassed. “Lying next to you in the stillness of the night ... listening to your breathing, feeling the warmth of your body, holding you in my arms.”
“You were nervous?” There was astonishment in Anwyn's voice. She noticed a hint of shyness in his gaze and he nodded slowly.
“Yes,” Tralir replied, unconsciously biting his lips, a clear sign that he, too, was feeling insecure and vulnerable. “Even though we've gotten closer a time or two, Anwyn, it was a new experience for me too, a feeling of uncertainty about our shared expectations. Spending the night with you was special for me, too.”
“And... and did you enjoy it? The time with me?” she asked quietly, looking at him uncertainly.
“Oh, you silly girl! Of course!”
The elf propped himself up on his elbow, reached over the already dozing Yarrow to her face and gently glided his fingertips over her cheek.
“I savoured every touch, every sound and every heartbeat you gifted to me. I will never, for the rest of my life, forget any of it”, he whispered. “Everything I have wished and longed for has come true.”
Trálír ran the tip of his left index finger gently over Anwyn's lower lip and felt the hot breath on his skin as she exhaled. He smiled.
“Can I ask you something?” Anwyn asked him shyly as he pushed a few curls out of her face with his hand.
“Of course.”
“The way...” She laughed nervously. “The way you talked to me?”
“Yes?” Trálír's voice sounded deep and warm, like velvet. Promising.
“Do you ... I mean, ... how ...?” Anwyn grimaced unhappily as she found it impossible to speak her thoughts. The words he had whispered to her and her desire in response had been a completely new experience for Anwyn. Her cheeks turned slightly red as she remembered the lust that burned through her body like an indomitable fire and she let out a frustrated sigh as she couldn't bring herself to tell Tralir about this desire.
“Did you like it?” she heard Trálír ask and she locked eyes with him. Her heart started beating faster as she looked at Tralir.
“The way you talked to me?”
“Yes.”
The blush on Anwyn's cheeks deepened and she unconsciously grabbed Trálír's wrist, his hand playing obliviously with her curls.
“Ehm ... yes ... yes, I liked it very much,” she confessed, avoiding his intense gaze. She heard him chuckle softly. “But I would like to know ... why did you talk to me like that?”
“When you confessed to me that you weren't sure last night was the right one to take the final step with me, I thought maybe I could give you another, new experience.”
Anwyn nodded slowly, turned her head slightly to the side and pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of his hand. Trálír used this moment to slide closer to Anwyn. If the dog hadn't been between them, he could have pulled her into his arms, but as it was, he rolled his eyes slightly and shook his head with a grin. Anwyn laughed as well.
“Trálír?”
“Yes?”
“Why didn't you sleep with me?” Anwyn asked slowly, deliberately trying not to show her nervousness and insecurity in her barely controlled voice.
“Anwyn, you had already confessed to me that you weren't sure if we should be so close here. In that moment when you said the words to me, you were full of longing for more, of a desire that wanted to be satisfied, but I knew that you had already made your decision,” he explained and when Trálír saw guilt reflected in her eyes, he immediately shook his head and reached for her hand. “You didn't do anything wrong, Anwyn, and you don't have to feel guilty about anything. You felt lust, you gave in to your desire. And you confessed your longing for more. These are all feelings you don't have to be ashamed of. Nevertheless, I didn't want to take this special moment away from you in a moment of passion, a moment when lust was greater than your own insecurity. We'll find a night that suits us both and until then I'll make you happy every chance I get. In whatever way I can.”
He heard and saw Anwyn exhale in relief and gave her a soft smile.
“And of course that also means that I will take every opportunity to make you come under my lips, my love. One climax after another until you think your soul will leave your body and you will be overcome by madness. I promise you that.”
“By the gods, Trálír,” Anwyn said, slapping both hands over her face while the elf laughed in amusement.
*****
The farm's rooster crowed loudly to announce the morning, the chickens in the barn began to cluck, to wake up the still sleeping ones] and a goat started to bleat.
But in the old fisherman's house, the two lovers had no ear for this, as they lay in each other's arms, exchanging long and passionate kisses and many a longing sigh could be heard and filled the room.
As they parted, Anwyn gently placed her hand on Trálír's cheek, his face just a hand's breadth from hers.
His body lay completely on top of Anwyn's and she had her right arm wrapped around his waist, feeling the weight of his athletic body on her and enjoying the feeling of security and deep trust she had in him.
“What will you do when you return to the castle, Trálír? Won't they have wondered where you are? Where you spent the night?” There was a hint of worry in Anwyn's warm voice and Trálír could see it in her slightly furrowed brow and in her gaze.
