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The Mistress of the Shadowland, Second Book, The next Chapter
This one is a smaller chapter. I apologize for that but the heat in this week took its toll on me. I still hope you'll enjoy this chapter.
Thank you so much for reading.
♥
As Anwyn sat on his left side, Trálír swung his long, muscular legs over the edge of the bed on the other side when she suddenly grabbed his wrist with both hands.
“By the hells?!” Trálír's tone made it unmistakably clear that he had not expected this touch, and when Anwyn's lips pressed against his, he almost recoiled in surprise.
Everything in him urged him not to say another word, to grab her by the hips and throw her over his shoulder. The next move would be to reach for his sword, which was leaning against the wall, and then for the dark gray cloak that had been lying on a chest for days.
On the way out, he would throw the cloak over Anwyn and sneak through the castle and the courtyard with her, because, as she had mentioned, there was still the secret gap in the outer wall that would allow him and her to leave the castle unseen.
But when Trálír felt this longing fire within him, untamed and wild, and Anwyn enticed him with a sensual dance of her tongue, his fingers dug into the thin sheet that covered his mattress.
Trálír felt himself surrender to her sensual kiss, for he did not resist when she pulled him back onto the bed, gently pressing him into the mattress with her hands, and then sat on his lap.
The burning desire in his heart and the chaos in his head were so contradictory that they were incompatible.
Madness.
This was madness. He had to get Anwyn out of the castle, he had to protect her, but her body so close to his made his mind surrender control to his body.
A moan, deep from his throat, slipped over his lips, and Anwyn broke their kiss, looking down at him with a gentle smile on her glistening lips.
A warm, longing pull burned in his lap, and Trálír felt his erect member pressing against her lap as his heart was beating rapidly. He felt her fingers slide down to his hard nipples and stroked them. This gentle touch made Trálír forget all his doubts and fears, and all the questions about why Anwyn was in his chamber no longer mattered to him. He looked up at her and raised his eyebrows in surprise, for she was now naked and seemed to have used his inner struggle to remove her clothes.
She leaned down slightly toward him while her fingers circled his nipples and her palms rested gently on his chest just below them.
Fawn-brown eyes. A gaze in which he lost himself.
A tender, warm smile on her well-formed lips that always made his knees weak as soon as he saw it.
“Anwyn,” Trálír whispered lovingly, aware that all his concerns and questions no longer mattered.
This was her, his Tiramin. His beloved.
“I missed you so much, Trálír, and I couldn't wait any longer,” she replied softly, and for a moment he saw the guilt reflected in her eyes. “Please don't be angry with me.”
The High Elf placed his hand on her cheek and his thumb gently stroked her damp skin as the heat in his chamber caused both their bodies to be covered in sweat. When Anwyn carefully slid over his lap in another slow movement and he felt her coating him with her juices, he gasped out loud as his member twitched in response.
The whimper that slipped from Trálír's lips as Anwyn's lap brushed against him was almost embarrassing, but the longing for her, to feel her, to taste and to touch her was so great in him that it was impossible to hide it. Full of desire, he took hold of her wrist with his left hand as he tried to straighten up a little. His right hand tenderly wrapped around her neck and pulled Anwyn towards him so that she was almost lying with her upper body on top of his. Although everything in his body was urging him to press his lips to hers in a hot and passionate frenzy, his kiss was tender and he felt Anwyn surrender to it as her lips pressed delicately against his.
When she opened her mouth for him and he slowly felt her tongue with his, enveloping it and sucking on it, he released his grip on her neck and gently ran his fingertips from her upper arm to her hand, which he tenderly enclosed with his own.
When Anwyn broke away from the kiss with a soft smile, a sigh on her lips, she straightened up again. The wild curls fell down over her shoulders and Trálír touched the silky curls with his fingers, then looked up at her, uncertainty in his blue-green eyes.
“Is what we're doing right?” he asked in a low voice, but Anwyn didn't answer with words. Another tender kiss was reply enough and Trálír closed his eyes longingly, surrendering to the moment. Only an instant later, he felt her lips slide from his mouth to his cheek and forehead. She breathed gentle butterfly kisses on his skin every two finger widths and when her lips touched the tip of his nose, he smiled slightly.
“I want you, Trálír,” Anwyn whispered and he recognized the desire in her voice, the longing that burned within her.
Trálír's exhale escaped as a sigh as he listened to her words. He opened his eyelids and looked at her.
Anwyn unconsciously gnawed on her lower lip and he instantly knew what she was feeling because he knew this gesture from her too well. It was a hint of uncertainty and at the same time something she was questioning. A feeling, a thought. It was usually preceded by a situation she was unfamiliar with.
But when her gaze sank into his, he realized that she had made her decision and he was confirmed in it when she gingerly pressed her hands on his chest. With a racing heart, Anwyn hovered above him.
Are you sure?
