Veiled Secrets

[Daliha]

Gwen was very confused at his words, finding it very hard that he’d be so pleased. What was wrong with him? She was use to the men that did not wish for others to touch their wives and even their mistresses. She sighed softly, totally confused. But she didn’t have time to ask him anything. The moment he stopped speaking he captured her lips again, pinning her back to the pillar as he wrapped his arms about her. It was warm, but she responded slowly, melting against him as the seconds passed. When at last he broke the kiss she found her knees weak and her hands resting on his chest, caressing him.

Quickly she took her hands from, eyes held on the spot she’d been touching him. A warm blush began at her cheeks and ran over her body. “You...shared a wife.” How odd that was, to share something so completely. “I must confess that I don’t understand...I don’t see...what you two do or how one woman could have two men that didn’t try and kill each other.”

 

[AnastasiusFocht]

He smiled all the more and spoke softly in elven for her. "Let me show you my love." He kissed her a second time. He had felt where her hand had strayed and he enjoyed the feel of her against his hard need. He kissed her once more deeply. Letting his love for her fill the kiss. His hand went to her leg and softly lifted the edge of the dress. Enough to let his fingers run over her thigh. Feeling the flesh so smooth and warm. He moved that hand to softly caress her breast through her dress.

He gently broke the kiss and continued fondling her with a gentle lovers touch. His other hand had wrapped around her waist to hold her from trying to slip away. He spoke in a breathless whisper. "I love you Gwen. With all my heart I love you. I fell in love with you the first day I saw you striding out of the forest."

 

[Daliha]

Gwen found herself breathless and aching for his touch as he kissed her. Her hands moved to his chest again, meaning to push him away, but she was sure it was hardly enough to even be noticed by him. Her lips moved over his with a hunger she’d not known was there. When his fingers caressed her flesh she heard herself gasp into his heated kiss.

When the kiss was broke she tried to regain her senses, but found that he had filled them. “I don’t see how...” She’d never been loved, but by the king and his love had been twisted. Now, after years of being alone there were two that wanted her and were even willing to share her.

 

[AnastasiusFocht]

He continued to kiss her deeply. Showing her what it meant to have two lovers. He moved her neckline down to expose one of her breasts. He was not one to be shy about things. He lowered from kissing her lips and began sucking upon her breast softly. Enjoying the taste of her flesh. Was this the same breast his best friend had sucked on only moments ago? He hoped so. His hand now free from fondling her moved to gently rub over her soft folds. Doing so through the dress as he began to take her. He wanted to share her love with his Friend but first she would have to wish to. They would not force her to be with both of them if she did not wish it. He was certain however that she did love them both. Even if she did not yet know it.

 

[Daliha]

Soft moans moved through the kiss, feeling him lower her dress. When he broke the kiss and moved to suck at her breast her knees shook. She could not help the way she reacted towards him and wondered how her body could betray her. Already she was growing moist. Her hips pushed against his fingers as he teased her folds. One hand moved to tangle in his hair, holding his tempting lips to her breast. The other slid down his arm and moved to rest on his hip. Her moans were soft, but they weren’t the only telling things about her desire. Her hips swayed and rose as she arched her back.

 

[AnastasiusFocht]

His hand moved of its own accord. Slowly lifting her dress to gain access to her folds. He let his fingers slide over the wet moist velvety flesh. A moan escaping his lips to vibrate over her soft breast. He desperately wanted to slide himself deep within her. To feel that wonderful sensation of being one with her.

He felt her fingers gliding along his body and moved his breeches in a way that she could find access to him. He felt her hand in his hair and knew he was captured to her breast for as long as she desired it to be. He bit upon her nipple as he teased her flesh lovingly. He was taking what he wanted and thankfully he felt he was right. She wanted him in return.

 

[Daliha]

Her soft moans slowly began to fill the room. His touch sent trails of fire licking over her flesh. Her mind screamed of how she could betray in such a manner, but she ignored it as her body drank in the pleasure his touch brought her. Her fingers at the edge of his breeches until he freed himself so that her fingers to wrap about the head of his need; gently stroking down as his fingers slowly began to tease over her folds.

Gwen’s head fell back as gasping moans vibrated from her lips. Once more she could feel the burning climb towards another climax. They would drive her mad with pleasure and leave her begging after them, but she did not care. For the moment she only cared for his touch. She held him to her breast and took pleasure in his suckling. Slowly her leg rose, guiding him with her fingers, towards her wet folds.

