A Dark Deatiny (closed)

[KronosFire]

A Dark Destiny (closed)

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Ta'Vern stood on a high cliff overlooking the ocean. He'd seen a number of wonders in his twenty-two years, but none of them matched this one.

He watched waves smash the cliff below and listened to the thunder. The power displayed before him was wonderous. When he'd left the Changeling mountains, he didn't have a plan other than to escape the war between humans and orcs.

He looked to the east where a trail of smoke had been lifting into the sky all morning. He expected to find a settlement there.

* * *

The Cliff Tavern looked old and worn, but it was warm inside and the food was edible. Ta'Vern sat in a dark corner of the room where no one could see when he removed the mask covering his mouth. Two jutting tusks would quickly give away that he was more than human. He was half orc and was hated by humans and orcs.

His exceptional hearing was useful in gathering information. He learned of more lands on the other side of the ocean. It took most of his coin for passage on a ship.

The voyage lasted a fortnight, and Ta'Vern was relieved to stand on land. He hoped to never travel on the sea again. He headed to the nearest tavern for a meal and for information about the area.

The food was passable, and he listened to small group of men on the other side of the room who were planning a raid on a elven settlement. They spoke of a lovely treasure.

Elves made the finest swords, and the cost to buy one was more money than he would ever acquire. For a moment he considered asking to join the group, but he suspected an outsider would not be well received.

Although the men rode horses, Ta'Vern had no trouble keeping up. He stayed far enough behind that they were unable to see him, but with his keen sight, he could see their every move.

They rode south over grassy plains for two days. Ta'vern was amazed when they arrived at a forest that covered all the land for as far as he could see.

He'd wondered how the raiders planned to enter the elven settlement without being discovered. Talk amongst them of a mage didn't impress him. All magic was a sham.

The raiders reached the elven settlement before dawn the next morning. The raiders split their forces. Half rode deeper into the settlement to make quick attacks and lead the elven warriors away from the settlement. The rest waited an hour for dawn then charged into the clearing where a large temple stood.

The remaining elven warriors were easily overwhelmed by the large raider group. Ta'Vern saw this as his opportunity to get an elven sword. A short time later he was surprised to see a line of elven women with hands bound behind their backs, a metal ring around their necks, and ropes on the rings kept them attached to one another.

Could this be the lovely treasure? There was so much commotion no one noticed his entrance into the settlement. He quickly found a fallen elf with a sword. Three raiders lay dead nearby.

He took the sword and prepared to leave. The line of enslaved elven women came into his view. The eyes of the woman in front caught his. Her soul appears to shine - the thought almost made him laugh. Nevertheless, he couldn't deny the pull he felt from her.

Ta'Vern's speed and strength came from his orc side. He quickly ran to the elven woman, cut the rope between her and the next elf, lifted her into his arms, and ran.

The sounds of men on horses pursuing them was soon left behind.

 

[SandS13]

The attack had not been foreseen. Even the seer, with all her abilities had not predicted that they would find themselves bound and about to be led away like cattle.

There had been warriors protecting them, the temple and those within the settlement but the attack had been swift and they were overpowered. Many lay dead or dying. The temple was raided for anything of value. The priestesses and acolytes were on their knees, many crying as the last of the women had the rings at their necks secured.

The elves had tried their best. They had thought their settlement hidden well enough and their temple a place of respect but these men proved differently.

The goddess' artifacts were taken or destroyed and her followers treated like cattle.

Her head was hung, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. Annaira was a priestess of the goddess. She was proud to be her representation on this land but these animals, for she would not call them men, cared little for that. They risked the goddess' wrath and Annaira silently vowed to do what she could to bring that down on them.

Only the high priestess had any true connection to the goddess but all those in the temple strove to be a good representative. Annaira was no different. She had come to the temple at a young age, served as devoted acolyte and worked hard to achieve her status. She was young for an elf but her pure nature spoke volumes and made her a favourite of the high priestess.

Annaira looked up. Blue eyes shone in the in early morning light. She was terrified and angry. It was then that she felt it. The breeze that brushed her cheek and a calm that came over her.

'Fear not child. There are other plans for you....'

No one around her seemed to react to the feminine voice. Was the fear of the situation making her hallucinate?

She looked around and locked eyes with what appeared to be a half orc. He was big, showed signs of battle. He didn't seem to be apart of the initial raid but he was holding an elven sword and he was looking at her.

