Beyond Time (closed)

"He doesn't necessarily want me to," he chuckled. "I'm a Scot, Dylandra. I'm a stain on the face of England. He's expected to hate my family. He doesn't, but his people would certainly have a few words- and some spears- to exchange with Brogan. If his daughter became a Ghis..." He shook his head with a chuckle. "Heads would spin, at the very least."

Inside the brown paper package was a beautiful sapphire gown, the latest fashion of his time while also remaining understated and simple, and along with it was a beautiful golden chain with a diamond drop pendant. He leaned over a table with a silly grin as he watched her. Such gifts were incredibly expensive in her own time, but a fortune in 1100.
 
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"Oh, my..." Dylan murmured in a voice full of breathless awe. "Ashien...you shouldn't have..."

The gown was so lovely, but it was the chain and pendant that took her breath away. She carefully placed the gown aside and regarded the necklace for the longest moment, a slow smile crossing her features.

"Thank you..." She said as she was suddenly up and wrapping her arms around her lover, holding him tightly. "It's so much more than I deserve."
 
"No, you deserve things that money can't buy, things I might be able to give you in time if you're still sure you want me." He sought a loving, warm kiss and he smiled down at her. "Absolutely lovely woman..."
 
Dylan kissed him with as much passion and warmth as she could muster. It was easy to laugh and love with him, she thought to herself as the kiss ended and she heard the murmur in his tone that praised her for being a lovely woman. She actually blushed and averted her eyes for a moment.

"Would you put the necklace on me?" She asked him, offering him the chain and diamond.
 
Ashien gladly took the chain and slid around behind her, fastening the clip before he pressed a kiss just beneath the line of her jaw and wrapped his arms around her waist. His cheek laid against her own and he smiled contently. "I love you, my dear Lady Dylandra."
 
"And I love you, my sweet Ashien." She murmured in return, melting back against him as he held her so tightly.
 
Ashien said no more, knowing that the moment didn't call for words. Instead, he settled onto the sofa in the studio and brought her to lay against him. She'd only ever known John's energetic and 'catch me if you can' sort of love before. Ashien was much slower, sweeter, and less animalistic. He was more human, more thoughtful, more precise.

After a long silence of simply holding her- something John had only done in his sleep- Ashien spoke up quietly, "So you met Kiva? It must've been a surprise to you."
 
"Well...you could have given me a little warning." Dylan answered softly, looking over her shoulder at her lover. "Cause I've never seen anything like him before in my life."
 
"I warned you about the magicks in this world, love," Ashien smiled with a soft chuckle. "Kiva is one of the Lunar people, mostly werecreatures, but he's a loner who happened to be in a bad spot, so I offered him a job and a warm place to sleep. He's wonderful with the horses, and a good friend even though he can be rather quiet."

Stroking his fingers down through her hair, he offered a smile, "He's not the last you'll see, though if you ever come to Scotland, Wales, or Ireland with me, you'll see many, many more. England isn't as welcoming to those its people call 'odd' or 'beastly'."
 
"Hmmm...." Dylan said softly, looking at Ashien with a crooked grin. "I think you're a little beastly...especially in bed."
 
"Is that some sort of invitation?" Ashien smirked, his hand coming to rest intimately, rather dangerously low on her belly. He'd been wanting her all day, if he was honest. His lips found the curve of her neck where it adjoined to her shoulder and he muttered against her skin, "You haven't seen anything yet, love."
 
"More of an observation than an invitation." Dylan teased, a soft moan leaving her lips as his hand rested against her belly.

"Perhaps you'd like to see how this necklace looks against my bare skin." She offered, her body already reacting to having him near.
 
"Perhaps..." Ashien whispered, his other hand slipping between them to pull loose the laces of her dress. He slid the cloth down from her shoulders slowly, letting his fingers trail down her arms. With a bit of her help, he soon had laid the dress aside and he brought her back into his lap with her back still to his chest. She could feel him beginning to harden as he worked away her underclothes.Kissing beneath her ear, his hand found the same place it'd previously laid, and descended further until his fingers were caressing her folds but he advanced no further yet.
 
Dylan was panting as Ashien's hand pulled her clothes from her body, leaving her in nothing but her underclothes. She wanted his hand to go further, to feel his fingers on her wet folds, but she couldn't do anything but whimper. She pushed her hips upwards, encouraging him in the only way she could think.
 
Ashien smiled against her skin, and he let his fingers delve further, stroking through the moist flesh until he slipped one finger into her entrance. His opposite hand rose to cup her soft breast, massaging slowly and soon giving her nipple a gentle pinch. He slipped a second finger inside her, but avoided her sensitive bud to draw out her pleasure.
 
Dylan bit her lower lip, whimpering at the wonderful pressure of his finger slipping inside her wet folds. She tipped her head back against his shoulder, gasping against his ear as his hand cupped her breast. His fingers were wicked as they slowly closed around a nipple, tugging on it until she swore she would die.
 
Ashien's chest rumbled with a chuckle as he kept his movements slow and steady and torturous. Pressing his lips to her ear, he whispered, "What does milady command?" Just to sweeten his words, he pressed his fingers more deeply into her core. He loved this feeling, of being the master of her pleasure.
 
Ashien smirked as he reached between them, feeling like he was about to explode with lust for the beautiful woman squirming in pleasure on his lap. He freed his hardened cock from his trousers and he pulled her back tight against him, lowering her down over his shaft. With a soft groan, he sank into her core completely and kept firm hold of her hips to guide her up and down while he leveraged himself against the back of the sofa to meet her with his own slow thrusts.
 
The moment that the smooth head of his cock pressed against her wet folds, Dylan let out a passionate groan. The very action of him slipping so deeply into her body had her ready to cum. She tensed, panting as she struggled to control herself while he guided her along at a leisurely rhythm.
 
Ashien knew she was having trouble holding out, so he made a change to help her. He soon lifted her from his lap and turned her round to face him and straddle his lap. He slipped back into her core, but took it even slower now. He wanted this to last. He also wanted to feel her bare skin against his own, so he slipped away his shirt and vest and drew her in tight against his chest. With a soft groan, he kissed her and let his hands find her waist to guide her again.
 
Dylan loved the new position as she could see Ashien's face. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him with a new passion as they made slow, passionate love to one another. Her breasts pressed against his naked chest, her new necklace trailing between them as she sought a connection with this wonderful man.

"I love you, Ash." She murmured against his ear, moaning softly as he touched those spaces deep inside of her that no man had ever found before.
 
"And I love you, my dearest Lady Dylandra," he spoke slowly with deep emotion and faith in his words. He sought to prove just how he wished to please her, letting his lips trail down until he trapped her sensitive nipple and suckled on it with simple leisure.

He could feel his heart swell with emotion for this beautiful woman who'd come to love him and whom he'd come to love so quickly, and he channeled it all into how he pleasured her.
 
Dylan whimpered as his lips were suddenly on her nipple, suckling on it in time with their thrusts. She gasped, looking down at the erotic scene that was playing out before her. She loved this man, despite only knowing him for such a short amount of time. She felt as if she'd known him forever.
 
After giving her other nipple plenty of attention, Ashien shifted them and laid on his back on the sofa, giving her complete control while he let his hands caress up her body, seeking to feel every inch of her beautiful skin. He could feel his release building, but he forced it back for now in order to help her find her own first.
 
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