He shook his head. “For one thing, no one knows that I wasn't in the castle that night and for another, I'll just tell them that I went hunting in the forest before dawn.”
“Will they believe you?” Anwyn asked in an anxious voice.
“Even if I don't value my status, they won't question my words. At least as far as the soldiers and servants are concerned.” Trálír shrugged his shoulders. “And I try to avoid my father. When I leave here, it will take me into the forest once more and I will go hunting. Don't worry, Anwyn.”
A tender smile on his lips, he leaned forward and kissed Anwyn gently, when suddenly there was a loud knock at the door, which was opened the next moment. The elf and Anwyn flinched in shock, Trálír instantly rolled off Anwyn and they both pulled the sheet over their naked bodies at the same time.
*****
Brin stepped through the door and cautiously glanced into the house until he saw Anwyn and Trálír. He grinned shyly, entered and closed the door behind him, pausing indecisively and looking around questioningly.
“Brin, Love, what are you doing here?” Anwyn asked in surprise and propped herself up on her elbows, careful not to let the sheet slip from either of their bodies.
“Is Yarrow with you?” the little half-elf asked with a searching look and Trálír replied with a smile: ”He's sleeping in the hollow of my knees.”
Brin's face lit up at his answer and he stood on tiptoe to get a better view of the rumbled bed.
“Why don’t you just snuggle with Yarrow on the bed?” Anwyn asked with a smile and Brin looked at her with wide eyes in amazement.
“Am I allowed to?”
“Of course,” Anwyn replied with a smile. “I'm sure you have lots of plans for the day, don't you? And before we start, you can climb in here with us and cuddle Yarrow a little. He's still asleep at the moment, but if you blow gently on his fur, he'll wake up and certainly appreciate all the morning cuddles.”
With a broad grin on his face, Brin, still dressed in his sleeping shirt and with bare feet, crawled onto the bed and settled down between Anwyn's and Trálír's legs. Very carefully, he leaned over to Yarrow, who had been woken by Anwyn's voice and stretched, yawning.
Brin who sat on the blanket closed his hands around the little dog's body, lifted it up and pressed it against his chest, then he settled down between Anwyn and Trálír and carefully set Yarrow down. While the young half-elf nestled his back lightly against her, he stroked the dog's soft fur obliviously.
Anwyn's hand slid through the boy's half-length hair while her gaze merged with Trálír's.
“If I had a sister, she should be like you, Anwyn,” the boy said softly, leaning his head back and looking up at her. She gently pressed a kiss to Brin's head and felt a longing tug at her heart. How wonderful it would be if she could call a child like Brin her own. A child of her blood and Trálírs, who looked at her tenderly.
“This,” his lips silently formed the following words. “This is what I want. With you.”
Anwyn's throat tightened at his words and she happy tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. Embarrassed, she wiped them from her cheek with the back of her hand, then placed it hand on the young half-elf's head and her gaze sank into Trálír's, who looked at her full of love.
Time stood still in the small house, not a word could be heard, only the contented gentle grumble of Yarrow filled the room, a sign of the well-being he felt.
Anwyn’s hand slid gently through Brin’s hair who still stroked the dog’s . Trálír had also half sat up, supporting his head with one hand and running his fingers tenderly through Anwyn's curls with the other.
“Brin?”
Eleri's warm voice drifted across the courtyard to them and Anwyn leaned down to the boy, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Your mother is calling for you, Brin. Don't keep her waiting and take Yarrow with you!”
The half-elf nodded, scrambled from the campsite and picked up the dog, which he set down on the ground the next moment.
“I'm coming!” he shouted, opening the door and running outside, Yarrow at his heels. Anwyn laughed as she rose and obliviously wrapped herself in the sheet to close the door. When she turned to Trálír, he looked up at her with a lewd grin, lying completely naked on the bed as she had unconsciously pulled the sheet from his body.
“See something you like?” The elf smirked at Anwyn. She flushed, embarrassed to be caught staring. “Why don't you come back to bed, Love? I feel so lonely and without you beside me, the chill of the morning seeps into my bones. Come to me, give me the gift of your warmth.”
Anwyn's throat tightened and she felt her heartbeat stumble in her chest.
“Let me feast on your heat, Anwyn.”
“Oh no,” she whispered in a labored voice. “No no no, do not do that again, Trálír. The morning has dawned and I have duties. The animals have to be fed, the yard swept, the laundry washed...”
“Come,” he interrupted her, his voice hoarse. “Now.”
