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haebinNew Sunday, new Chapter. ;)
This one is a little bit smaller but I hope it's okay for you and you will still enjoy it.
Like always, a big big thank you for reading!! ♥
With her feet still in the stream, Anwyn ran her hands through her wet locks to squeeze the excess water out of her hair. She did the same with her body as she brushed the remaining wetness from her limbs and then slipped back into her nightgown.
Only then did Anwyn look at Trálír, who was watching her with a tender smile on his well-formed lips. His eyes slid from her face to her nipples, which were stiff from the cold water and now pressed against the damp fabric of her nightdress. Unconsciously, Trálír moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue as his gaze slid further down. The dark hair of her pubis pressed promisingly against the fabric. Raising his right arm, he called her to him with a movement of his index finger and smiled lovingly at her. Anwyn, who was well aware that her nightdress clung to her body and revealed more than it hid, raised an eyebrow questioningly. Her heart started to beat faster, a feeling of excitement spreading through her stomach that felt as if a swarm of butterflies were dancing inside her.
„Trálír?“ she whispered.
“Come to me, my love,” he replied, his voice now sounding confident again, nothing to suggest that he was still as agonized as the moment she stepped out of the house. Anwyn walked slowly towards the elf sitting in front of her and offered him her hand.
“You're freezing,” he realized and pulled her close. He pressed a kiss to the damp fabric below her navel. Anwyn's breath hitched and she bit her lower lip, then Tralir moved gently away from her stomach and straightened his back.
“Come, sit with me,” Trálír urged her and Anwyn settled between his legs. In one smooth movement, he moved slightly to the side so that he was sitting behind her and could wrap his forearms around her waist. His fingers intertwined and he moved forward again so that his chest pressed against her back. He rested his chin gently on her shoulder as he heard Anwyn chuckle.
“Why are you laughing?” he asked with interest and listened to her answer, which also made him grin.
“You're worried I'm cold, but you insist I lean against you with my still wet hair and damp nightdress. It will only take a few moments and you'll be freezing too.”
“You're free to warm me,” Trálír chortled happily and watched as Yarrow, radiating a hint of indignation at not being petted anymore, sat up and plodded over to Anwyn. He slumped against her thigh and sighed contentedly as she gently nuzzled him with her fingertips.
“Hah,” Anwyn let out. “I'll drag you back to the house, you'll sit on my bed and I'll give you a pair of pants and a shirt to change into.”
“That won't be necessary, Anwyn,” Trálír replied calmly. “It won't take long and the fabric will dry again.”
“You're right, but you're wearing the same clothes from yesterday and your pants are full of dried blood. There are also streaks of blood on your sleeves and what kind of woman would I be if I didn't make sure my beloved was wearing clean clothes?”
Anwyn heard Trálír laugh softly.
“Your father's clothes are too tight for me, my love.”
“I'll squeeze you in somehow,” Anwyn replied and squeaked when Trálír bit her shoulder playfully.
“Trálír!”
“Apologize, my love, I couldn't resist,” he whispered against her still damp skin and Anwyn felt the goose bumps running over her entire body. “You taste so good.”
She bit her lips at his words and felt a longing pull in her abdomen. But knowing that they wouldn't have much time before everyone on the farm would wake up and start the day, she glanced over her shoulder and looked at him apologetically.
“Just a few more moments and the peace and quiet of the morning will have passed,” Anwyn said, feeling Trálír pressing his lips to her shoulder.
“Then let us enjoy these few moments in peace,” he murmured and she felt his grip on her waist tighten, pulling her a little closer to him.
They listened to the seagulls whooping over the water, the waves breaking on the shore and the light wind blowing through the bay.
“Trálír, can I ask you something?” Anwyn's voice was so quiet that Trálír thought at first that he had imagined her words. He raised an eyebrow questioningly until he scolded himself that Anwyn could not see this as she was sitting in front of him.
“Of course,” he replied and waited for Anwyn to continue, but not another word passed her lips. He suspected that she had something on her mind, something that might be worrisome for her. Trálír felt the tension of her body leaning against his.
“What do you want to know from me?” he asked, giving her the chance to concentrate on his question and her answer. Perhaps this made it easier for her to say what seemed to be on her mind.
“Ehm ... I ... I don't know how to ...” she began, but broke off sheepishly. Trálír felt Anwyn's body tense up even more in his embrace. He stroked her hands tenderly with his fingertips.
He heard her take a deep breath, clear her throat and then ask in a low voice: “This ... this isn't the first time you've gotten this close to someone, is it?”
“No,” Trálír replied.
“Gods, I have so many questions but at the same time I feel so ... it is so embarrassing,” Anwyn groaned in frustration and shook her head.