It happened so quickly. One moment he was looking at her. The next he there, cutting the ropes and lifting her.

Then they were moving. Annaira had no time to react. He was moving and she with him.

She could hear the horses behind them. It took a moment to get over the shock and get her bearings but Annaira realized she knew where they were.

"If you go to the right and down the hill there is a hidden cave, an old den. Grown over. They will not find us there."

It had not yet occurred to her that she should fear him and what he might do. That he had freed her and carried her off as if she was a small child was the furtherest thing from her mind. That he had taken her, only her and not freed the others had also not yet creeped in.

Annaira could only focus on them hiding from their pursuers. She feared them at the moment and there was no room for much else.

 

[KronosFire]

Ta'Vern was surprised by his actions. Why am I fleeing with an elven woman? He had no answers, but this was what needed to be done. That certainty puzzled him.

He glanced downward from time to time. The elf was beautiful – although that word was not sufficient. Perhaps, perfect?

One strange thing he noted was that she didn't try to free herself, and she kept silent. He couldn't understand her tranquil spirit.

He'd been running for near an hour when she said, "If you go to the right and down the hill there is a hidden cave, an old den. Grown over. They will not find us there."

The calmness in her voice surprised him.

Without the elf's direction, he'd never have found the cave. As soon as they entered the cave, he set her on her feet, freed her hands and examined the metal ring around her neck. He could not find a way to release it. The top of her head was at his mid-chest.

He expected they might be here a few days, so they would need a fire, food, and water.

He removed the leather pack from his back and opened it. He took out a water container made from the stomach of a pig as well as a flint and steel. He handed the flint and steel to the elf.

“Build a fire. I'm going to get some more water.”

 

[SandS13]

The entered the cave and he put her down. It was now that it occurred to her that she was alone with this man. She came only to his mid-chest and it hit her like a brick.

They were alone. Alone. He had taken her.

Panic began setting in. Her chest rose and fell, the movement steadily increasing. He handed her a flint and steel. She took it but still stared at him.

Water? Fire? Was he going to keep her?

The ring on her neck felt tight and heavy. She could feel the panic brewing. She wanted to run. She wanted to scream but nothing happened. Annaira simply stood there. She watched him as he moved to the front of the cave.

Should she run? Could she get her feet to move? She looked down and her feet were bare. Her nightgown was thin.

A wind moved up her back. Annaira exhaled and closed her eyes.

'Breathe child....there is a plan for you...there is a plan for him...'

Annaira frowned. The voice. Where was it coming from? The calm, the peace...She inhaled and it became clear. The vision of the goddess appeared.

'Calm...do not panic. You are my chosen. A great darkness comes. It will bring death, destruction and it will mean the end of all we know. We need a hero to fight. He is that hero. You are that which will guide him.'

Annaira was incredibly confused. How could she, a priestess guide the man who had just...what rescue her? Kidnap her?

'I know you are troubled but I promise it will become clear. For now, you must stay with him. No matter what happens stay with him. It will not be easy but I will be with you.'

The goddess faded and Annaira was comforted and confused all that the same time. As if on autopilot she began to build a pile with some sticks and after some struggle she managed to get it to light. Annaira sat and pressed her back to the rock wall. It was damp and cold but she didn't notice. Her knees were under her chin as she replayed the vision and the goddess' words.

Chosen? Darkness?

She desperately tried to piece the whole thing together.

 

[KronosFire]

On their flight to the cave, Ta'Vern had noticed several animal trails. He followed one now and was sure it would lead to water.

They needed more food than his travel fare, and the woman needed more than the thin clothing she wore. He tried to push thoughts of her from his mind and failed.

He worried because of the metal ring. He suspected it was not removeable, which meant even her own people would keep her as a slave. The thought of her being treated as a slave bothered him.

Ta'Vern had lived alone for ten years. He liked being on his own. He didn't need a woman or anyone else. Still, the thought of returning the elf to her people made him angry. The strength of his emotion surprised him, and he didn't understand it.

He found the stream, which was at most two paces wide. He refilled the water skin. He decided to return here before dark when some animals should be coming for water.

He returned to the cave and was pleased to see the fire. The woman sat near it. Her arms were wrapped around herself, but she was not shivering.

He purposely sat close enough that he could touch her. He said, “My name is Ta'Vern. If we stay here a few days, it should be safe to leave. I will return you to wherever you wish to go, but unless there's a way to remove that ring, you will live the life of a slave.”