“I am exhausted, Trálír... You made me... made...” With a hitched breath she looked at the hand he held out to her.
„I won’t take long, Love. Let me taste you. I will make you come quick if you want?“
“Gods, don't...” Anwyn shook her head slowly but Trálír saw the longing in her fawn eyes, saw how her chest rose and fell, how her breath slid frantically over her lips, swollen from all the kisses of the night. “Please...”
“You beg me for it, Love?” Trálír smiled, straightened up on his knees, put his hands on her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. His left hand slid around her curvy hips, gripped her buttocks and pressed her body against him. With the fingers of his right hand, he grabbed the sheet and pulled it from Anwyn's skin. Tralir felt the heat emanating from her, grinned provocatively and bit his lips.
“Let me make you come again.”
And with those words he leaned down and flattened his tongue against Anwyn's folds, dragging it up slowly to her aching clit.
“Gods, Trálír!” Anywyn choked out before she closed her eyes and gave in to her lust, completely oblivious.
But I'll try to post from now one every sunday a new chapter. I hope you'll enjoy it!!
And thank you so, so much for reading. It means a lot to me.
🧡
The first sensation Anwyn felt as her body slowly awoke from a deep sleep was something warm close to her face. She opened her eyes with difficulty, sleepy as she was, and stared directly into Yarrow's expectant face.
“Good morning, my love,” she whispered with a smile, lifted her hand and tenderly scratched the little dog that had crawled between them again during the night, unnoticed by both of them, behind the ears when she suddenly heard Trálír's warm voice.
“And I'm not greeted with such wonderful words?”
Anwyn looked over Yarrow to the high elf lying relaxed on the camp and smiled fondly as she caught sight of him. She recognized the playfully reproachful look in his blue-green eyes with a slight grin around his finely curved lips.
“I wish you a wonderful morning too, my love,” Anwyn whispered and straightened up. Carefully, she leaned over the dog to kiss Trálír gently. A deep inner peace filled the elf as he felt her warm lips on his. He opened his eyes, watched Anwyn sink back into the sheet and look at him lovingly.
“Were you able to rest?” Anwyn asked and Trálír replied with an affirmative nod.
“Although I must confess that I was quite nervous to just fall into meditation,” he replied and Anwyn looked at him with wide eyes in surprise. “Why?”
“Well, it was our first real night together, wasn't it? I, too, have longed for it for a long time and have often dreamed of it,” Trálír confessed to her quietly, his smile a little embarrassed. “Lying next to you in the stillness of the night ... listening to your breathing, feeling the warmth of your body, holding you in my arms.”
“You were nervous?” There was astonishment in Anwyn's voice. She noticed a hint of shyness in his gaze and he nodded slowly.
“Yes,” Tralir replied, unconsciously biting his lips, a clear sign that he, too, was feeling insecure and vulnerable. “Even though we've gotten closer a time or two, Anwyn, it was a new experience for me too, a feeling of uncertainty about our shared expectations. Spending the night with you was special for me, too.”
“And... and did you enjoy it? The time with me?” she asked quietly, looking at him uncertainly.
“Oh, you silly girl! Of course!”
The elf propped himself up on his elbow, reached over the already dozing Yarrow to her face and gently glided his fingertips over her cheek.
“I savoured every touch, every sound and every heartbeat you gifted to me. I will never, for the rest of my life, forget any of it”, he whispered. “Everything I have wished and longed for has come true.”
Trálír ran the tip of his left index finger gently over Anwyn's lower lip and felt the hot breath on his skin as she exhaled. He smiled.
“Can I ask you something?” Anwyn asked him shyly as he pushed a few curls out of her face with his hand.
“Of course.”
“The way...” She laughed nervously. “The way you talked to me?”
“Yes?” Trálír's voice sounded deep and warm, like velvet. Promising.
“Do you ... I mean, ... how ...?” Anwyn grimaced unhappily as she found it impossible to speak her thoughts. The words he had whispered to her and her desire in response had been a completely new experience for Anwyn. Her cheeks turned slightly red as she remembered the lust that burned through her body like an indomitable fire and she let out a frustrated sigh as she couldn't bring herself to tell Tralir about this desire.
“Did you like it?” she heard Trálír ask and she locked eyes with him. Her heart started beating faster as she looked at Tralir.
“The way you talked to me?”
“Yes.”
The blush on Anwyn's cheeks deepened and she unconsciously grabbed Trálír's wrist, his hand playing obliviously with her curls.
