Beyond Time (closed)

Dylan rode her lover with sure strokes, gasping each time that their bodies came together. She looked down into her lover's eyes, finding such a wealth of love there. She grinned, leaning over his body to kiss him with a building passion.
 
When their lips parted, Ashien gave her that dark and sexy smirk she remembered from flashes of him when she was with John, and he took firmer hold of her hips to guide her in a particular way until she felt the slightest touch to that one place inside her that drove her mad. When Ashien realized he'd found it, he drove directly back into it.
 
"Oh, God!" Dylan cried out, her entire body arching against her lover as he thrust into her core. "Ashien!"

She came in a violent rush, crying out to the empty room around them.
 
Ashien smirked to see her writhe in pleasure, whispering adoringly, "That's it love..." He watched her with deep interest, almost wanting to capture that moment on canvas. But it also drove him over the edge and he lifted her hips from his own before her could spill his seed into her belly.
 
Dylan gasped as he was suddenly pulled from her body, spilling his seed against her belly once more. She panted, watching the erotic scene and knowing that she would have to paint it soon. She looked up at her lover, giving him a smile before she leaned forward and kissed him gently, her fingers tangling in his short hair.

"Let me paint you like this, Ash. Please?" She asked him, needing his permission to capture such an intimate moment.
 
"Anything you wish, milady," he whispered in return before stealing another kiss and relaxing beneath her. "Would you rather have me completely naked or just like this?" He asked softly as he still wore his trousers and boots.
 
"Just like this, ash." She murmured, kissing him before she slipped off his lap and moved to get her canvas set up. She was naked as the day she was born save the diamond pendant but she had painted like that many times before.
 
Ashien shifted only slightly to get comfortable, letting his arm drape across his stomach. He sighed contently and closed his eyes. "I suppose I'm in for plenty of sudden painting urges with you, hm?" He questioned almost lazily with a smile. Dylandra felt a gentle nudge against her hip, and there sat Ballas, watching her paint.
 
"When it strikes, it strikes. I can't stop it." Dylan commented as she put brush to canvas, looking down at Ballas as he rubbed his massive head against her hip. Reaching down, she scratched between his ears and gave him a smile before she returned back to her work.
 
The days in Darkwood were blissful, and the nights even more so. Ashien gave his love freely in every way, and he indulged her in any fantasy she wished on canvas or in bed. He was a grand lover and spared nothing to please her. It almost seemed too good to be true, but it was toward the end of her first month in Darkwood that the King caught word of her existence when Ashien rejected the Princess' own request to have him come to court her. Ashien was pulled away at least twice a week, and it was the second time he returned in the last week before the full moon that he told Dylandra about this. The King was curious about her sudden appearance, and the Princess, though a bit jealous, was even more curious and they had invited Ashien and Dylandra to come and join them some evening soon for dinner, and offered for them to bring any friends they might want.

It was the night of the full moon, the night before the dinner, that Dylandra and Ashien found themselves together in the studio, tangled together on the sofa in the middle of a passionate kiss and even more passionate lovemaking. The soft chords of some old song drifted in from the ballroom where the piano stood, and Ashien paused.

"Someone's coming through," he muttered, out of breath. It wouldn't be Van, so it could only be one other person.
 
Dylan was in heaven that evening, gasping and moaning each time Ashien thrust into her body. She whimpered, biting her lower lip before her lover took her in a tender, passionate kiss. She barely heard the noise of the piano, her fingers clenching the cushions beneath her as her lover paused and commented on the noise.

She panted, gaining her breath as she herself heard the noise now too. "Who would it be?"
 
Ashien met her eyes with a bit of concern. "Unless someone else managed to find the piano in your time... it must be John." He leaned down to seek another loving kiss from her before he gave her a bitter smile. "We'll have to pick this up later, darling." He pulled back from her body with a disappointed sigh, leaning down to pick up his discarded trousers and her dress. He rose after giving her the dress, and he pulled on his own clothes quickly.

John stood in the ballroom in absolute shocked silence, his hand still resting upon the piano. He hadn't believed Van, but his curiosity had brought him to investigate the piano anyway. This was beyond his comprehension.
 
Dylan dressed as fast as she could, getting Ashien to help with the ties she couldn't reach. He had been generous to her with her clothing, buying her new things it seemed almost every day. He made sure that she was a well dressed woman of his time, a woman worthy of being with him.

She took his hand as they walked into the ballroom, pausing when she saw John standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face. "John? What are you doing?"
 