He removed the mask that covered his mouth, revealing the two tusks that protruded from his bottom teeth. “I'm half orc and know what it is to be hated. Think carefully over the next few days of a place where you will be safe.”

 

[SandS13]

Darkness coming. Annaira wasn't sure what that meant. She had noticed a short time ago a small shift in things. It had been subtle but news coming to them was tinged with more trouble. Even the air at times had seemed tinged somehow. She hadn't thought a great deal on it. She had her studies, her work, her prayer.

She swallowed, a lump forming in her throat. She willed herself not to cry. It was a lot to take in. The raid. The ring on her neck. This cave. The goddess. The vision. Th-

Her thoughts were cut off as he arrived back. Annaira looked up, fear in her eyes. He sat close. her pulse increased and she fought the urge to flee. He was so much bigger than she, stronger. If he wanted to hurt her he could no matter how she might try to fight.

Annaira shook her head a little and blinked away tears. "Annaira. I am Annaira. I am not a slave..."

Her lower lip trembled. "I am a priestess of Galen."

She tried to put her head down but the ring pulled at the skin. At this reminder Annaira began to silently cry.

She felt it then, that same wind up her back but this time it settled on her shoulder as if a hand were there steadying her. 'Calm chosen one...'

Annaira looked up at Ta'Vern. She was calmer now somehow bolstered by the unseen hand on her shoulder. "Why did you take me?"

The hand on her shoulder squeezed. 'He is our hero. The gods have chosen him. He will need you.'

 

[KronosFire]

"Annaira. I am Annaira. I am not a slave..."

Although her voice was calm and certain, Annaira seemed unsettled, which Ta'Vern understood. Unfortunately, the ring marked her as a slave. He hoped to find a way to remove it before reality took a firm grip on her heart.

"Why did you take me?"

Annaira's voice was steadier than he expected. He'd been prepared for hissing, cursing, and fighting.

“I wasn't with the raiders; I followed them here because I hoped to acquire an elven sword. I can't explain why I took you away from the raiders. In that moment when our eyes met, I felt compelled to do it. It makes no sense, but that's what happened.”

Ta'Vern unrolled a bear fur. “It will be cold tonight. Sleep on the fur. I'm headed back to the stream. I might not be back until very late.”

He stayed downwind, moving slowly and quietly. Because thoughts about the elf were ever present in his mind, he pushed his focus to concentrate on the moment.

He could never remember a time when he was so distracted by anyone or anything. Something pulled him to her; he couldn't comprehend it, which was frightening.

The sooner I'm rid of her the better. His resolve didn't make him feel more settled. When he arrived at the stream, he removed his throwing knives from the sheath at his side and lay in the grass. Now came the hard part: watching and listening.

His thoughts wanted to drift while he waited, but he'd been a hunter since he was twelve, and he directed himself to focus. A couple rabbits came into view, but he was looking for larger game.

A large deer suddenly stood almost directly in front of him. He didn't expect good fortune so soon. He threw his knives one after the other. The deer leapt up and dropped to the ground.

Ta'Vern held the legs of the deer draped across his shoulders. Thankfully, the cave wasn't that far away.

When he entered the cave, he continued to the back where he lay the deer down. It took an hour to clean and skin the deer. He cut some portions from the deer to cook while he hung the deer over the fire to smoke.

Ta'Vern staked out the deer hide and cleaned it. Once it dried he could make Annaira some clothing.

 

[SandS13]

She frowned a little as he explained how he had come to be there that night and had taken her. The invisible hand on her shoulder squeezed as he stated he was compelled to take her.

Annaira watched as he laid a fur for her. Bear to be exact. She marvelled at the idea that he had killed a bear. He was as big as one it seemed. Then, he was gone.

It took a moment for her to register it all.

The goddess was close, it felt as if she was right in her ear. 'He is the one. He will stop the darkness with your help. Remember I am here when you need me.'

The hand was gone, the breeze was gone. Annaira moved and added wood to the fire and then, laid on the fur. She curled up on her side and stared at the fire. In a short time her eyes began to close and she drifted off to sleep.

The clouds were dark, black and rolling through the forest. The trees fell. Animals tried to run only to be swallowed up by the blackness.

They stood on a cliff watching as the destruction moved closer. Annaira looked behind her. The gods were there and watching them. When she turned back Ta'Vern was still looking below but the sword in his hand shone white hot.