“Ehm ... yes ... yes, I liked it very much,” she confessed, avoiding his intense gaze. She heard him chuckle softly. “But I would like to know ... why did you talk to me like that?”
“When you confessed to me that you weren't sure last night was the right one to take the final step with me, I thought maybe I could give you another, new experience.”
Anwyn nodded slowly, turned her head slightly to the side and pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of his hand. Trálír used this moment to slide closer to Anwyn. If the dog hadn't been between them, he could have pulled her into his arms, but as it was, he rolled his eyes slightly and shook his head with a grin. Anwyn laughed as well.
“Trálír?”
“Yes?”
“Why didn't you sleep with me?” Anwyn asked slowly, deliberately trying not to show her nervousness and insecurity in her barely controlled voice.
“Anwyn, you had already confessed to me that you weren't sure if we should be so close here. In that moment when you said the words to me, you were full of longing for more, of a desire that wanted to be satisfied, but I knew that you had already made your decision,” he explained and when Trálír saw guilt reflected in her eyes, he immediately shook his head and reached for her hand. “You didn't do anything wrong, Anwyn, and you don't have to feel guilty about anything. You felt lust, you gave in to your desire. And you confessed your longing for more. These are all feelings you don't have to be ashamed of. Nevertheless, I didn't want to take this special moment away from you in a moment of passion, a moment when lust was greater than your own insecurity. We'll find a night that suits us both and until then I'll make you happy every chance I get. In whatever way I can.”
He heard and saw Anwyn exhale in relief and gave her a soft smile.
“And of course that also means that I will take every opportunity to make you come under my lips, my love. One climax after another until you think your soul will leave your body and you will be overcome by madness. I promise you that.”
“By the gods, Trálír,” Anwyn said, slapping both hands over her face while the elf laughed in amusement.
The farm's rooster crowed loudly to announce the morning, the chickens in the barn began to cluck, to wake up the still sleeping ones] and a goat started to bleat.
But in the old fisherman's house, the two lovers had no ear for this, as they lay in each other's arms, exchanging long and passionate kisses and many a longing sigh could be heard and filled the room.
As they parted, Anwyn gently placed her hand on Trálír's cheek, his face just a hand's breadth from hers.
His body lay completely on top of Anwyn's and she had her right arm wrapped around his waist, feeling the weight of his athletic body on her and enjoying the feeling of security and deep trust she had in him.
“What will you do when you return to the castle, Trálír? Won't they have wondered where you are? Where you spent the night?” There was a hint of worry in Anwyn's warm voice and Trálír could see it in her slightly furrowed brow and in her gaze.
He shook his head. “For one thing, no one knows that I wasn't in the castle that night and for another, I'll just tell them that I went hunting in the forest before dawn.”
“Will they believe you?” Anwyn asked in an anxious voice.
“Even if I don't value my status, they won't question my words. At least as far as the soldiers and servants are concerned.” Trálír shrugged his shoulders. “And I try to avoid my father. When I leave here, it will take me into the forest once more and I will go hunting. Don't worry, Anwyn.”
A tender smile on his lips, he leaned forward and kissed Anwyn gently, when suddenly there was a loud knock at the door, which was opened the next moment. The elf and Anwyn flinched in shock, Trálír instantly rolled off Anwyn and they both pulled the sheet over their naked bodies at the same time.
Brin stepped through the door and cautiously glanced into the house until he saw Anwyn and Trálír. He grinned shyly, entered and closed the door behind him, pausing indecisively and looking around questioningly.
“Brin, Love, what are you doing here?” Anwyn asked in surprise and propped herself up on her elbows, careful not to let the sheet slip from either of their bodies.
“Is Yarrow with you?” the little half-elf asked with a searching look and Trálír replied with a smile: ”He's sleeping in the hollow of my knees.”
Brin's face lit up at his answer and he stood on tiptoe to get a better view of the rumbled bed.
“Why don’t you just snuggle with Yarrow on the bed?” Anwyn asked with a smile and Brin looked at her with wide eyes in amazement.
“Am I allowed to?”
“Of course,” Anwyn replied with a smile. “I'm sure you have lots of plans for the day, don't you? And before we start, you can climb in here with us and cuddle Yarrow a little. He's still asleep at the moment, but if you blow gently on his fur, he'll wake up and certainly appreciate all the morning cuddles.”
With a broad grin on his face, Brin, still dressed in his sleeping shirt and with bare feet, crawled onto the bed and settled down between Anwyn's and Trálír's legs. Very carefully, he leaned over to Yarrow, who had been woken by Anwyn's voice and stretched, yawning.