A gentle smile appeared on Trálír's lips. “Then let me help you,” he said and crossed his fingers with hers. “I had my first time when I was the age you were when we met for the first time in the woods, Anwyn. We visited for a day and a night the elven community in the Blackmoor. She was older than me, gentle, from a loving nature. Of course I had heard from other elves what physical love was, but experiencing it, exploring it, that was miles apart from what the soldiers had to say.”
“Were you nervous?” Anwyn asked quietly and Trálír nodded.“I knew about the female body, Anwyn. What it looked like, but I didn't know what it was capable of or what I should do. With great patience, she introduced me to physical love, showed me what lust meant, how to enjoy it and how to satisfy it, what ways there are to give the other the greatest pleasure and also to be able to give in to one's own longing.”
“Were you in love?”
Trálír laughed softly. “No.”
Anwyn removed her fingers from the elf and crawled slightly away from him. Trálír feared for a breath that his words might have hurt or unsettled Anwyn, but she used this movement to turn in his direction. She looked at him thoughtfully.
“Does the thought that we can give ourselves to each other make you ... nervous?” She unconsciously bit her lower lip and looked at Trálír with wide eyes.
“Does it make you nervous?” he asked softly, running his right hand through her damp curls. Anwyn nodded shyly.
“Uhm, yes, I have to admit that the thought of sleeping with you for the first time makes me nervous too,” he admitted to her with an almost embarrassed smile.
“Why?”
“Why?” Trálír repeated Anwyn's question and looked at her in astonishment.
“Yes, why? I mean, why are you nervous? You ehm... you have experience and we've met a few times...” She cleared her throat sheepishly, but there was a cheeky twinkle in her eye. “… and gotten closer,” Anwyn continued. “We know our bodies, we know what the other likes.” Her voice became softer, but the slight sensual undertone that Trálír could hear in her words made his throat tighten. “I ... I have been able to taste you in the past just as you have been able to taste me and ... and ... so why does this last step make you so nervous?”
Anwyn looked curiously at Trálír, who cleared his throat to cover his own embarrassment. His hands repeatedly reached for hers and he gently massaged them with his fingertips, his gaze fixed on them to avoid Anwyn's gaze.
“Because I...” Trálír broke off and shrugged his shoulders. “Because I love you.”
Because his gaze was on Anwyn's hands, he did not see the effect his words had on her. Her eyes grew wide, shimmering with the deep meaning of his words, and her sigh was so full of devotion that Anwyn felt like she could hug the whole world with happiness.
“I don't want to hurt you, Anwyn, I want this to be a beautiful experience for you,” he continued slowly, unaware of how close Anwyn was to pulling him to the floor with her and pressing numerous kisses on his face. “I want us to get close to each other, for you to enjoy it. My closeness, my longing and my desire for you. I want you ... I want you to feel safe and secure in my embrace and I want this moment, becoming one… I long to feel you, Anwyn. You. In all that you are and all that you mean to me.”
Trálír lifted his face to Anwyn's and was surprised when hers was only a hand's breadth away from his.
“I love you,” she whispered and took his face between her hands, pressing numerous feather-light kisses on his lips, his cheeks, his forehead and the tip of his nose. When she sat back on her heels with a beaming smile, Trálír began to laugh. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her slowly and lavishly, while the fire burning in her body could also be felt in his loins.
Just a few more moments, Trálír thought wistfully as Brin's bell-like laughter echoed over to them from the courtyard. Anwyn released their kiss, sighed heavily and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen into Trálír's forehead behind his ear. As her fingertip slid over the shell of his ear, a shiver ran through his whole body. Before she stood up, he stole a quick kiss, then grabbed her hand and they both walked towards the courtyard, Yarrow at their heels.
“Are you staying for breakfast?” Anwyn asked, and Trálír's answer was an affirmative nod.
“Arod is in the stable and I would like to take him to Oksa in the run before I have breakfast with you, your father and the others. Would that be possible?”
“Of course,” Anwyn replied and as they had already reached the yard, she opened the gate and watched with a smile as Yarrow ran across it barking wildly in search of the rest of his pack. She saw her father step out of her house and raised her hand in greeting with a smile, which he did as well.
“And then we'll change your clothes,” Anwyn added, looking to Trálír to see if he would object, but he smiled quietly to himself, still holding her hand in his.
This one is a little bit smaller but I hope it's okay for you and you will still enjoy it.
Like always, a big big thank you for reading!! ♥
With her feet still in the stream, Anwyn ran her hands through her wet locks to squeeze the excess water out of her hair. She did the same with her body as she brushed the remaining wetness from her limbs and then slipped back into her nightgown.