The black clouds grew closer and closer. Annaira wanted to run. She turned to look at the gods, to look at Galen but a hand grasped her wrist. She looked back an Ta'Vern pulled her in close. Her head found his chest. His arm wrapped around her and pulled her tightly against him. He raised the sword and the cloud began to engulf them.

Annaira woke up, her heart racing. Her hands clutched the fur. The dream rattled her to her core. He was there and she was comforted by his presence. The sword. The gods. She should be scared and worried that she was going mad and yet, she knew with her very being that the goddess had talked to her and that they were somehow bound.

She was still scared. Still unsure what would happen with him. That uncertainty was terrifying.

 

[KronosFire]

Annaira tossed and turned in her sleep. The trauma of this day must have worn her out. There were a few hours left of daylight. Suddenly, she sat up and looked at him. He'd become accustomed to her calm attitude, but this look--

He stood up from the rock where he'd been sitting and walked to the furs. He knelt beside her and said, “I can see something troubles you; I'm accustomed to being alone, which makes it difficult to know what to say to you. When I'm alone, I make up songs to pass the time.”

If I had an eagle eye,
I could see far and wide.
If the future I could spy,
we wouldn't need to hide.

Bring me an answer I understand;
life leaves me in puzzlement.

Wind can be calm or fierce -
reminds me of a woman's gaze;
her blue eyes can truly pierce,
leaving me in a clouded haze.

Bring me an answer I understand;
life leaves me in puzzlement.

Stuck in a cave with nothing to do,
except stare at one another -
you know that's true.
I wish I could blame my mother.

Bring me an answer I understand;
life leaves me in puzzlement.

Ta'Vern laughed to himself. The silly song helped to lighten his mood and put Annaira back to sleep.

* * *

The sun had set several hours earlier. and Ta'Vern was worn out. It was beyond time for him to rest. He removed his outer garments, leaving a loincloth. He pulled back the furs and lay down. His eyes closed.

 

[SandS13]

As he approach Annaira felt a sense of panic. In the dream he had held her close, protectively and yet the darkness came. What if he wasn't the hero? What if he had no intention of letting her go? What if he hurt her?

As these thoughts raced through her mind Ta'Vern stated that he was often alone, didn't know what to say and then began to sing. His gentle, empathetic nature was a contrast to his size and imposing figure.

She laid back down on her side, facing him so that she could look at him as he sang. She wanted to learn more about him. His song was honest and amusing at times. Her eyes slowly closed again.

Leave me in a clouded haze...

That she understood. Everything about this day felt distant and strange.

Sleep came and this time it did not bring dreams. Annaira didn't wake when Ta'Vern laid down. She did not wake at all in the night. The fire died out in the early morning hours and she found herself chilled. In her sleep, Annaira gravitated further under the furs seeking warmth and ended with her backside tucked neatly against his groin. Her back pressed against his chest and she nestled in.

 

[KronosFire]

Ta'Vern awoke with Annaira snuggled against him. He didn't understand why she seemed to have no fear of him. Orcs were the most feared and hated creatures on Earth. They even hated their own kind.

His youth was not a happy one. He was teased and taunted constantly, but he truly couldn't fight back; his strength was far beyond any human.

He felt a hot stirring deep inside. This elf had moved his emotions like none other. When orcs went to battle, they made an oath: Fight unto victory or until death.

He put both his hands on her head and said, “Annaria awaken and hear my words. I will fight for you unto victory or until death. The deer hide will be dry today. I will make you garments, then we can leave to where you want to go.”

 

[SandS13]

She was warm and comfortable. She was felt secure, safe. It was strange to think. All her time in the temple she had never felt as she did now.

It was as if a jolt of lightening was passing through her. Annaira gasped, eyes opening wide. Her back was still to him but she could feel his hands on her head. She could hear his words. There was so much power. She wondered if he sensed it. Her breathing was ragged.

Slowly, Annaira turned to face him. She tried to calm her breathing. Her voice was soft. "Ta'Vern, I do not wish to go away from you. I-"

Truthfully, the goddesss hadn't told her yet where they needed to go or what they needed to do. Annaira wasn't sure what to say. She reached up and touched his face. "You said you felt that you needed to take me. I feel, I know that I need to stay with you."

She trembled a little. How was she going to explain what the goddess had told her? She lifted her head, the ring pulling at the skin on her neck. Annaira pressed in closer to him.