 

[AnastasiusFocht]

He moved his hips forward until the tip of him started to part her sweet desire. The heat like a furnace raging while he slowly slid within her. He moaned deeply against her flesh as he became one with her. His hands went to support her hips and his face slowly moved away from her breast. Kissing her neck tenderly. He had a long elven life but never before had he been with a women like her.

He felt himself become wet because of her wonderful nectar and it was very easy to slide between her velvet curtain. When he had slid all the way within her he began thrusting softly. Moaning deeply with the building of fire in his loins. He loved her the second he had seen her. Like the stories told of true love at first sight. He wanted to make love to her forever. His mouth moved to kiss by her ear where he gently whispered "I love you Gwen with all that I am."

 

[Daliha]

Gwen bit back a moan, not wishing for anyone to hear her. She felt him enter her causing her legs to nearly give way with the sheer pleasure that he gave, filling her tender folds. Her hips roll softly, sliding him deep within her. With every inch her walls tighten until they could feel the throbbing mass shiver.

Her fingers move over his hand and fall to his shoulders, holding him for balance as he takes her. Soft words of need slipped over her lips as he slowly began to thrust in and out of her, holding her by her hips to keep him deep within her folds. His moans were like flames burning at her soul, bringing an excitement of their own. His kisses drove her mad, wanting and needing more.

Gwen wanted flesh against flesh, but knew that she could not have that, not now, not there in the throne room. When he moved to her ear she gasped as he found a new pleasure of hers. “I love you....” She wanted to plead with him not to stop, but she could not bring herself to do so. Already she hung at the edge of climax and began to move her hips faster over him, trying to draw him deeper within the folds.

 

[Daliha]

*****

 

[AnastasiusFocht]

Tanthallas moaned deeply and moved harder within her. His fingers were digging into her hips as he felt the absolute pleasure of his deep love for her. He bit softly upon her neck and sucked to leave a mark upon her. He whispered softly how amazing she felt. How beautiful she looked. His mind was adrift with the pleasure they were sharing. He wanted her to be completely naked but he could not do so when he was too focused on making love to her.

He grew closer and closer to his climax. Moaning deeper as he thrust between her folds. His eyes shimmered softly with love for her as he did his best to hold back. Wanting to drag out their first love making session for as long as Elvenly possible. But alas she was too perfect a lover. Moments later he felt himself giving her his hot need. Moaning her name loudly as he let himself fall to the amazing pleasure. The perfect love that he held for her in his heart.

 

[Daliha]

Gwen’s head lay against the pillar, eyes closed as Tanthallas thrust deeper, harder and faster into her wet need. Her walls tightened, clenching until she nearly milked him with each thrust. He felt amazing and when he bit into her neck she cried out his name instead of holding it back. She was sure it would leave a mark and that only made her want him more. Her hips began to buck against his thrusts, taking as much as giving in their love making. It was her undoing. Just as he moaned deeper next to her ear she felt her body give and fall into climax. Her hot, sweet nectar washed all over his throbbing shaft. She even felt it begin to drip upon her thigh as he thrust. He joined her and she felt her body rock with delight.

 

[AnastasiusFocht]

He moaned deeply as he continued his hard thrusts into her. Holding her tightly as each thrust left more and more of his hot need inside of her. The feeling of her climax amazed him and he gently called her name out from it. He wished he had just taken her that first day he saw her. He never knew it would be as perfect as this. When he finished his climax he held himself within her. He had not grown soft immediately. Now he gently rolled his hips and gazed lovingly into her eyes. Breathing heavily for a time before he calmed down enough to speak to her.

"Gwen My beautiful love. You are so amazing. I love you very deeply." He kissed her softly. He was slowly building and unlike Anastasius he was not to be on duty for awhile. "Tell me Gwen my love, do you have any questions of me?" He thought this would be a very nice way to answer any of her questions. Moving softly within her while his strong arms held her up and close to him. He wanted to remove the rest of her cloths but he also wanted her to get to know him better. So he gently teased her wonderful treasure while waiting for an answer.

 

[Daliha]

She moaned softly, wondering how he could keep going after all they’d just done. Her legs were already shaking from the pleasure and her body was humming softly, enjoying the slow gentle strokes of his mass inside her.