Only then did Anwyn look at Trálír, who was watching her with a tender smile on his well-formed lips. His eyes slid from her face to her nipples, which were stiff from the cold water and now pressed against the damp fabric of her nightdress. Unconsciously, Trálír moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue as his gaze slid further down. The dark hair of her pubis pressed promisingly against the fabric. Raising his right arm, he called her to him with a movement of his index finger and smiled lovingly at her. Anwyn, who was well aware that her nightdress clung to her body and revealed more than it hid, raised an eyebrow questioningly. Her heart started to beat faster, a feeling of excitement spreading through her stomach that felt as if a swarm of butterflies were dancing inside her.
„Trálír?“ she whispered.
“Come to me, my love,” he replied, his voice now sounding confident again, nothing to suggest that he was still as agonized as the moment she stepped out of the house. Anwyn walked slowly towards the elf sitting in front of her and offered him her hand.
“You're freezing,” he realized and pulled her close. He pressed a kiss to the damp fabric below her navel. Anwyn's breath hitched and she bit her lower lip, then Tralir moved gently away from her stomach and straightened his back.
“Come, sit with me,” Trálír urged her and Anwyn settled between his legs. In one smooth movement, he moved slightly to the side so that he was sitting behind her and could wrap his forearms around her waist. His fingers intertwined and he moved forward again so that his chest pressed against her back. He rested his chin gently on her shoulder as he heard Anwyn chuckle.
“Why are you laughing?” he asked with interest and listened to her answer, which also made him grin.
“You're worried I'm cold, but you insist I lean against you with my still wet hair and damp nightdress. It will only take a few moments and you'll be freezing too.”
“You're free to warm me,” Trálír chortled happily and watched as Yarrow, radiating a hint of indignation at not being petted anymore, sat up and plodded over to Anwyn. He slumped against her thigh and sighed contentedly as she gently nuzzled him with her fingertips.
“Hah,” Anwyn let out. “I'll drag you back to the house, you'll sit on my bed and I'll give you a pair of pants and a shirt to change into.”
“That won't be necessary, Anwyn,” Trálír replied calmly. “It won't take long and the fabric will dry again.”
“You're right, but you're wearing the same clothes from yesterday and your pants are full of dried blood. There are also streaks of blood on your sleeves and what kind of woman would I be if I didn't make sure my beloved was wearing clean clothes?”
Anwyn heard Trálír laugh softly.
“Your father's clothes are too tight for me, my love.”
“I'll squeeze you in somehow,” Anwyn replied and squeaked when Trálír bit her shoulder playfully.
“Trálír!”
“Apologize, my love, I couldn't resist,” he whispered against her still damp skin and Anwyn felt the goose bumps running over her entire body. “You taste so good.”
She bit her lips at his words and felt a longing pull in her abdomen. But knowing that they wouldn't have much time before everyone on the farm would wake up and start the day, she glanced over her shoulder and looked at him apologetically.
“Just a few more moments and the peace and quiet of the morning will have passed,” Anwyn said, feeling Trálír pressing his lips to her shoulder.
“Then let us enjoy these few moments in peace,” he murmured and she felt his grip on her waist tighten, pulling her a little closer to him.
They listened to the seagulls whooping over the water, the waves breaking on the shore and the light wind blowing through the bay.
“Trálír, can I ask you something?” Anwyn's voice was so quiet that Trálír thought at first that he had imagined her words. He raised an eyebrow questioningly until he scolded himself that Anwyn could not see this as she was sitting in front of him.
“Of course,” he replied and waited for Anwyn to continue, but not another word passed her lips. He suspected that she had something on her mind, something that might be worrisome for her. Trálír felt the tension of her body leaning against his.
“What do you want to know from me?” he asked, giving her the chance to concentrate on his question and her answer. Perhaps this made it easier for her to say what seemed to be on her mind.
“Ehm ... I ... I don't know how to ...” she began, but broke off sheepishly. Trálír felt Anwyn's body tense up even more in his embrace. He stroked her hands tenderly with his fingertips.
He heard her take a deep breath, clear her throat and then ask in a low voice: “This ... this isn't the first time you've gotten this close to someone, is it?”
“No,” Trálír replied.
“Gods, I have so many questions but at the same time I feel so ... it is so embarrassing,” Anwyn groaned in frustration and shook her head.
A gentle smile appeared on Trálír's lips. “Then let me help you,” he said and crossed his fingers with hers. “I had my first time when I was the age you were when we met for the first time in the woods, Anwyn. We visited for a day and a night the elven community in the Blackmoor. She was older than me, gentle, from a loving nature. Of course I had heard from other elves what physical love was, but experiencing it, exploring it, that was miles apart from what the soldiers had to say.”