Brin who sat on the blanket closed his hands around the little dog's body, lifted it up and pressed it against his chest, then he settled down between Anwyn and Trálír and carefully set Yarrow down. While the young half-elf nestled his back lightly against her, he stroked the dog's soft fur obliviously.
Anwyn's hand slid through the boy's half-length hair while her gaze merged with Trálír's.
“If I had a sister, she should be like you, Anwyn,” the boy said softly, leaning his head back and looking up at her. She gently pressed a kiss to Brin's head and felt a longing tug at her heart. How wonderful it would be if she could call a child like Brin her own. A child of her blood and Trálírs, who looked at her tenderly.
“This,” his lips silently formed the following words. “This is what I want. With you.”
Anwyn's throat tightened at his words and she happy tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. Embarrassed, she wiped them from her cheek with the back of her hand, then placed it hand on the young half-elf's head and her gaze sank into Trálír's, who looked at her full of love.
Time stood still in the small house, not a word could be heard, only the contented gentle grumble of Yarrow filled the room, a sign of the well-being he felt.
Anwyn’s hand slid gently through Brin’s hair who still stroked the dog’s . Trálír had also half sat up, supporting his head with one hand and running his fingers tenderly through Anwyn's curls with the other.
“Brin?”
Eleri's warm voice drifted across the courtyard to them and Anwyn leaned down to the boy, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Your mother is calling for you, Brin. Don't keep her waiting and take Yarrow with you!”
The half-elf nodded, scrambled from the campsite and picked up the dog, which he set down on the ground the next moment.
“I'm coming!” he shouted, opening the door and running outside, Yarrow at his heels. Anwyn laughed as she rose and obliviously wrapped herself in the sheet to close the door. When she turned to Trálír, he looked up at her with a lewd grin, lying completely naked on the bed as she had unconsciously pulled the sheet from his body.
“See something you like?” The elf smirked at Anwyn. She flushed, embarrassed to be caught staring. “Why don't you come back to bed, Love? I feel so lonely and without you beside me, the chill of the morning seeps into my bones. Come to me, give me the gift of your warmth.”
Anwyn's throat tightened and she felt her heartbeat stumble in her chest.
“Let me feast on your heat, Anwyn.”
“Oh no,” she whispered in a labored voice. “No no no, do not do that again, Trálír. The morning has dawned and I have duties. The animals have to be fed, the yard swept, the laundry washed...”
“Come,” he interrupted her, his voice hoarse. “Now.”
“I am exhausted, Trálír... You made me... made...” With a hitched breath she looked at the hand he held out to her.
„I won’t take long, Love. Let me taste you. I will make you come quick if you want?“
“Gods, don't...” Anwyn shook her head slowly but Trálír saw the longing in her fawn eyes, saw how her chest rose and fell, how her breath slid frantically over her lips, swollen from all the kisses of the night. “Please...”
“You beg me for it, Love?” Trálír smiled, straightened up on his knees, put his hands on her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. His left hand slid around her curvy hips, gripped her buttocks and pressed her body against him. With the fingers of his right hand, he grabbed the sheet and pulled it from Anwyn's skin. Tralir felt the heat emanating from her, grinned provocatively and bit his lips.
“Let me make you come again.”
And with those words he leaned down and flattened his tongue against Anwyn's folds, dragging it up slowly to her aching clit.
“Gods, Trálír!” Anywyn choked out before she closed her eyes and gave in to her lust, completely oblivious.
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Date: 2025-03-08 11:55 am (UTC)I am also absolutely in Love with the art. Yesterday I went to a drugstore and printed it out. It's now framed on my wall. 🧡
It's bunnymoon on Bluesky and I didn't pay for it because I won it. :)
But I think she isn't the right one for your ideas. She uses the Baldur's Gate Character creator for her artwork, so she can't probably make Jared or anyone else.
I made my two characters in the game and gave her all the Stats she needed, so she made them herself in the game and transported them to Bleder. I mean, you can ask her but I am not sure if your ideas are possible. I am sorry for that.
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Date: 2025-03-30 02:20 pm (UTC)They still didn't sleep with each other but they want it. Both. 🧡
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Date: 2025-03-08 04:25 pm (UTC)Juhu, darauf freue ich mich schon :)
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Date: 2025-02-11 04:16 am (UTC)I'm glad you've gotten back into your story; this chapter was so good, and definitely scintillating at the end :3
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Date: 2025-03-09 11:45 am (UTC)Oh wow, thank you so much for this huge compliment. 🧡🧡🧡