Questions, yes she had questions. “How is it you can claim such love when you know nothing about me...when you have yet known me only 4 nights?” She truly did not understand him or his commander. There were other questions, but as he continued to move within her found it harder and harder to remember what they were. Her own hips softly swayed in tiny circles over him. “Perhaps we should leave the throne room before someone else enters and finds us like this.”

 

[AnastasiusFocht]

He smiled warmly as he listened to her question. "How could I know I love you after only 4 days Gwen? That is simple. I knew after the first second of meeting you." He kissed her softly with love upon his lips. When he gently broke it he whispered, "You are perhaps one of the most wonderful and amazing women I have ever met. You captured my heart with that first glance on the day we had arrived." He started to move softly within her.

He heard her mention they should leave for fear of being found and he smiled warmly. "I say let them come. Let them see how you should have been treated all the years of your life. With deep love and compassion. Not with suspicion and derision. But if you insist I could slowly withdraw from you and we could walk anywhere you wish to my beautiful angel. My sweet loving princess." He began thrusting again softly within her. He doubted anyone but servants would even come in here any time soon.

 

[Daliha]

Gwen couldn’t help the soft moans that came from her. The man seemed to be filled with a sexual energy that most only dreamed of. Her hips moved on their own violation and she cursed herself for not having more control. “I am but a single woman doing what she can for her people. You see more in me than there is Tanthallas. But you are kind and tender with your words.” She brushed her parted lips over his, returning his.

A blush warmed her cheeks as she thought about being seen making love and wondered how he could be so bold. “They have not always been unkind to me. It has only been in the last years that some seem to have turned. Perhaps it is because the King has turned down every match that has been brought before him. “Her voice was thick with pleasure still and the move he moved the more she could feel the soft stirrings of desire. “Please Tanthallas...take me away from here. Do not taint our little time together before the battle.”

 

[AnastasiusFocht]

He gently kissed her and softly withdrew from her. Whispering softly "Where would you like to go?" He was smiling lovingly at her and said gently, "Your people should know better then to treat anyone like that. Especially one that could have become their future queen had you chosen to." He was quiet as he waited for her to get ready. He even turned around so she could do so in private despite the fact that he had just become so intimate with her.

When she was fixed back into her dress properly he turned back to face her. "May I ask why you did not wish to become a queen?" He was wanting to get to know more about her. What her qualities were like besides the many wonderful ones she had already shown to him and Anastasius.

 

[Daliha]

Gwen missed the closeness as soon as he pulled from her, but she also felt a bit of relief. She didn’t want anyone walking in on them, least of all the king. It would be hard to explain the rudeness of her actions. Carefully she gathered herself and adjusted her dress. He’d nearly taken it from her without even knowing it. It was cute that he turned from her as she redressed. “I’m not sure where we should go...I just know we should leave this chamber.”

She began to make her way out when he stopped her, asking the one question she was sure he’d ask sooner or later and waited for him to laugh after she told him. “Simple...I don’t love the King as a husband.” She started again and paused, smiling warmly at him. “And you...why have you not wed as of yet? I am sure there are many girls that would love you to ask.”

 

[AnastasiusFocht]

He accepted her answer without a second glance. "You would marry for love and not for station. That is admirable in a woman." He walked with her to wherever she wanted to lead him. His eyes remaining alert for any possible threats to her out of habit more then danger. A horn sounded and there was a clash of steel. The battle had started and he was certain Anastasius was using tactics the enemy had never seen. It was one of the reasons he followed the man.

"To answer your question I would have to tell a tale. Long ago in the lands we come from there was a terrible curse. It killed 2 out of 3 women and forced the men on long quests to find a cure. For a hundred years they did so and at last they attained a crystal shard. Using the magic within they were able to release the curse."

He paused for a moment. Letting this part sink in before he continued. "I had helped on the final mission. There were only 14 of us who survived and we formed a pact. Many men had to form pacts because there were so few women. If a woman fell in love with one man from the pact she would have all the men of that pact."

Yup, she just might have another 12 men to fall in love with. . . or would she? "From that day on many of the men in our pact fell away to death. All except myself and Anastasius. We had found a woman that we both loved once before. It is very rare that we both would fall in love with a woman but we both had to or neither of us would pursue her. As I had said earlier she passed away by murderous plot. When we came here there you were. Beautiful and radiant. Glowing and completely amazing."