John's eyes instantly snapped to her when she spoke, and he opened up his mouth to speak but no sound would come until he took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "Dyl... what just happened to me? I was in the library..." he then saw Ashien and his throat went dry. "Christ..." he knew Ashien from the paintings, and he also knew the man had lived more than 800 years before John's own time.
 
"Van told you to stay away from the piano." Dylan said softly as she watched the realization creep over John's face. "John, this is Ashien Ghis. He is the owner of Darkwood Manor."
 
"Welcome, John," Ashien spoke softly, stepping forward to extend a hand. John slowly took it, shaking hands with a man shy of a millennium older than himself.

"Uh... hiya..." John choked out. "Listen, uh... don't take this the wrong way, but... what the hell just happened?"

"You were brought to the original Darkwood Manor by my piano, which was carved from a tree imbued with magicks."

"Oh... well that makes perfect sense." The sarcasm was incredibly evident even behind his disbelief and shock.

"Dylandra felt the same, if she doesn't still feel that way now." Ashien gave him a kind smile. "Come sit down, my friend. There's not much I can do to explain, but know that you have nothing to worry about. We'll get you back before midnight and all will be well."

"What happens if I don't go back before then?"

"Then you'll be stuck here for twenty-eight days, til the next full moon."

"Oh."
 
"John, I would love to have you here, but you need to make the decision yourself." Dylan said softly as the realization of what had just happened to him started to sink in. "Twenty-eight days is a long time but you'll like it here."
 
"Well... I mean... I don't want to impose, y'know..."

"If you're not comfortable here, I can give you a home out on the estate, John," Ashien offered. "Nor do you have to stay in this time at all."

"I don't know... I guess I... sort of came because there was nothing in my time for me. I, uh... I guess I got so hopeful that Van was telling the truth."

"Don't worry, my friend. I'm sure you can find something here. I'll be happy to help you."
 
Dylan felt horrible when she heard John say that there was nothing for him in the future. She felt slightly responsible for that since she had broken their engagement. She moved to his side, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly as Ashien promised to help him find a place here in this time.

"I'm sorry, John." She murmured softly, knowing that words probably wouldn't help at that time.
 
"Hey, don't be sorry, kiddo," John shrugged. "I'm the one who should apologize for coming here without any notice... Though, damn am I still freaked out."

Ashien was unaware of such speech habits and tilted his head slightly at John.

"Oh, uh, freaked out, that means, uh... sort of in shock."

"I see."
 
Dylan was quiet for a long moment before she looked over at Ashien. She gave him a smile and took John's hand, pulling him to follow.

"Let's go and have a hot meal. We can talk through all of this that way."
 
"You sure? I mean... if I'm imposing, I can leave..." John was more unsure of himself than ever. But Ashien ushered him on and soon they were sat together over dinner and wine. John seemed to feel a little out of his league in Ashien's presence, but he tried to act confident and like he knew what he was doing.
 
"No, you're staying as long as you want." Dylan said with a smile as Ashien ushered them downstairs where they relaxed over a nice meal. She watched John start to relax a little, but he still had that frightened look of uncertainty in his eyes.

"John, why don't you just stay with us and relax. There's no pressure to do anything in your time here." She suggested, knowing that Ashien would support her.
 
"I dunno if I can really sit still for long, love," John chuckled softly, though he was still visibly shaken by the fact he was in the 1100's.

"If you're so inclined, perhaps I can find something for you to do here. I keep horses, you see, and breed and train them for use in the cavalry of England."

"Aren't you Scottish, though?" John tilted his head ever so slightly.

"I am. But King Henry is a good man. We may have our differences, but he is personally a friend of Scotland. It is the English people themselves who are split. Many believe Scotland should belong to England as part of its Empire and are willing to fight to make it so, and others believe it should be left alone. I'll admit I have neighbors of both sorts, but for the most part I am well-liked for supplying and training the horses and instructing the men of England's cavalry. I would not do so if I believed King Henry to be a threat to my homeland. Actually... now that I'm thinking about it, I do recall that he invited Dylandra and I and any friends to attend dinner with him tomorrow night. If you do decide to stay, I'd be glad to have you there with us."

"That sounds terrifying but interesting."

"There's nothing to be afraid of as long as you act accordingly. The King is a gracious host and his daughter more so."
 
"You should come, John. I mean, what else will you do if you decide to stay here?" Dylan asked, giving her friend a sweet smile.

She knew how much he worried about the future. He was a hard worker and had never had a proper day of rest in his entire life. She wished that he would agree to their offer and see just what this new world had to offer.
 
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