Trálír's question could be read in his eyes and she nodded, prompting him to help her a little so that she lowered herself on him.
As Trálír slid inside of her, feeling how tight she was around him, how warm and welcoming, he let out a soft moan. He looked up at Anwyn, who was biting her lips, her eyes closed, her face marked by the new experience she was having.
“Don't... don't move,” he whispered, raising his hands to her hips. “Take your time, Anwyn... get used to the feeling of having me inside you, alright?”
Anwyn opened her eyelids and looked at him, her fawn eyes showing her uncertainty, but Trálír could also see a hint of desire in her, a longing to follow his words.
When he reached for her hands again and clasped them, Anwyn unconsciously shifted her weight.
This gentle movement made Trálír feel a sharp gasp catching in his throat. He threw slightly his back head and his hips moved unconsciously.
“Oh,” she exclaimed when she noticed what her movement was doing to Trálír. Curious, she moved her hips back and forth again, feeling him inside her, his member rubbing against her inner walls.
She bit her lip again to suppress the moan that escaped her throat. Anwyn slowly began to move her hips. Her eyes were fixed on Trálír's face, registering every muscle he moved, as well as the lower lip he bit and the moan that escaped him with every movement she made.
The more she moved, the more sound Trálír made.
Anwyn started to move her hips back and forth gently and felt Trálír thrust up his hips as well, not knowing that he was chasing the pleasure he felt and which started to increase.
„Gods, Anwyn…“ he gasped, low and hoarse. „By the gods...“
His hands slid over Anwyn's sweat-covered skin from her stomach to her breasts, which he cupped in his hands. As he began to massage them in rhythm with her movements, she moaned.
And her moan drove Trálír almost over the edge.
“Slow... slow,” he begged, his voice hoarse. “I want to feel you.”
He was so close. So close to reach his peak, so close to lose control, so very close to give in to the orgasm. The pressure in his loins was a sweet pain and his cock began to twitch, almost uncontrollably.
“Anwyn... I... I'm... I'm almost there ... slow, please...” He gasped and the whimper he made sounded helpless. He looked at Anwyn and their eyes locked.
She nodded, biting her lower lip as she moved slowly and seductively against him but a few moments later her movements became faster. He could see from her face that she too was approaching climax, for her cheeks were flushed and she was biting her swollen und glistening lips. A soft whimper escaped her lips. “By all the nine hells, fuck...” Trálír gasped, thrusting his hips upwards frantically. "Fuck, fuck... Ngh..."
And with a few more uncontrolled thrusts, he climaxed with a stifled sob.
Thank you so much for reading.
♥
As Anwyn sat on his left side, Trálír swung his long, muscular legs over the edge of the bed on the other side when she suddenly grabbed his wrist with both hands.
“By the hells?!” Trálír's tone made it unmistakably clear that he had not expected this touch, and when Anwyn's lips pressed against his, he almost recoiled in surprise.
Everything in him urged him not to say another word, to grab her by the hips and throw her over his shoulder. The next move would be to reach for his sword, which was leaning against the wall, and then for the dark gray cloak that had been lying on a chest for days.
On the way out, he would throw the cloak over Anwyn and sneak through the castle and the courtyard with her, because, as she had mentioned, there was still the secret gap in the outer wall that would allow him and her to leave the castle unseen.
But when Trálír felt this longing fire within him, untamed and wild, and Anwyn enticed him with a sensual dance of her tongue, his fingers dug into the thin sheet that covered his mattress.
Trálír felt himself surrender to her sensual kiss, for he did not resist when she pulled him back onto the bed, gently pressing him into the mattress with her hands, and then sat on his lap.
The burning desire in his heart and the chaos in his head were so contradictory that they were incompatible.
Madness.
This was madness. He had to get Anwyn out of the castle, he had to protect her, but her body so close to his made his mind surrender control to his body.
A moan, deep from his throat, slipped over his lips, and Anwyn broke their kiss, looking down at him with a gentle smile on her glistening lips.
A warm, longing pull burned in his lap, and Trálír felt his erect member pressing against her lap as his heart was beating rapidly. He felt her fingers slide down to his hard nipples and stroked them. This gentle touch made Trálír forget all his doubts and fears, and all the questions about why Anwyn was in his chamber no longer mattered to him. He looked up at her and raised his eyebrows in surprise, for she was now naked and seemed to have used his inner struggle to remove her clothes.
She leaned down slightly toward him while her fingers circled his nipples and her palms rested gently on his chest just below them.
Fawn-brown eyes. A gaze in which he lost himself.
A tender, warm smile on her well-formed lips that always made his knees weak as soon as he saw it.
“Anwyn,” Trálír whispered lovingly, aware that all his concerns and questions no longer mattered.
This was her, his Tiramin. His beloved.
“I missed you so much, Trálír, and I couldn't wait any longer,” she replied softly, and for a moment he saw the guilt reflected in her eyes. “Please don't be angry with me.”