He stopped them in a hallway and kissed her softly. Then he gently broke the kiss and was speaking quieter now. "Where we are from having the same wife is quite normal. I know one woman who has 15 husbands and loves each one of them. That is pretty rare mind you but it can happen." Whew. She only had 2 then and not 14. "That is why I have never married. Though I would love to marry you and I know in my heart that Anastasius wants to marry you as well."

 

[Daliha]

Gwen smiled softly as they walked, comfortable with him at her side. She could not understand her own heart or mind at the moment. It yearned for both men and to have them both want her, love her, and were something that truly puzzled her. She watched as he scanned for danger and wondered if he worried over her safety or was it merely habit for a warrior to do so? It didn’t matter really for it touched her heart, making it swell with tenderness.

As he began his story she found her mind painting a picture of it. She had questions, but she’d wait until he was finished, not wishing to interrupt him. It was very sad that so many had died and still more traveled to find a cure. Magic couldn’t always be cured though, unless the caster of the curse was to remove it. A soft gasp sounded at the mention of the pacts. Were they crazy, to share a single woman between so many. For a scary moment she wondered if they thought she could be shared with so many, but as the story continued she was relieved to hear that it was just the two.

Her heart was saddened though at the loss of some many and for the love that both men had lost to murder. How could another be so cruel? But even has her heart wept she found herself blushing at his words. No one but the king had ever said such things to her.

His kiss softened the pain and she sighed with pleasure into it. But after all she heard his next words shocked her the most. “Marry me....” She turned from him, heart skipping even as it clenched with fear. She knew so very little of either of them. Yet there he stood, telling her that he wanted to marry her and not just him but Anastasius as well. She’d never heard of such a thing in her life and the knowledge that he meant every word left her breathless for a moment. But her mind was sharp and moved quickly. She needed time to take it all in.

“Why did your people not just go to other lands to find wives? I mean if they were willing to travel for a cure why not to find a wife?” She didn’t bother to pause in her steps to see if he followed. Something within her said that he would follow her to the ends of the world even if she bid him not to.

 

[AnastasiusFocht]

He followed after her. Keeping a wary eye around the hallways. One never knew if the enemy would find a secret way in. It was hard to keep his eyes off her form while they walked. She had seemed troubled by his statement of simple truth. Wanting to spend the rest of his life trying to keep a smile on her face every single day.

He though of her question before answering and remembered the extent of the curse. "Women could not travel into our lands. They would become barren for the curse would take hold of them. Men became unable to produce children outside of the lands. So the nation began to shrink. After all the women in the empire could only have so many children despite all the men she was sharing." It was a woman's fantasy to have as many men as she wanted without having to find men who would not fight amongst one another over her. But it had its down side. Most women would never want so many.

"I know this is a lot for you to deal with Gwen. I can only hope you consider us both as your husbands. . . Because . . . We both want you as our wife." He heard a trumpet sound. A silver ringing noise that filled men with hope and strength and life. "Ah good, the enemy is running for the night."

 

[Daliha]

Gwen walked along the hall, thinking and wondering what it would be like to have more than one husband. There were many advantages and few disadvantages if it was something they both really wanted. She couldn’t see either becoming jealous or angry at finding her spending time with the other. But just how would she give them both all that they wanted and deserved. She allowed the puzzled to move within her mind, solving them one at a time.

“That makes it rather hard I supposed.” To not bring women in or to go to them must have been very hard for them. “Does this mean…you cannot have children?” It wasn’t that she was set on having them, but it was something that seemed right in asking. She stopped, holding his hand, and smiled up into his handsome gaze. “It isn’t important though if you can or can’t.” She didn’t want him to worry if he could not. Slowly she began to walk on, thinking over the things he had told her.

“It is a lot, but…the only thing that really puzzles me is just how you both could want me. I mean I know you’ve told me already, but I just don’t see myself as that way. How would I please you both? How could I possibly make you both happy and make it so that neither of you are ever angry with the other for spending more time…I just am so very unsure of many things that I cannot give you an answer just now.” Her eyes seemed to be shadowed with self doubt, but she kept them turned from him in the hopes that he wouldn’t see.