“Were you nervous?” Anwyn asked quietly and Trálír nodded.“I knew about the female body, Anwyn. What it looked like, but I didn't know what it was capable of or what I should do. With great patience, she introduced me to physical love, showed me what lust meant, how to enjoy it and how to satisfy it, what ways there are to give the other the greatest pleasure and also to be able to give in to one's own longing.”
“Were you in love?”
Trálír laughed softly. “No.”
Anwyn removed her fingers from the elf and crawled slightly away from him. Trálír feared for a breath that his words might have hurt or unsettled Anwyn, but she used this movement to turn in his direction. She looked at him thoughtfully.
“Does the thought that we can give ourselves to each other make you ... nervous?” She unconsciously bit her lower lip and looked at Trálír with wide eyes.
“Does it make you nervous?” he asked softly, running his right hand through her damp curls. Anwyn nodded shyly.
“Uhm, yes, I have to admit that the thought of sleeping with you for the first time makes me nervous too,” he admitted to her with an almost embarrassed smile.
“Why?”
“Why?” Trálír repeated Anwyn's question and looked at her in astonishment.
“Yes, why? I mean, why are you nervous? You ehm... you have experience and we've met a few times...” She cleared her throat sheepishly, but there was a cheeky twinkle in her eye. “… and gotten closer,” Anwyn continued. “We know our bodies, we know what the other likes.” Her voice became softer, but the slight sensual undertone that Trálír could hear in her words made his throat tighten. “I ... I have been able to taste you in the past just as you have been able to taste me and ... and ... so why does this last step make you so nervous?”
Anwyn looked curiously at Trálír, who cleared his throat to cover his own embarrassment. His hands repeatedly reached for hers and he gently massaged them with his fingertips, his gaze fixed on them to avoid Anwyn's gaze.
“Because I...” Trálír broke off and shrugged his shoulders. “Because I love you.”
Because his gaze was on Anwyn's hands, he did not see the effect his words had on her. Her eyes grew wide, shimmering with the deep meaning of his words, and her sigh was so full of devotion that Anwyn felt like she could hug the whole world with happiness.
“I don't want to hurt you, Anwyn, I want this to be a beautiful experience for you,” he continued slowly, unaware of how close Anwyn was to pulling him to the floor with her and pressing numerous kisses on his face. “I want us to get close to each other, for you to enjoy it. My closeness, my longing and my desire for you. I want you ... I want you to feel safe and secure in my embrace and I want this moment, becoming one… I long to feel you, Anwyn. You. In all that you are and all that you mean to me.”
Trálír lifted his face to Anwyn's and was surprised when hers was only a hand's breadth away from his.
“I love you,” she whispered and took his face between her hands, pressing numerous feather-light kisses on his lips, his cheeks, his forehead and the tip of his nose. When she sat back on her heels with a beaming smile, Trálír began to laugh. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her slowly and lavishly, while the fire burning in her body could also be felt in his loins.
Just a few more moments, Trálír thought wistfully as Brin's bell-like laughter echoed over to them from the courtyard. Anwyn released their kiss, sighed heavily and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen into Trálír's forehead behind his ear. As her fingertip slid over the shell of his ear, a shiver ran through his whole body. Before she stood up, he stole a quick kiss, then grabbed her hand and they both walked towards the courtyard, Yarrow at their heels.
“Are you staying for breakfast?” Anwyn asked, and Trálír's answer was an affirmative nod.
“Arod is in the stable and I would like to take him to Oksa in the run before I have breakfast with you, your father and the others. Would that be possible?”
“Of course,” Anwyn replied and as they had already reached the yard, she opened the gate and watched with a smile as Yarrow ran across it barking wildly in search of the rest of his pack. She saw her father step out of her house and raised her hand in greeting with a smile, which he did as well.
“And then we'll change your clothes,” Anwyn added, looking to Trálír to see if he would object, but he smiled quietly to himself, still holding her hand in his.
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Date: 2025-04-27 03:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-04-27 05:43 pm (UTC)And it makes so much fun to write both of them when they are together. :3
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Date: 2025-04-27 04:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-04-27 05:43 pm (UTC)Thank you so, so much for reading and commenting. ^-^
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Date: 2025-04-27 05:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-04-27 05:42 pm (UTC)Ich finde die Idee auch schön dass die beiden sich zwar sehr, sehr nahe sind, dass es aber immer wieder Momente kommen wo Anwyn oder Trálír sich verunsichert fühlen. Ich denke halt, dass das in der Realität auch so sein könnte wenn man in einer Beziehung ist.
Auf alle Fälle, vielen vielen Dank für deinen lieben Kommentar. 🧡
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Date: 2025-04-28 05:56 am (UTC)