 

[KronosFire]

Ta'Vern felt Annaira turn until she faced him. He could see nothing in the dark, but her beauty was etched into his brain.

"Ta'Vern, I do not wish to go away from you. I-"

Her words were soft yet certain. He didn't understand her choice, but he wasn't going to protest it, then her hand touched his face. Although it was a soft touch, fire lay in those fingers. A fire that jumped from his face to his neck and lower.

"You said you felt that you needed to take me. I feel, I know that I need to stay with you."

“Just as I needed to take you away from the raiders.”

Annaira's body pressed even closer into him. His arms wrapped around her back, and he said, “Is your body in need of something from me?”

 

[SandS13]

Strong arms wrapped about her and pulled her close. It was like in the dream except they were laying down and neither wore much in the way of clothing.

His question left Annaira confused. Her body in need? In need of something from him? She laid there, her forehead barely touching his chest. It slowly dawned on her what he meant. Her heart pounded in her chest. She was not one who had known sensual touch. Priestesses were unspoiled. They came as young girls to the temple.

'Bind yourself to him. You will still be my priestess...'

In truth the purity rule for her priestesses was not Galen's work. She herself coupled with many of the other gods. She did not feel the women needed to be pure to be devout. She didn't interfere too much with the rules but she knew if she did not push Annaira the woman would not break them. The gods had agreed that this pair needed to be bonded together.

Annaira was confused and frightened. To lay with a man was one thing but Ta'Vern was not a human. He was so much bigger than she was. She wouldn't even know where to begin.

Her voice was soft. "I do not know...I have never..." She became very aware of how her breathing pushed her breasts against him and despite the covering of her nightgown, albeit thin as it were, she could feel her nipples brushing against him.

Annaira lifted her head and looked up at him in the dark. She couldn't see him or he, her but the movement just felt right. "Please. I do not understand fully what I feel or what I want or...will you..."

Her voice trailed off and one hand roamed up, along his chest. She didn't know how to ask for something she had no real practical knowledge of.

 

[KronosFire]

"I do not know...I have never..."

Annaira's soft voice stirred Ta'Vern even more. He caressed her face and said, “I will be gentle.”

"Please. I do not understand fully what I feel or what I want or...will you..."

He kissed her neck and said, “I will show you the way.”

Ta'Vern's hands gripped Annaira's nightdress and pulled it up and over her head. His hands went to the ties holding the loincloth, and he loosed them and pulled the loincloth away.

He took her hand and placed it on his cock. “Caress it.”

His fingers started a slow exploration of her body. Soft touches almost like a whisper trailed down her back.

While his hands touched her, his mouth began its own journey at her ears. He licked and sucked at her earlobe then licked down her neck.

His hands continued to her ass cheeks, fingers swirling and caressing them. He turned her to her back on the fur, and his mouth trailed to her breasts.

His tongue laved her left tit while his left hand played with her right breast, caressing it and squeezing her tit. His mouth covered her areola, sucking at it and pressing her tit to the roof of his mouth.

His mouth moved to her right breast, and his hand slipped downward between her legs.

 

[SandS13]

Annaira held her breath as he commented that he would be gentle. She was scared, nervous and something else. She couldn't name it. She didn't know what it was.

His lips found her neck and Annaira inhaled sharply at the contact. Her nightdress was lifted away from her. Her body was naked, exposed to him. It was too dark for him to see her but he would be able to feel her body as she could feel his.

Annaira was aware that his hand moved lower. Again, she held her breath. A large hand took hers and moved it. Her eyes went wide as her hand was placed on something hot, thick, firm and yet, soft. His voice reached her in the darkness. He told her to caress it.

It.

His hands were on her body. Soft on her skin despite their size and strength. Everywhere Ta'Vern touched felt as if he left fire behind. Not in a painful way but as if it was waking up her nerves and sensations.

His mouth was on her ear. Annaira gasped at how sensitive they were. Other than to clean them she had never really 'touched' them. Now the sensation was causing other things to happen, like her nipples hardening. Not that he seemed to notice. Ta'Vern was touching her, kissing her and his mouth was moving lower. As warm lips and a strong, wet tongue engulfed her breast Annaira arched her back, pushing her breast into his mouth.

She was panting slightly.

Her own hand was gentle as it moved around his manhood. Fingers lightly fluttered as if she were touching a flower petal. She didn't know what to do and was trying to understand what she was doing, what Ta'Vern was doing to her and how it was making her feel.