The High Elf placed his hand on her cheek and his thumb gently stroked her damp skin as the heat in his chamber caused both their bodies to be covered in sweat. When Anwyn carefully slid over his lap in another slow movement and he felt her coating him with her juices, he gasped out loud as his member twitched in response.
The whimper that slipped from Trálír's lips as Anwyn's lap brushed against him was almost embarrassing, but the longing for her, to feel her, to taste and to touch her was so great in him that it was impossible to hide it. Full of desire, he took hold of her wrist with his left hand as he tried to straighten up a little. His right hand tenderly wrapped around her neck and pulled Anwyn towards him so that she was almost lying with her upper body on top of his. Although everything in his body was urging him to press his lips to hers in a hot and passionate frenzy, his kiss was tender and he felt Anwyn surrender to it as her lips pressed delicately against his.
When she opened her mouth for him and he slowly felt her tongue with his, enveloping it and sucking on it, he released his grip on her neck and gently ran his fingertips from her upper arm to her hand, which he tenderly enclosed with his own.
When Anwyn broke away from the kiss with a soft smile, a sigh on her lips, she straightened up again. The wild curls fell down over her shoulders and Trálír touched the silky curls with his fingers, then looked up at her, uncertainty in his blue-green eyes.
“Is what we're doing right?” he asked in a low voice, but Anwyn didn't answer with words. Another tender kiss was reply enough and Trálír closed his eyes longingly, surrendering to the moment. Only an instant later, he felt her lips slide from his mouth to his cheek and forehead. She breathed gentle butterfly kisses on his skin every two finger widths and when her lips touched the tip of his nose, he smiled slightly.
“I want you, Trálír,” Anwyn whispered and he recognized the desire in her voice, the longing that burned within her.
Trálír's exhale escaped as a sigh as he listened to her words. He opened his eyelids and looked at her.
Anwyn unconsciously gnawed on her lower lip and he instantly knew what she was feeling because he knew this gesture from her too well. It was a hint of uncertainty and at the same time something she was questioning. A feeling, a thought. It was usually preceded by a situation she was unfamiliar with.
But when her gaze sank into his, he realized that she had made her decision and he was confirmed in it when she gingerly pressed her hands on his chest. With a racing heart, Anwyn hovered above him.
Are you sure?
Trálír's question could be read in his eyes and she nodded, prompting him to help her a little so that she lowered herself on him.
As Trálír slid inside of her, feeling how tight she was around him, how warm and welcoming, he let out a soft moan. He looked up at Anwyn, who was biting her lips, her eyes closed, her face marked by the new experience she was having.
“Don't... don't move,” he whispered, raising his hands to her hips. “Take your time, Anwyn... get used to the feeling of having me inside you, alright?”
Anwyn opened her eyelids and looked at him, her fawn eyes showing her uncertainty, but Trálír could also see a hint of desire in her, a longing to follow his words.
When he reached for her hands again and clasped them, Anwyn unconsciously shifted her weight.
This gentle movement made Trálír feel a sharp gasp catching in his throat. He threw slightly his back head and his hips moved unconsciously.
“Oh,” she exclaimed when she noticed what her movement was doing to Trálír. Curious, she moved her hips back and forth again, feeling him inside her, his member rubbing against her inner walls.
She bit her lip again to suppress the moan that escaped her throat. Anwyn slowly began to move her hips. Her eyes were fixed on Trálír's face, registering every muscle he moved, as well as the lower lip he bit and the moan that escaped him with every movement she made.
The more she moved, the more sound Trálír made.
Anwyn started to move her hips back and forth gently and felt Trálír thrust up his hips as well, not knowing that he was chasing the pleasure he felt and which started to increase.
„Gods, Anwyn…“ he gasped, low and hoarse. „By the gods...“
His hands slid over Anwyn's sweat-covered skin from her stomach to her breasts, which he cupped in his hands. As he began to massage them in rhythm with her movements, she moaned.
And her moan drove Trálír almost over the edge.
“Slow... slow,” he begged, his voice hoarse. “I want to feel you.”
He was so close. So close to reach his peak, so close to lose control, so very close to give in to the orgasm. The pressure in his loins was a sweet pain and his cock began to twitch, almost uncontrollably.
“Anwyn... I... I'm... I'm almost there ... slow, please...” He gasped and the whimper he made sounded helpless. He looked at Anwyn and their eyes locked.
She nodded, biting her lower lip as she moved slowly and seductively against him but a few moments later her movements became faster. He could see from her face that she too was approaching climax, for her cheeks were flushed and she was biting her swollen und glistening lips. A soft whimper escaped her lips. “By all the nine hells, fuck...” Trálír gasped, thrusting his hips upwards frantically. "Fuck, fuck... Ngh..."
And with a few more uncontrolled thrusts, he climaxed with a stifled sob.
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