 

[AnastasiusFocht]

*He smiled warmly at her in reply and moved to put an arm around her waist as they walked. Talking this out was more Anastasius's department. He was much better with words but it was up to him now. He did not answer right away. Thinking of the right words to say and in the right way to say them. When he did speak he stopped them and gazed into her eyes. His fingers gently brushed over her cheek.

"Well Gwen to answer your first question, we are now able to have children. We have defeated the curse. As for things working out, Well that is part of being in a relationship. We have to grow and learn and love together. There is no right or wrong answer." He hugged her gently and then continued the walk with her. As they walked along the hallways he heard a clash of steel on steel down a crossing corridor. He released Gwen's hand and drew his long thin elven blade. Putting himself between her and possible danger. How any enemy had managed to get inside was beyond him but he would not let a single hair on her head be harmed.

"If there are lots of enemies, make your way to Anastasius. Tell him that the castle has been breached and to send reinforcements. IF you do not have any weapons available you may take my two short swords at my hips." The sounds were getting closer. "If there are only a few then I will fight them and we can make our way together to Anastasius."

 

[Daliha]

Gwen sighed softly and leaned into his embrace. Never before had she wanted something as much as understanding over the puzzles he’d placed in her mind. As he spoke they cleared slowly. He was right of course. They would have to learn together and with love work through difficulties, if she agreed that is. “I’m glad that you can have children once more...but do you want them? I only ask to try and help figure things out. I cannot even say if I want children, but it’s nice to know that there is a choice.” She lay her head against his shoulder as he hugged her against his side, thinking.

“I wish I could give you an answer, perhaps even the answer you wish to hear from my lips, but I can’t. Not yet Tanthallas.” They’d stolen her breath and she’d still had yet righted herself or her mind. The sound of steel on steel drew her from her thoughts and she paused. The wall had been breached or worse. She couldn’t allow her mind to wander over the later though. “I shall go now. Be safe ... come for me.” She brushed her lips over his cheek before gathering her skirts.

Gwen was unsure just where Anastasius was, but she was sure he had to be towards the main gates. She ran, staying within the shadows as much as she could. Before her she could hear more of the battle spilling into the strong hold. Shaking her head she turned and began to make her way towards her King. He had to be warned. Once he knew she would find away to get to Anastasius. She found the King in his war room directing his men. When his eyes flew to her she dipped into a deep curtsy and lowered her eyes. She’d not allow him to meet her gaze, afraid he would see the turmoil that her emotions were in.

“The wall has been breached sire. I was sent to bring you news and ...” Her voice softened and knew she was miss speaking, but she could not help herself. “I bid you, please retreat to safety.” She felt more eyes upon her and wished for an instant that they’d been alone. Without waiting for his answer, Gwen swept her gown with a single foot and turned, nearly running to find Anastasius.

 

[AnastasiusFocht]

Several obsidian skinned creatures spilled out around the corner. They looked much like elves except for varying degrees of wrong colored eyes. They saw Tanthallas and Gwen but they could not rush past the lone elven warrior. He seemed to fill the entire hallway with his dangerous pose. They rushed him at once and he began to dance between them. Cutting and slicing away until all of them were motionless upon the ground. Then he turned to Follow after Gwen. The silver horn blew again and again. All warriors to battle. . . . Damn.

His footfalls carried him to where she had gone. The elven kings war room. Why was the king out of the sick room? He had taken such a serious wound. He saw Gwen rushing towards the courtyard next. The king had been warned which suited him fine. A stranger stepped out of nowhere seemingly. He held a black bow and arrow. The shaft blacker then midnight with the arrowhead dripping with green liquid. He had taken aim at gwen but Tanthallas was quicker. His short sword spun end over end and stuck fast into the base of the creatures skull. He ran to catch up and only stopped to pull his short sword free.

Anastasius sat upon his war horse fighting a nimble creature beside him. Keeping the advantage upon the steed with shimmering armor and hair flowing wildly with his movements. His eye patch glittered where the silver caught the light of the bonfires. Men were cutting down the dark skinned elves as much as they were cutting down his own men. He hated seeing fellows die but he had sworn his oath. Defend the empire until the king could do so once again. That and they had been completely surrounded. His mages were casting spells to send the creatures back outside the wall. Strengthening their bonds of magic until the enemy could no longer teleport at will. They were quickly diminishing in number. When the elf died by Anastasius's blade he blew the sliver horn again and again. Summoning every fighter to battle. Wanting to break the enemy tonight.