As his hand moved down her body to her abdomen Annaira tensed a little. Her hand gripped his cock in reaction. His mouth was still working on her breast.

A moan escaped from her. She had no idea where it came from or why but she was beyond thinking in this moment.

Her fingers were wrapped around his cock. It was almost unbearably warm in her hand. The skin was soft yet under felt firm. She found herself slowly moving her hand along its length.

 

[KronosFire]

Ta'Vern noticed right away how Annaira's breathing changed as she started to respond to his touches and kisses

Ta'Vern's inner heat continued to rise. “I love how your body feels under the touch of my fingers, and my mouth rejoices in how sweet you taste.”

Annaira's hand on his cock made it swell with eagerness. He pushed his cock harder into her hand and moaned softly.

He raised his head back to her mouth. His long tongue pushed at her lips, sliding inside her mouth.

His hand reached her hot center. He cupped her sex for a moment, then two fingers delved into her heat, stroking and caressing.

His head lifted up. “I'm delighted to find that you are already getting wet, preparing yourself for my eager cock.”

His fingers continued to explore her heated center while his mouth began a slow journey down her stomach.

The fires within were burning so hot. His body was eager to join with hers.

 

[SandS13]

His words reached her ears but she was having trouble making it all make sense. He was pushing into her hand. His cock was hard and the movement felt strange but good in her hand.

Ta'Vern kissed her. At first, Annaira didn't kiss him back. She didn't know what to do but the less she thought and the more she reacted the more natural it all began to feel. Her mouth moved under his. His tongue pressed between her lips and it was like electricity as his tongue brushed hers.

it was then that she became aware of the way his hand was moving. He was cupping her sex. She was panting lightly. Thick fingers parted the lips of her sex and pressed forward, touching her. Annaira tensed against the intrusion.

Wet? She was confused for a moment. She realized that her sex was slick against his hand. She would have worried but Ta'Vern had said he was delighted. She also realized that it felt good the way he was touching her.

Her hips moved on their own. She opened her legs a little and allowed him more access. His hand was large, fingers thick and probing. He was moving away, mouth on her stomach.

Her hands moved away from his cock to caress his hair. The way his fingers were touching her she feared he might hurt her.

"Gentle. Please be gentle with me..." Her voice was incredibly soft in the dark cave.

 

[KronosFire]

“You are making me so hot, Annaira.”

As Ta'Vern's head moved lower, his body shifted. He moved his hips so that his knees were on either side of Annaira's head.

Tavern's face descended between Annaira's legs. His long tongue slithered over her slit while his cock lowered to her face, touching her lips.

He said, “You will have pain for a bit, but then you will know pleasure.”

His tongue slipped into her slit. He licked and sucked at her folds. “You are so sweet and tasty.” He lapped up her juices. His tongue was eager for her taste.

His tongue went deep inside her and met a barrier. He pushed hard and continued past the barrier. He lifted his head, and his mouth covered her clit. His tongue swirled over her clit, then he sucked at it hard, drawing it into his mouth.

His fingers continued to stroke her sex while his tongue played with her clit.

 

[SandS13]

She wasn't prepared for the way he moved. His head was now lower. Annaira wished she could see. The cave was too dark. She could feel but she had no idea what she was feeling. There was hot air between her legs. Annaira tensed.

Something wet and strong was moving against her sex. She was fearful for a moment. Something touched her face. Annaira whimpered.

Ta'Vern stated there would be pain. She heard the second part but she was so focused on the pain part that it did not register.

Something pressed deeper into her folds, into her sex. Annaira was pinned beneath him and could not move. Then she tensed as she felt the set strong muscle push into her. Tears formed in her eyes at the pressure and pain. She wanted to push him away, wanted to curl up and protect her most sensitive parts.

Then there was pressure and another sensation. She moaned and whimpered. Annaira was unsure what was brushing against her face. The whole experience was confusing and though there was pain there was something else.

"Ta'Vern....I..." She tried to wiggle and move beneath him. "Slow...I..."

She stifled tears and an odd moan of pleasure.

 

[KronosFire]

Ta'Vern....I...Slow...I..."

At the sound of Annaira's voice, Ta'Vern lowered his hips so that his cock entered her mouth. His tongue left her clit to continue its exploration of her heated center.

His mouth and tongue played with her slick folds, sucking and lapping at them. He savored her sweet taste.

Ta'Vern shifted his body again so that his cock was poised at Annaira's hot center. He lowered his head and kissed her lips softly.

“Annaira, I'm delighted with how your body responds to me, but now carefully consider if you wish to be bound to me. In joining our bodies together, we become as one, and once bound, it's not something that can be undone.”

He lowered his head beside hers and whispered, “I've been alone for a very long time, and it didn't bother me. I realize now I no longer want to be alone – I want you. I know that if you choose me, you will give up so much; still, I hope you choose me.”

 

[SandS13]

Her mouth was invaded and Annaira panicked. She felt as if she was choking to death. She had no concept of sex. She knew that some of what Ta’Vern had done felt good. Some was strange and some of which caused pain.

He moved again. She felt his weight shift away, her mouth was freed of the pressure and intrusion. She let out a deep shuddering breath. He was speaking but for the moment all Annaira could focus on was the brushing of something against her sex.

He kissed her. It was gentle. In the dark, Annaira’s hand groped to find his face. Soft fingers brushed his cheek. Joining of their bodies. He wanted her.

Annaira knee the gods wanted them bonded. She knew her desire did not matter to them, she was a servant. Ta’Vern was giving her the choice. He was offering her the chance to change what had begun. Though she knew the gods would be angry if she didn’t bond with him that was not on the forefront of Annaira’s mind. What was surprising is that she did not want to stop it. She didn’t understand it all but she would learn. What Annaira wanted right now was, in fact him.

“I want you. I choose you.” Her voice was soft and sultry. She couldn’t explain it, she was supposed to be a priestess, a virgin and yet she wanted nothing more than this.

 

[KronosFire]

Annaira's mouth on Ta'Vern's cock had energized his desire for her. Now, poised at her entrance, he received her words: “I want you. I choose you.”

Ta'Vern had not been certain of how Annaira would answer. She'd surprised him every step of the way since they first met.

Ta'Vern thrust down slowly entering Annaira's wet heat. He groaned as his cock was enveloped by her sweet center.

His mouth moved from her lips to her neck and downward, pulled like a magnet to her breasts. His lips locked onto her left breast, laving and sucking on her tit.

His thrusting rhythm started slowly and became faster. He wanted to savor every moment of their union. He didn't understand how he could feel so certain that becoming one with Annaira was what he needed to do.

His memories flashed back for a moment to when their eyes first met, and he knew what had to be done. It was like magic. Now, that same feeling was settling into his mind. He'd resolved to remain a loner, and that choice was fading away as if this union was meant to be.

 

[SandS13]

He entered her and Annaira gasped. Her back arched slightly. She felt full, pierced and yet, it was pleasurable. Her hands reached out, fingers gripping the bedding beneath her. Ta’Vern had entered her deeply. The movements were slow and allowed her to get used to the depth and motion.

Annaira could feel everything. She was small compared to him. Her body opened to him and welcomed him even though her mind was still trying to grasp the situation.

He thrusted into her. Annaira moaned as she felt his cock press so deep that it felt like it was in her stomach. On their own, her hips began to move, meeting his thrusts. Her back arched more as his mouth found her breast. She wanted him to take her completely. She wanted him to fill her, leave her satiated and spent. She wanted all of him just as he seemed to want her.

The gods doing, Annaira presumed but she did not care. In this moment all that mattered was Ta’Vern and the way his body felt against and inside her own.

“Oh...Deep..I...” the elf moaned and moved under her now, lover. Her hands moved to his back and nails raked his skin as she gave it to the sensation that was building in her body.

 

[KronosFire]

Ta'Vern was excited and pleased by Annaira's response to him. He felt more alive than at any other time in his life.

His right hand slid between their bodies and moved down over her stomach to her sex, coating his fingers, which continued to her clit, rubbing, and pulling at it.

He said, “Give me more of your sweet nectar, Annaira.”

He groaned loudly as his cock errupted. His seed poured into her body. At that moment, he could feel something happening in his mind; it was like an awakening.

The sensation was exciting and frighening at the same time. He could feel Annaira's presence in his head. The sensation was impossible to describe, but this was the bond that he'd felt compelled to make; of that he was positive.

He slowed down the rythym of his body and moved his legs to either side of hers. “Let's turn over, and you can ride me for awhile.”

They quickly turned, and Annaira was on top of him.